Surprise, decided to write another chapter before I left for vacation. So R&R!
After telling Saphira about his dream, she insisted that they searched for it today. So, after eating a piece of bread for breakfast, they left the palace and headed for the city gates. This time when they walked down the streets people starred, but seemed to lose intrest quickly and went back to what they were doing. After a few minutes they arrived at the gates. The same guard was there that was yesterday. With a quick glance he realized it was Eragon, and began to rise the gates.
"Just make sure your back in before the sun goes down," the guard warned.
"Don't worry, I will," replied Eragon. And then Eragon and Saphira went through the gate and it was closed behind them.
Where do we go from here? asked Saphira. Eragon closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember his dream and the path. He finally remembered and headed left into the vast mysterious forest. Saphira obidently followed. With the memory of his dream, Eragon wandered around the forest for a couple hours until he finally found the clearing.
This is it! He told Saphira excitedly. This is the place from my dream! Eragon scanned the clearing; it was exactlly as he had envisioned it. There was a small crystel blue pond in the middle with stones and pebbles surronding it. As Eragon walked closer to the pond, the solid dirt under his feet slowly changed to sand, and suddenly he was standing next to the lake.
Did The Mourning Sage tell you where he would be? Eragon shook his head no. He sat himself on a rock close to the pond and starred out into the pond.
I guess we should just wait...So Eragon sat and waited. After almost an hour he was ready to leave. Maybe The Sage wasn't really going to meet him here. Maybe the Sage didn't even exhist...
Eragon
Saphira?
No. It is I, The Mourning Sage, Cripple Who is Whole. Eragon stood up in excitment.
Where are you?
I am not here. I only exsist as a spirit. I am here to guide you. This frustrated Eragon. How was the Sage going to help him if he wasn't here.
Look into the pond, ordered the Sage, and scry.
Scry what?
Anything, anyone. Still frustrated, Eragon looked into the pond and tried to think about what to scry. His mind finally settled on Roran. So Eragon concentrated on Roran and only Roran and said, "Draumr kopa (dream stare)." A vision of Roran rippled onto the water, and Eragon gasped at what he saw. His cousin's face was covered in blood and scars. His eyes were swollen and his shirt was covered in blood. Tears rolled down Rorans face and onto what appeared to be a cell floor. Then he saw his cousin look at the door where King Galbatorix stood. The King took him away, leaving his empty cell on the watery image. Eragon broke the connection and the image faded.
"They took Roran," Eragon whispered, on the verge of tears.
You can save him and so much more, replied The Sage.
How?
Find it in your heart. Then The Sage was gone, leaving Eragon and Saphira alone in the clearing. A few tears fell down Eragon's cheeks and onto the ground.
"We should head back to Ellesmera," said Eragon aloud. Silently he led Saphira back to Ellesmera. The guard opend the gate for them and they walked back to the palace.
When he walked into the palace he was offered supper, it was now late evening, but Eragon reclined, not feeling hungrey. Him and Saphira headed up to the dragon chambers. Saphira layed down on top of the bedding and Eragon sat next to her, stroaking her neck.
What are you going to do about Roran? asked Saphira.
I don't know. Apparently he's being help prisoner in Uru'Baen, probably in the King's castle, which means I would have to break in...
Not nessacialy, replied Saphira with a michevious grin.
I assume you have a plan? Saphira proudly nodded.
ONE WEEK LATER OUTSIDE OF URU'BAEN
After Saphira and Eragon had formulated a plan, they informed Arya who insisted on going too. So the two of them fleed Ellesmera, not telling the Queen about their plan, for they feared she would not let them go, after all, it was a very risky plan. So the two of them flew ther on Saphira's back. Because of her accelerated speed, the travel time was quickly cut down, and it only took them a week to reach the outskirts of Uru'Baen. The city was far enough away that guards wouldn't see the smoke from their fires and Saphira could sleep at the camp without being discovered, but close enough so they could easily walk into town each day if they desired. The plot was perfect, but they only thing they needed to work out before they entered the city was a disguise.
"I think we should attempt to change out hair color," suggested Arya as they sat by the fire.
"How?" asked Eragon. Arya closed her eyes as if concentrating and then spoke.
"Garjzlaun (lighten)!" Arya's hair immediatly turned from raven black to a dirty blonde. Eragon starred amazed, and then did the same to his hair.
"You should probably try to cover up the gedwey ignasia with dirt too, they'll probably take away your gloves..." so Eragon picked up a hand full of dirt and dirtied up his hands, and also rubbed some on his face, trying to hide any distiguishable birthmarks. When he was done he say Arya examining her pointed ears.
"Is there anything you can do about that? People probably won't like the fact that an elf is walking around Uru'Baen."
"Yeah, and I'm sure the guards wouldn't be too welcoming," she joked. "But I can't do anything about them. I'll just have to try and make sure my hair is covering them." She then bent down to the ground and picked up some dirt and began to rub it on her face. She looked at her reflection in the Ramr River. Satisfied she sat back down and got ready for bed. Eragon decided to do the same and layed next to Saphira's warm belly.
The next morning they woke up, packed their things and got ready to leave.
Remember, you need to stay hidden until I call you, and only then. Do not come until I say so, no matter what. Understand? Eragon told Saphira.
Of corse I understand, she replied. I'm going to be hiding in those valleys by the river. Good luck. Eragon nodded and watched her fly away, her blue scales sparkling in the gleaming sun. He turned back around to see Arya observing him.
"You need to make your clothes more worn," she said.
"What?"
"You need to get them a little dirtier, maybe put a few cuts in them, it doesn't look like you've been traveling." Eragon understood her reasoning and noticed that she had already begun smearing dirt onto her dress and ripped a hole in the hem. Eragon picked up more dirt and smeared it on his tunic. He made a very noticble rip in his trousers. Arya studied him after he was done and approved. Then they began heading toward the city. After about an hour of walking they reached the city gates. There was guard standing at the gates who starred at them suspiciously as they walked up.
"What's your buisness in Uru'Baen?" he asked.
"I was bringin' my sister in fer treatment. She's very sick ya see," Eragon spoke in his best fake accent and Arya did her best to look as if she was dying. "We've bin' travlin' for awhile and we came here for her to get better."
"Very well," replied the guard as he opend the gate for them, but he still looked suspicious. Eragon guided the hobbling Arya into the city and down the street until they were out of the guard's site, then Arya stood upstrate and Eragon stopped supporting her.
They had made it through phase one their plan. They were inside of Uru'Baen.
Holy cow! Talk about inspiration. For some reason I just kept writtin and writting and got more ideas. Well I know this chapter's kinda short but oh well. Probably only 2 or 3 chapters left in this story...Review! Oh, by the way, I'm gonna change my pen name pretty soon, probably when I get back, so, just look for me!