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Arya and Eragon huddled against a wall somewhere inside of Uru'Baen. Pretending to be beggars, Arya shook a cup, asking for money, food or bedding. So far all they had gotten was a few coins and an apple, but it wasn't what they were looking for, because they weren't beggars at all. They just had to lay low until they could hear news, any news, concerning the King, the Empire, or the castle. It was now two days sense they gained entry into Uru'Baen, and Eragon feared if they took much longer, Roran wouldn't survive. Two soilders past the pair and Arya and Eragon strained their ears to hear whatever they could.
"Did he say why he was leaving?" one of the guards asked the other.
"He has to go to Yazuac tonight to make sure the Urgals got rid of everybody in the city and to clean up the city so nobody else complains to the Empire," the other guard replied.
"And he couldn't have anybody else do it?"
"No, he wants to make sure that the task is taken care of personally."
The other guard sighed. "It's too risky if you ask me, the King leaving Uru'Baen. There are spys everywhere..." The guard glared suspiciously at Arya, but she just jangled her tin can and put on a pathetically hungrey look on her face. The guard just threw a coin in the cup with a grunt and stomped off, kicking dirt in their faces. As soon as Eragon was sure they were gone, he looked at Arya, excitment in his eyes.
"This is it, Arya! The King is going to be gone tonight!" whispered Eragon excitedly.
"Your right, it's unbelievable..." said Arya, biting her bottom lip. "But don't you think it could be a trap? Maybe Galbatorix planned this, and he's anticipating us trying to break in..."
"But we're not breaking in...technically," replied Eragon. "Don't worry, I doubt Galbatorix could have figured out our plan."
It was late that night and the clock in the center of town was about to strike mid-night. Eragon waited patiently outside of a market, waiting for the owner to go upstairs and fall asleep. About a half hour later, the shopkeeper had finally went upstiars and his lights went out.
Eragon skillfully opend the lock on the door with magic and entered the shop. He walked around the shop as noisily as possible, knocking over some shelves and stomping on the ground. Eragon was sure the shopkeeper was deaf, until he finally sneaked downstairs with a knife and held it to Eragon's neck.
"Don't move!" cried the shopkeeper. "Now empty your pockets of anything you've stolen from me..." Eragon pulled out a few apples and a loaf of bread and handed them to the shopkeeper. "Ok, now, I'm going to call the guards. You'll be thrown into prison, just where you belong, you dirty bum," he snarled.
Eragon suppressed a grin and thought to himself Yup, just where I belong...
Just as the shopkeeper had said, guards from the castle had arrived and dragged Eragon to the dungeons below the castle. The chucked him inside a cell and locked it up and walked away. Around him most of the prisoners were already asleep, snoring on the edge of their cots. Eragon scanned the dungeon, but Roran was no where in sight.
He must be in another dungeon, thought Eragon.
He waited for a few hours until he was sure that everybody in the castle was asleep, excluding the couple guards that were patroling the dungeons. When the pair of guards weren't looking, Eragon summoned the keys with magic, and they floated over to him. He quietly slipped them in the lock and it cracked open. He slid out of his cell and entered the hallway.
"Hey! You!" cried one of the guards as he spotted him. They sprinted towards him, swords at hand.
"Jierda theirra kalfis! (break their calves)" exclaimed Eragon, and the soliders fell to the ground, crying in pain. Eragon rushed towards them, grabbed one of their swords and stabbed them both, and they fell to the ground, lifeless.
By now many of the prisoners had woken up and were gasping at Eragon. Some were jangling on the bars, begging to be released. Eragon sprinted past them until he reached a long, spiriling staircase.
He went down the steps two at a time until he reached a dungeon at the very bottom of the castle. He ran down the hallway, passing empty cells until he was infront of one occupied.
Inside was a young man, lying on the ground with scars and cuts all up and down his body. Dried blood caked his face and continued to drip down and onto his already filthy shirt. He appeared to be dead except for his constant shivering. Ther person in the cell, of corse, was Roran.
"Oh my god," whispered Eragon. Roran turned his head a little bit to see the front of his cell door.
