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Chapter Seven

The sands began to disappear, turning into a sea of green grass. Elita watched in awe. She had seen some grass, but never a full field of one. Flying through clouds was one of the most entertaining part of the flight. Elita thought it would be soft and fluffy, but it was cold and wet. Every time they would shoot out, Saphira's scales would be sparkling from water, and Elita and Eragon would be soaked. But, it helped Eragon and Elita cool down, since the sun had no mercy on them. Thunder and Acorn raced the dragon eagerly. Eragon was actually surprised that they could keep up with the dragon and go on for such a long time. He had asked Elita this but Elita did not know the answer. But of course, the Gods wouldn't let Elita's adventure run slow would they? So they decided to enhance the horses.

Finally, the sun was creeping down and the sky was turning dark rapidly. The air began to cool greatly. Saphira began to descend slightly, her night vision better than anyone else's. Once Saphira had found a clearing, she immediately took off in search of food. Elita and Ayra started the fire together, while Eragon and Murtagh went in search of firewood.

"So, do you like it already?" Ayra asked Elita, settling down beside her. The fire was burning happily and Ayra hadn't used her magic for it. Elita nodded silently, putting in a few random sticks every now and then. "Did you ever know your parents?" Ayra asked softly.

"No." Elita answered after awhile. Then she went ridged. In Elita's mind's eye, she traveled many miles to a castle in a large, ugly city. An old man was a having a big fit and the Urgals were staring at him. The same Urgals who killed everyone in the village.

'Find me that egg!' The man roared. The Urgals flinched but bowed deeply before heading off. Her mind's eye followed the Urgals to the outside. Thousands of Urgals were waiting in, clad in armor. One of the Urgals yelled something. Then all the Urgals roared. Then she returned to normal. Ayra's hand was on her arm.

"Are you okay?" Ayra asked Elita, her voice thick with concern. Elita gave a numb nod. Eragon and Murtagh stepped into the clearing, carrying lots of firewood.

Eragon noticed Ayra looking at Elita with concern. "What's wrong?" He asked, going to Elita.

"Nothing! Everything is just fine!" Elita told him quickly. Eragon turned to Ayra.

"She just froze. She was fine then she turned stiff and her eyes glazed over. It was like she was in a trance." Ayra murmured, standing up next to Eragon.

"And what do you think?" Eragon asked. Murtagh joined them silently.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I should take a quick sweep of her mind." Ayra whispered, so only Eragon and Murtagh could hear. An alarm rang off in Elita's head. Something was going to happen that she didn't like. Eragon nodded. Then he turned to Elita.

"Sit down, Elita." Elita obeyed. "Now, Ayra is going to take a quick mind sweep. You might feel a little pokes here and there, but nothing to serious. Okay?" Eragon said cheerfully, trying not to make it look like a bad thing. Elita's body went numb. They were going to look in her mind. See about Lamboni! The stone! The mark! She couldn't let it happen. Wouldn't! She was about to say when a horrible problem hit her. She couldn't say no to her Master! He told her that she was going to have a mind sweep and that was going to happen. She gulped nervously as Ayra bent down to her level. Elita closed her eyes as Ayra put her long fingers on Elita's temples.

Flashes of memories began to go through Elita's eyes. Master Flanders teaching her duties as a slave. Chip showing her how to clean and cook. Then it skipped some years. To where Master Flanders had told her to feed the beast. She watched in horror as she opened the barn door and started to walk down the steps. No! Suddenly, a great rush of anger built up. She felt tingly all over. Then the mind sweep was over. Elita opened her eyes and Ayra was slumped over, knocked out. Eragon and Murtagh was staring at Elita. Elita gulped. She was in trouble.

(What happened to Ayra)

Ayra was sweeping over Elita's memories. Some of them were unpleasant. Some were sweet. Others were just cruel. Then, one interested her. 'Slave, go feed the beast' Elita's old master had told her. Ayra watched intently as she was led to a barn and went down into some pit. Suddenly, stabs of needles pressed against her. Something tight wrapped around Ayra's chest, squeezing all the breath out of her. Pain engulfed her body. It was like being on fire and being frozen at once. Ayra screamed and took her hands away from Elita's temples. Blackness over took Ayra the second she left the temples of Elita.

(Back to the Story)

Ayra was awaken in a few minutes. Elita was already crying. She sobbed to Eragon about how she didn't do anything and wouldn't do anything to hurt his friends. As much as Eragon wanted to believe her, he just couldn't. Only powerful magic could make an elf fall. Elita had decided to punish herself, by hitting herself with rocks, until Murtagh grabbed her and restrained her from the rocks. She was still sobbing uncontrollably, mumbling her sorries and other things. Saphira was back and was trying to soothe the child but Elita would not listen to Saphira's words. She wanted Eragon's own words.

"How are you?" Eragon asked as soon as Ayra woken up.

"Tired." Ayra admitted, sitting up, with help from Eragon.

"What happened?"

"Well, it was going okay, until I got to this certain memory. Her old master said 'Go feed the beast.' I followed her there and then something attacked me. I couldn't get through it or even try to use my magic. I don't know if it came from Elita or not. Maybe if we both do it together with Saphira..." Ayra started but Eragon stopped her.

"No. Saphira and I will do it. Not you. Rest." Eragon said. Then he quickly told Saphira, who quickly agreed to prove that Elita did nothing wrong.

Eragon touched the temples of Elita and began the sweep for that certain memory. He could feel Elita trembling. He found it and went with Elita to the barn. They walked down the steps. Needles began to poke Eragon hard. He pushed them out. Something tight squeezed against Eragon's chest. Saphira quickly attacked it. A burning sensation covered Eragon. He screamed. Saphira pushed her magic harder against the barrier. Something lashed out and something grabbed Saphira by the back of her neck. Pain began to emerge over Saphira's body. Murtagh watched in horror as Eragon screamed and Saphira howled. He ran towards Eragon and pulled his fingers away from Elita's temples. Eragon gasped for air and crumpled to the floor, sweating and choking. Saphira collapsed on the ground, her breathing labored. Elita watched Eragon with eyes wide in fear. Elita began sobbing again. Eragon got up slowly with the help of Murtagh. He turned to Elita.

"What do you have to hide?" Eragon said, his voice demanding. Elita couldn't look up into her master's eyes. She was afraid of what she might see. Would it be horror, sadness, or madness in the eyes? Or would she find the worst? Hate.

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