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"What do you want?" Roran asked, panicked. Imprisonment by the king could only mean two things. Death or torture.
"Just to talk to you," Galbatorix said simply. "I hear that you are Eragon's cousin, and that is of great intrest to me. Do you happen to know where Eragon is?"
Roran shrank back into his seat with fear, "I-I'm not sure," he stuttered. "Last time I saw him he was in Carvahall, but I got a message that he left almost a year ago."
"Yes, I know that, but do you know where he went?" Galbatorix said in smooth, seducting voice. Roran nervously shook his head no. A sudden rage overtook Galbatorix's voice. "Send him back to his cell," he ordered his troops. Two of the guards grabed Roran from his chair, one on each arm. "Perhaps later we can find a way to get him to tell us what we want," he said with an evil grin.
Torture! They're going to torture me! Roran thought panickly. "I don't know anything!" Roran screamed, "I swear!"
"We'll just see about that..."
The guards dragged Roran back through the castle and down into his cell. The guards threw him into his cell, and thrust the door closed behind them.
"We'll be back for you tommorow," one of the guards said, "to see what you really know."
"I don't know anything! I have nothing to tell you!" he screamed into the hallway as the two guards walked away, leaving him alone in the empty dungeon.

The war will be starting soon. The words echoed hauntingly in Eragon's mind, and each time it did, a wave of uncertainty struck him. There was no way he was ready for this, to take on the King. But each time self-doubt overtook him, Saphira would reassure, and bluntly tell him to get ahold of himself. He awoke the next day early in the morning by Orik.
"Ajihad wants you to leave soon, within the hour." Eragon agknoledged this, still not fully awake. Saphira also agknoledged this with an echoing yawn. Orik quickly exited the cave and made his way down the endless staircase. Soon after, Eragon mounted Saphira's back and then took of from the dragonhold and headed for Farthen Dur. After a few minutes, they roughly landed on the ground and were soon greeted by Ajihad and Arya. Arya stood tall and proud, bow on her back and sword shealthed on her waist. Ajihad held a few bags, undoubtably holding food and supplies. Then something coming up from the tunnel caught Eragon's eye. It was Murtagh, mounted on Tornac, and guiding Snowfire and another unfamilier horse behind him. Eragon gave Ajihad a questioning look, but paid no attention to it.
"I have decided that Murtagh may accompany you on the trip," Ajihad announced. "One of the elves might be able to reveal his mind, and he will protect you on the crossing to Ellesmera. Ayra will make sure that he remains trustworthy in the meantime." As Ajihad spoke, Murtagh arrived by Eragon's side.

"I am trusting you," Ajihad said, directing his words toward Murtagh, "not to take advantage of this. If you prove untrustworthy on the crossing, we will be forced into execution." A stone glare accompained his words.
"Don't worry," Murtagh replied, a teasing tone in his voice, "I'll be good." Ajihad scowled, and began loading supplies on Saphira's back. Once all was set, Murtagh mounted Tornac, Eragon mounted Snowfire, and Arya mounted the remaining horse.
"I assure you, this horse is very good, and very fast," Ajihad said to Arya.
"I'll take care of her," assured Arya.
"Very well," said Ajihad, "I wish you good luck on your jouney, and please contact me once you make it to Ellesmera." Arya nodded in agreement, and headed out of Farthen Dur. Eragon and Murtagh followed suit. What was left of the Varden and the dwarves after the war stood by the exiting gate, applauding as they had when Eragon first arrived in Tronjheim, although the dwarves looked much happier as he departed then when he had arrived. With a final wave to the crowd, Eragon, Murtagh, and Arya went through the gate, arrived on the other side of the mountain, and watched it slowly close behind them.
Arya silently led the way out of Farthen Dur, and along the river Az Ragni. Instead of going across the Hadarc Desert to Du Weldenvarden they would follow Az Ragni south and leave it before it curved east, and then would head into Du Weldenvarden., where a thin layer of fog had gathered. Eragon looked over at Murtagh, who faced forward, expression set to a stone glare. Breaking the silence, Eragon spoke.
"Why do you think Ajihad let you out?" questioned Eragon.
"You already know," Murtagh replied, "He wants the elves to break into my mind, see if I'm trustworthy." After a few seconds of silence, Eragon spoke up again.
"Are you going to let them?"
"Invade my mind? My santuary? I don't think so."
"Why can't you just do it? Once proven trustworthy they'll let you go, and you can leave the Varden!" exclaimed Eragon.
"They will never let me leave!" said Murtagh, now shouting, "They will never trust me! They will always see me as a threat..." With that, he faced forward, ending the convorsation. Eragon was about to start up the argument again, when Arya shake her head no, anticipating his thoughts. So instead, the three of them sat, riding in silence. After several hours passed, only stoping for a quick lunch, they had covered a significant amount of land. Before dusk set, Arya announced the ending of their first day, and they set up camp, Murtagh setting up branches for a fire, Arya lighting it, Saphira hunting for dinner, and Eragon lying out the bedding. The hastily ate a quick dinner of cooked deer and some soup made from the supplies the Varden gave to them.