Is it possible? Roran thought. Or am I going mental due to the pain? Roran watched Eragon unlock his door and assist him up. Eragon carried him on his back up the stiars. Roran was unusally thin due to lack of food, and Eragon easily carried him up the stairs.
They ran up sevrel flights of stairs and up countless floors until they reached the roof of the castle.
Saphira! Come now! exclaimed Eragon. He waited for a few minutes, praying they hadn't been spotted when he saw Saphira flying through the sky. As she approached she lowered and landed on the roof. On top of her sat Arya, her, now blonde, hair flowing in the wind. As soon as they landed Arya lept off of her and ran to Eragon.
"Is he alive?" she said worried.
"He is for now, but he needs serious help..."
"Ok," she replied. "I'll go get the egg, you keep watch and tend to Roran." Arya then opend the door to the castle and sprinted down the stairs and out of sight. Eragon then laid Roran down to look at his wounds.
He needs food, said Eragon to Saphira.
I think there's some bread in the bags, she replied. Eragon searched through the bags until he found a loaf of bread. He split it in half and ate the first half. He would need energy if he was going to heal all of Roran's wounds.
After he was done eating, he force fed Roran the other half of bread and some water, as Roran had no energy to feed himself. Once he was done, Eragon took off his shirt and gasped as he saw Roran's whole chest oozing with blood and knotted scabs covered his body where he was whipped.
Eragon closed his eyes and found the magic bump in his brain.
He repeated "Waise heill" (Be Healed!) countless times until the majority of the cuts were healed. Exhausted, he leaned back against Saphira and drank a swig of water.
I wonder what's taking Arya so long, Eragon asked Saphira.
Maybe you should go find her, Saphira suggested.
No, she told me to stay here and keep watch. Just as Eragon said this, Arya bursted from the door and stumbled onto the rooftop.
"I've got the egg!" exclaimed Arya. Sure enough, in her hand sat a glowing red stone. "But the guards heard me. They're coming up. We have to go!" Eragon quickly picked up Roran and assisted him onto Saphira's back and strapped him in. After that, Eragon and Arya climbed on and Saphira began to fly up.
"Over there! They're getting away!" cried one of the guards as the bursted from inside the castle. The soilders took out their bows and arrows and began to fire.
Saphira roared in pain as arrows ripped her wings. She quickly changed her path and headed back toward the castle.
Saphira! What are you doing! asked Eragon, panicked. Saphira did not answer, instead she let out a loud roar and the castle was enveloped in fire. Eragon starred, stunned. Before sprinting down the stairs, the soilders managed to shoot a few more arrows at them.
Eragon heard a cry behind him as looked to see an arrow hanging out of Arya's side. She gasped as she pulled the arrow out of her and blood flowed freely.
"Are you going to be ok?" asked Eragon. Arya slowly nodded, and then lost conciousness. Not being strapped in like Roran, she slid off of Saphira's side and down into the streets of Uru'Baen, a fall that would surely kill her.
"Arya!" cried Eragon. Saphira dove into a breakneck dive and was soon level with the faint Arya. Eragon streatched out to her and managed to pull her back on before hitting the ground. Saphira then guided them upward back into the sky, flying away from Uru'Baen.
Fly as far away from Uru'Baen as possible, but we've got to stop fairly soon. Arya needs to have that healed, Eragon ordered. He also felt a bit faint and was on the verge of falling asleep, but made himself stay awake as Saphira flew as fast as possible away from Uru'Baen.
After a few hours, Saphira landed in a clearing close to the Ramr River. She landed smoothly and waited as Eragon took Roran and Arya off of her back, and then fell to the ground, exhausted from the weight and pain of the arrows.
Eragon looked around him. Roran was seriously wounded and needed food and attention for the rest of his wounds. Arya was still bleeding from the punture in her side and breath came out in sharp gasps for her, and she might not survive. Saphira moaned as she layed next to Eragon, arrows still sticking out from her wings. He himself was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but needed to help everyone. Would he be able to do it, or would he have to suffer through another death of a loved one?
I know, a bad place to end a story, but I'm pretty tired myself, and seeing as I dont' have to help anybody, I'm gonna go to bed. Haha. Please Review!