There were back to the Varden's camp. Saphira had grown very tired from the long flight and her wings flapped in uneven, unsteady measures. Eragon himself was very tired too. No food and rest had taken a toll. Finding his way though the camp he slept in his tent…
When Eragon woke, everyone in the camp was gone. Running to the edge of the camp he saw the clang of battle far off in the distance. Saphira was by his side in minutes. Without even speaking Eragon got on to Saphira who swiftly flew to the battle that was taking place.
Saphira flew over the river and into the edge of the Varden's Army. He soon spotted Lady Nasuada.
"Eragon!" she yelled.
"My lady,"
"You have gone long on your quest."
"Yes, my Lady"
"Have you succeeded?" she inquired looking at his sword at his hip.
"Yes…maybe no, I will tell you of it after the battle"
The battle had started with the Varden winning, but by the time Eragon got to help, the Varden was losing overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of Galbatorix's army.
Immediately, Eragon set up his wards. Eragon ran at the first solider, a man in heavy armor. Pulling of his blue sword, he made a swing at the man's head. It had so much force behind it; it cut through all the metal armor plates and chain mail and instantly killed the man. Blood streaked out and stained the sword. Strangely, the blue sword seemed to absorb the blood, for it was gone it a few seconds. The words of the sword came back to Eragon.
I will bite all his enemies
And reap from his kill…
Eragon felt a shiver run down his spine. But then an ideal came to him. Searching with his magical mind he soon found a magician. Four burly guards were surrounding the magician and letting him tire himself without getting killed.
At Eragon's request, Saphira flew to the small group. With one of the magic words Ormis had taught him, Eragon killed the four guards and bore down on the magician. Even though weaken by the use the magic; the man was still at full power and unsheathing a sword, he lunged at Eragon. Eragon was much stronger and swifter then the man and in two lightning strikes, Eragon embedded his weapon in the magician's heart.
The magic sword sparkled with the blood that was starting to get absorbed, and suddenly Eragon seemed to know the spells that the magician knew. He also started to feel more strength, probably from both the magician and the solider.
The battle raged on but Eragon never tired for the sword renewed his energy every time he killed a solider or magician. In fact, Eragon gain so much energy, he stored some in the rubies and the diamond. Man after man fell at Eragon's approach and the tide of battle turned. Galbatorix's army was retreating swiftly.
The Varden soon set up tents closer to the opposing army and Eragon was back to his tent when he bumped into Arya.
"Eragon Shadeslayer," she said exclaimed before walking swiftly away…
Saphira was waiting for him when he came to his tent.
Eragon! You must tell me about that sword, she said
Saphira, it drinks blood and give the energy and magic of the person who had the blood to me.
She was silent for a while. Then she said, If that is true then does that mean if you had Murtagh's or Galbatorix's blood you could possible win a battle against them?
Eragon thought about it all night. If Saphira was right, all he needed was some blood of Galbatorix or Murtagh, just one slash and he could win against them.