So sorry it took so long, but I just...didnt' feel like writing I guess...
Cold sweat dripped down Aden's body and he turned fitfully in his sleep. Terrifying nightmares...war...death.
"NO! Arya! Come back...come back..." A sudden clang forced him to sit straight up in his cold cell. Outside the iron bars was a guard, as usual, pacing down the hallway. Aden was about to fall back asleep when the slow creak of his door awoke his senses. He slowly shifted his eyes up toward the door. Standing there was the guard.
"Are you coming or not?" asked the guard in a rough, brute tone. Aden was still drowsy and confused. The guards words slurred together and his mind buzzed. "I'm leaving. Now. You can escape too, but we don't have long, I'm supposed to switch duty in 20 minutes." Aden shook off the sleep and stood up. "That's what I thought," said the guard with a grin as he turned out the door and started down the hallway.
Aden hesitated for a second. He didn't know if this was a trap, or if this man really was here to help him, but then he figured, now was the time to take chances, and he didn't have much of a choice. He quickly left his cell and followed the guard. Left, right, winding staircase, left corridor, turn right again, Aden lost track of where he was being led, but the guard seemed to know exactlly where he was going.
He stopped abruptly infront of a large wooden door. He motioned for Aden to stay quiet as he leaned against the door, listening to see if someone was on the other side. Apparently someone was on the other side, because he slowly slid down to the ground and pulled Aden up against the wall. They waited, waited, waited. Finally the door was pushed open and a guard passed through. Aden hoped that he could not see them in the shadows.
The guard that was guiding Aden crept up behind the other man quietly, cautiously and slowly pulled out a dagger. Swiftly and silently the man was stabbed and his body fell to the stone floor. Aden's guide moved quickly down the hallway, but Aden first stopped to look at the corpse. Sorrow flashed in his heart for a second, but then realized this was his chance out and rushed to catch up with the mysterious guard.
Just a few more corridors and down a staircase Aden and the guard were in the castle's stables. The guard searched behind one of the feed barrels, pulling out a few packs holding food, blankets and water. He motioned for Aden to help him and together they calmed two horses enough to saddle them up strap the supplies on their backs.
The guard started to lead Aden to the exit that led to the city when Aden paused at the gate.
"What are you doing?" whispered the guard. "They'll have noticed that your gone in a little bit, we must leave now." Aden shook off all feelings of uncertainty and mounted the horse. Together they fled through the city and the guard led the horses to an unguarded backgate. The guard dismounted his horse and yanked the pulley, but nothing budged. Beads of sweat began to roll down his forhead as he tried to lift it. Then he looked to Aden with disbelief.
"Well, your an elf! Help already!" Oh...Aden hadn't realized he knew he was an elf, but it made no diffrence, with his help the bridge rolled up high enough for them to escape. Once the horses and the guard was on the other side, Aden let go of the pulley and dove under the gate before it slammed shut.
The two mounted their horses when they heard a siren sound from the castle. The guard cursed and cried, "Run! They'll be after us soon." The horses sped forward, out into the distance, toward the Varden.
Nakia was leaning against her horses neck, exhausted from the journey. They had been riding constantly toward the Varden. Eragon didn't want to stop and thought it was better to get there as fast as possible, a few days ago he had been able to speak to the women they had rescued (whose name they learned to be Arya) and learned that she had a fatal poisen in her bloodstream, and without the antidote, she would not survive for more then a week.
Nakia also noticed that the closer they got to the Varden, the more tense Murtagh became. He would rarely talk to anyone and seemed to be furious with Eragon. They were now somewhere deep in the Beor's mountain range. Nakia had always heard tales of the Beor's, but never ventured to guess how large they really were.
But it had been a few days sense they entered the Beor's, and Nakia was getting tired of the view. Snow, snow, and more snow. She slowly started to drift asleep...
"Urgals! Behind us!" Murtagh's urgent voice woke Nakia up.
"What?" she asked frantically.
"Urgals! Run!" Nakia went into shock, this being the second time Urgals were pursuing her. She jammed her heels into her horse's sides and quickly caught up with Murtagh and Eragon, who had already took off.
Strong winds whipped through the small valley they were riding in, tossing Nakia's hair and blurring her vision as her eyes began to water. On both sides of her she could hear Eragon and Murtagh urging their horses onward.
"They're catching up!" cried Eragon from Nakia's left. "We're not too far from the Varden, maybe we can make it." Nakia turned around briefly to catch a glimpse at the Urgals. He was right, they were closer then ever now, but if they could make it to the Varden or not, she did not know.
For hours they fled the monsterous army chasing them. The sun had now slipped beyond the tips of the mountain and Nakia was finding it hard to follow Eragon and Murtagh.
A soft, steady hum filled Nakia's ear. As they rode farther the hum became louder and more defiant. As they turned a ridge Nakia gaped at a large lake and a waterfall falling from somewhere beyond. Eragon and Murtagh had already rode ahead and were standing infront of a rock. Once Nakia aproached Eragon shook his head.
"This isn't the right spot, it's not opening!" Nakia began to panick, knowing that the Urgals were getting closer and closer as they stood there.
"Across the waterfall!" cried Murtagh over the roar. Her eyes bulged.
"Are you mad! We'll all be drowned!" Nakia said as he began to usher them towards it.
"No we won't! Would you rather be eaten by Urgals?"
Convinced, Nakia followed Eragon and Murtagh to the waterfall. First to go under was Murtagh, accompanied by the unconcious Arya. His horse collapsed immediatly under the pressure and gradually fought its way back up, just long enough to pass under the weight of the water.
Eragon nudged Nakia forward, but as he did she noticed that the Urgals were just barely away, and would be approaching the lake any minute now. Even through the waterfall she could hear the pounding of their feet.
With a frustrated push, Eragon ushered Nakia into the waterfall. A cold blanket of darkness pushed her down, the waterfall was too strong for her. Slowly she felt herself begin to slip under, water pounding on her head. Just as the last of her breath began to escape her, she felt a sudden shove to her side and opened her eyes to see Eragon pushing her across. On her other side she felt a tug and saw Murtagh pulling her through the rest of the way. Finally she escaped the waterfall's wrath and was safely on the other side. She took a gulp of air and choked up some water.
As Nakia looked back into the waterfall she saw Eragon struggling through. She was about to help him, as he had helped her, but from somewhere to her left a very small, stout man charged through, dragging Eragon out from the water.
Nakia simply stared, stumped, until Eragon and the small man pulled her and Murtagh toward a rock wall. But before they entered what Nakia assumed to be the secret entrance to the Varden, she saw a bright, gleaming blue creature erupt from the other side of the waterfall. A creature she had only heard of in old stories she never believed to be true.
So so so so sorry I took so long, but oh well, here it is. Also, if you happen to be reading any of my other stories, I'm gonna pull A New Rider is Born, but I will most likely post it again. Anyways, review!