Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places. They belong to Christopher Paolini
A/N: Like I said before, this chapter is slightly more exciting- but only a little. Sorry! Also, the distances are fudged, like I said before. I made it so it took two weeks of walking to nearly reach Nädindel. (Look on the map if you don't know where that is. It's in Du Weldenvarden.) I'm not sure how fast a person can heal, and keep up with two very fit people. I made up about two weeks, although I think it would actually be longer.
Kela was amazed. It had been a fortnight since she was attacked. Two weeks had passed by so quickly. Everyday she clambered onto Saphira's back, upholding her vow that she would not be carried. She had learned to do everything on dragon back. She slept, she ate, she read, she even repaired some of her gear, although her arm hindered her greatly.
They had taken to leaving before dawn and stopping after dusk. Kela didn't mind. She had always been an early riser and she got to see all the sunrises and sunsets from Saphira's back.
Today's sunrise was spectacular. The yellows, reds, and oranges faded into purples and pinks. The blue sky just shown through and the colors danced across the sky, inviting Kela to join them.
She smiled and lifted her good arm, letting the wind calm her. Her hair, still dark for disguise, streamed behind her, having long since escaped the plait she had tried to braid. Braiding was not easy with one hand.
The wind picked up the fluffy tresses and played with them. Kela was content. The wind was her friend. It would never desert her.
Kela could feel Saphira's amusement at her antics. She shrugged and put her hand down, returning to her normal position. Noting Saphira's even flight pattern, Kela untied the leg loops so she could move around slightly. While others would shudder, Kela loved heights. She loved climbing and reaching the top where the wind was always stronger.
Kela had learned Saphira's patterns of flight when she was on the hunt. The leg loops always needed to be tightened when that happened. Kela had gone on numerous hunts with Saphira. She was thankful that she only could guess the feelings of animals. To actually know them would be horrendous.
She had not spoken to Saphira for all fourteen days, remembering that Eragon had said about bad manners. Still, she did not mind. Normally, she went for days with out talking to anyone. She still knew Saphira's presence and was amazed when she felt it prod at her barrier.
She let it down just enough so Saphira could talk.
Hello, Kela. I take it you enjoy this.
Yes, she replied. I'm not sure how Eragon could ever force himself off your back.
Kela felt a chuckle in her mind. It is a necessity, Saphira explained.
Remembering Eragon, she asked Is it all right to talk to you? I don't wish to be rude.
It is fine Kela. After all, I contacted you, she pointed out.
Kela could feel there was something Saphira wanted. Suddenly bold, she asked Why have you contacted me?
I need you for a job.
Saphira's reply confused Kela. A job? What could she do?
I want you to keep an eye on Eragon when he is not in my sight, Saphira continued. He believes he can do all, but I know how misleading those type of thoughts can be.
Kela immediately protested I can't do that. He's older and more experienced than me. I know nothing useful that he doesn't. Besides, what can I do if he does get himself into trouble? What would I do then? I can't fight or use magic against anyone.
Her alarm caused Kela to babble, saying more word in one minute then she usually said in a whole day.
I'm not the person you want for this, I'm not suitable. Ask Arya- she'd be able to do it, not me. She can actually do things. She's an elf!
You have elven blood as well, Saphira pointed out.
Twelve generations back! Ten greats and you run into Kayin. That makes me one four-thousand ninety-sixth elven. Do you know how small that is? If one league is my heritage, my elven background would be four feet. Four feet, Saphira! Actually, a little less then four feet, about three feet, ten inches!
(A/N: I'm taking one league as three miles)
Heritage isn't everything, Kela. You have many other traits that make you more then suitable.
And what might those be? Kela's voice was unusually blunt. It lost the soft edge that Saphira had become accustomed to.
You have excellent math skills
Like that has anything to do with anythi-
And you can think; Saphira cut in, ignoring Kela's reply. something you need to remind Eragon to do. You are the person to do the job. Arya will not do. Eragon will trust you, I can feel it. While he will follow Arya, it is more out of her being almost superior then trust. You can do this Kela, I know you can. Saphira paused before continuing. Eka nehme ono. I need you.
Saphira's voice was intense. Kela froze. This was no normal request. Saphira truly meant it.
Eka aí celöbranen. I am honored. Kela's voice quivered, but she continued. Eka weohnata kópa. I will watch.
(A/N: I made up 'need'- it actually means take in German. Oh well. I also added an ending onto celöbra, which means honor. 'Eka weohnata kópa'literally means 'I will stare'. It's the best thing I could come up with.)
Kela could feel Saphira's approval in her mind. Suddenly, she could feel something else. Two men were amazed, fearful, slightly hopeful, and ecstatic. That strong a feeling could only mean one thing.
We've been seen! she called to Saphira.
By whom?
Two men! Kela paused and reached for anything they felt, closing her eyes tightly and willing her mind to stretch out. They're not elven, or Ryvlan. Just two humans.
At this, Saphira angled sharply upward. Kela, holding on for life, wished she had not untied the loops that bound her legs. She ignored her fear and concentrated on the men. Through a vortex of ideas she could only make out one thought. 'The Rider's a girl!'
Kela sighed in disappointment. If she had only heard why they were there. She could not be sure if they were sympathetic to Galbatorix. She had her suspicions. She knew of no humans, besides the Ryvlans, who would dare, or even be able to, travel this deeply into Du Weldenvarden. Galbatorix would surely know soon.
Kela! Saphira broke in. Can you send all your information to Eragon?
If he will let me.
Send it through me. Saphira requested.
Kela gathered the images, the sounds, the feelings and a few words that explained. Entering Saphira's alien mind, she found Saphira's sense of Eragon and sent the information there.
What! He cried. Saphira are you sure?
It's Kela, and I'm positive that they saw us. I could feel it. We're coming. Don't worry.
She broke off the connection, not sure if the last two words were suitable. She just concentrated on gripping Saphira's sides with her legs.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one will be up soon. I think that I'm going to like the next chapter. Hopefully you will too. Tell me if you liked this one, not to mention all the rest!