This is a horrible chapter, because I wrote it during science class. We're learning about calendars. How interesting!
Disclaimer: I do not…own…Eragon…
Triumph and Defeat:
I got them. That's all that matters, right?
Not if they keep chasing me.
I can't hold them off forever.
Am I bleeding? I can't tell.
Where are they? Why don't they help me?
I have the last one. Don't they know? Don't they care?
I have to keep running, even if it kills me.
All of Alagesia depends on me…
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Eragon and Saphira flew through the skies over Ellesmera, eager to attend today's lesson.
When they got to the house Oromis and Gleadr lived in, though, they were greeted with a surprise.
Gleadr laid sullenly outside the cottage, barely glancing at them as they entered the clearing. It only took two words for him to tell them where Oromis was:
He's gone.
"No!" Eragon started to run into the cabin, but stopped.
"No more. He can't just be 'gone'. Is he dead, or is he on some kind of mission?"
Dead.
Gleadr flew away, and both Saphira and Eragon knew not to follow. He would most likely go to die alone, for no dragon can live without his or her rider for long. It's called heartbreak.
Eragon was sad, and he was angry. He was sad because his teacher had died. He was angry because one more person he had loved was gone from his life. He needed Arya now more than anything, and she was most likely dead, also.
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Two cloaked people limped through Ellesmera, one of which carrying a large leather bag. These people were Eyris and Harzr, returning from their mission.
Queen Islanzadi met them at the throne room in the palace, eager to see what they had brought. After quickly glancing in the bag, she carefully took the bag from them, and, beckoning to a servant, had the bag taken to the palace vault.
The Queen then healed the two peoples' wounds herself, as they told her their story. In the end, she started weeping and had to leave to her private quarters. Eyris and Harzr looked at each other sadly, and then left the palace.
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Eragon, we must carry this news to Queen Islanzadi.
I know.
Shall we go now?
Yes.
Eragon slowly got onto Saphira's saddle. As they flew to the palace, they noticed two figures leaving the palace, holding each other closely. The smaller one, a woman, appeared to be crying.
Eragon entered the palace and requested to see Queen Islanzadi, saying that it was most important. He now had tears in his eyes.
As the servant showed him to the Queen's private quarters, Eragon could hear heavy weeping as they came closer. When they got to the door, the servant quickly scurried away, leaving Eragon alone.
He hesitated only a second before knocking at the door.
A muffled "Who is it?" came from inside.
"It is I, Eragon. I bring you terrible news."
"Come in, then."
Eragon entered, and the sight that befell his eyes was horrid. Queen Islanzadi looked as if she had been crying for hours. There were dark circles under her eyes, her hair was uncombed, and her eyes bloodshot.
"Umm…what happened?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?"
Eragon looked at Queen Islanzadi like she was crazy.
"Never…mind…then…I came to tell you that Oromis has passed…away…" At this, Eragon choked on his own words, and as he looked to the floor, a tear fell from his eye. He had been holding it in.
When he looked up, the Queen just looked at him in shock.
"I'll just be going, then!" Eragon hurriedly left the palace, hopping on Saphira and taking flight as quickly as possible. He didn't want Queen Islanzadi to see him cry.