A/N: yes I realize that I stopped the story practically in mid sentence but what the old man said was true… when I finished writing that last chapter and updating it was almost 1:00 AM so give me a brake… at least I'm updating soon! Well… relatively speaking…
Oh and uhhhhh whoever reviewed first ((god I cant even remember her name, how in the world do I even imagine passing my finals with my memory?)) I'm sorry about the mid-sentence stop but I'm updating so I'm not that evil.
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The strange man just nodded his head in response to the storyteller's dismissal and left silently. But he never went home… no not now he needed to hear the end of that story now. So he snuck around the side of the home and to a window that looked in on the bedroom.
The wife was in bed reading a book when the storyteller came in.
"What took you so long?" she asked
"The children demand more stories then I have time to tell." He replied.
"What story was it this time?" she asked in a knowing voice.
"The one of Findabhair and her part in our lord's story, although I didn't get to the end tonight. " He responded while climbing into bed.
"Oh I do love that story… I don't have time to hear it all… but perhaps you could continue where you left off?… I know the story well enough not to mind." She requested eagerly.
"Well… I suppose so, but if I grow tired I will stop where I am no matter where I am…" He said almost impatiently as if this happened every night.
"Yes, yes get to the story already!"
(The story continues)
Eragon stood at the foot of the thrown waiting patently to hear whom where to be his escorts to the elvish city.
"Orik, Arya, and I'm deciding on Murtagh but chances are in his favor, the twins, and five of my best men" He said with an airy voice as if he had rehearsed this many times.
Eragon nodded, he could not argue with this obviously well thought out list.
"Your dismissed" he said with a wave of his hand.
Eragon left with a quick bow.
(Cheesy scene transition!)
The rest of that day went uneventfully and the two packed for the trip tomorrow to the elvish city.
The next day all the escorts gathered at the waterfall entrance to the underground city. Murtagh had so kindly awoken Eragon and Saphira at the crack of dawn with a bucket of ice water… Murtagh found it rather amusing.
The two journeyed down to the river Az Ragni's mouth where they where to meet the others, form there they followed the river out of the Beor Mountains. A relatively uneventful journey that took them several days to complete.
From that point in their journey they where supposed to keep heading northward to Du weldenvarden, but as all good stories go… it was here where their plans where…interrupted so to speak.
It was early morning when Eragon and Saphira could see the edge of the mountains as they flew just below the clouds. The two of them where lazily talking about what each thought what Du weldenvarden might be like, when Saphira spied something just beyond the last mountain in front of the little dots on the ground that could be identified as their guard.
"Eragon?" she asked " what do you suppose those little dots are just beyond the last mountain?"
" I could not guess… I am no dragon and can not see as far as you."Was his reply.
Saphira shrugged it off and the two continued to fly over their guard. It was only after it was too late that they realized what they where by a shout from the ground… it was faint at first but they where not deaf…
"URGALS!"
It was Murtagh; saphira could see the little arrows flying from what could only be assumed as Murtagh's bow. The rest fought to catch up with him, the twins made it there first and began to knock back the Urgals, but they where hit over the head and knocked out from an urglal that was hiding in the forest.
Arya was ahead of the whole group and waiting for them to catch up, apparently she had been able to make such good time that she was past the mountains before the Urgals made it to their ambushing positions. That's when she heard it
"URGALS!"
She was off in the blink of an eye to help the others.
Eragon and Saphira had already dove into the heart of the battle and where trying their best to keep safe. They could not just sit idle by when their guard was being attacked… even though they where just doing their jobs.
Arya had made it just a few moments after the battle was done and over with. She swore to herself never to get too far ahead ever again… maybe she could have prevented some casualties.
she made her way over through all the Urgl bodies and around tired men to where Eragon sat on saphira's back; both of them panting from the adrenalin rush that cuppled with their mid-flight dive and saphira with an arrow in her left wing... it looked exptonaly painful but the adranalin saw to it that she would not feal it for several more minutes.
"Eragon… we must go back, with the threat of Urgals so strong and your guard now so weak it is the only sensible choice." Stated Arya.
As much as Eragon wanted to protest he knew that she was right. He helped Arya heal the wounded, not nearly as efficiently as her but still, and hitch them to their horses ready to make the return journey. As he was getting ready to mount snowfire, he figured that Saphira had better go ahead of them and checks for anymore ambushes, he noticed something.
"Saphira, do you see Murtagh anywhere?"