"We should probably keep watch, incase Urgals or Ra'zac decide to attack in our sleep," stated Arya after they had all finished eating dinner, and a quick sparring match between Arya and Eragon, Eragon being quickly deafeated while Arya gave nearly no effort. So, Eragon volunteered to take the first watch with Saphira. While Arya and Murtagh fell asleep, Eragon stroaked Saphira's neck, looking out down the river, toward Du Weldenvarden.

I'll bet it's beautiful, said Saphira.

Yea, replied Eragon, but I doubt I'll be able to enjoy any of it. The moment I get there I will be in constant training. And then, I'll have to fight...

But after that, what will we do? If we defeat Galbatorix, we will be free to do what we want.

I don't know, said Eragon, pondering their options, we could either join the Varden, whom will probably rule if the Varden wins the war, or we could explore the world, independent.

I like the thought of exploring. said Saphira, purring, we could see the rest of the Beor Mountains, and go back to the desert, and maybe get to see what's really in Du Weldenvarden.

Yea, that'd be- Eragon's train of thought was lost as a sudden wave of exhaust overcame him, and was taken unconcious, and seconds later, Saphira did the same.

Roran sat in his cell, blankly staring at the stone wall infront of him. It had been three days sense his visit with the king, and nobody had been in the dungeon sense. He hadn't gotten any food, or any water for two days, and his abilities had been limited to, well, staring blankly at stone walls. His mind craved food, thirsted for water, and that's all he could think about. He had almost forgot about the king's threat of torture, but after the second day was half way over, he assumed this would be it: to starve to death, or die of dehydration. Just as all his hope was disinegrating, he heard the thumps of footsteps above him, and then making their way down the stairs, and they approached Roran's cell door. He forced himself to turn towards the door where he saw a guard standing there, holding a large plate of steaming food. Roran gazed at it hungerly, praying that Galbatorix would allow him to eat it, when the guard slid it under the door and left.

Roran leaped towards the food, shoveling it in, until not a crumb was left on the plate. He leaned happily against his bed, enjoying the warms sensation the food brought to his stomach. He stared at the ceiling for a couple hours, until two guards approached his cell again, and silently motioned Roran to come with them. They chained his hands together, and headed out of the dungeons. Yet again, he climbed endless stairs, and with each step his anxiety and dread grew. The day had come, and he could barely imagine the terror he was about to go through. Eventually they reached a room, somewhere towards the top of the castle. For the most part, it was just a room. Wooden floors, a large wooden door, and a few small windows overlooking Uru'baen, but in the middle of the room was a tall pole, and a set of chains at the top. Roran gulped, knowing that only pain could come from it.

As suspected, the guards hoised Roran up onto the pole, and secured his hands in the chains, still not saying a word, but evil smirks had crept up onto their faces in the process. Once he was firmly hung, the guards left the room, leaving Roran hanging painfully from the pole. Minutes later, King Galbatorix walked it, wordlessly taking a seat in a chair placed in one of the corners, and with him came one of the guards, but returned with a whip. Terror lept into Roran's eyes.

"If only you had decided to share what you knew..." said Galboatorix with crude humor. The guard lifted the whip above his head, and mercislly whiped Roran. Screams erupted from Roran's mouth, blood shedding down his body, until he passed out from the pain.

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