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Chapter Eleven

They stopped for lunch by a small trickling stream, that barely could make its way across the pebbles. Elita was poking at her meat strips lazily. Her eyes were bloodshot and they were faint tear stains on her cheeks. She pushed the meat strips away from her. Eragon turned to her. "What's wrong?" He asked her.

She gazed up at him. She shifted uncomfortably. "You do not have to tell me if you do not want me to know." Eragon told her. She smiled faintly and walked away, towards the stream. She dipped her fingers in the cold water, sighing. The last premonition was the most disturbing thing she had ever seen.

A sudden burst of water brought Elita out of her dream world. The level of water had risen in the stream and now it flowed quickly. She glanced at Eragon and the others but they did not notice. A small silver fish flew down the stream, its tail flapping wildly in shock. She watched the fish go down the stream and around the corner before disappearing. "Come on, Elita. Its time to go." Eragon suddenly called her, kicking dirt on the fire. Elita walked to him and let him put her on Saphira. He quickly pulled himself up. Elita glanced at the stream as Murtagh and Ayra took off with the horses. The stream was overflowing and waves were coming from the center of the stream. Saphira flew into the sky and the stream disappeared from Elita's gaze.

The large navy eyed creature came out of the stream and crawled onto the land. It shook itself dry, causing several trees to fall down in the process. Great... Now where did Cassara go? The creature asked itself. It turned to the stream, which was now a large river and looked at its reflection. It had a elegant body that had dark blue scales that shades lighter on its underside. It had gigantic, wide-set wings that ran from its shoulders to its slender hips. They were transparent pale blue. Two sharp horns projected from its forehead. The water turned into a hand and pointed east. The dragon nodded and launched itself into the sky.

The sun bounced off its blue scales. The dragon narrowed its navy blue eyes and its wings caught a draft. It opened its mouth and let out a deep, rumbling humming sound.

Elita looked around, startled. Something was humming. Its humming was like a soothing song, that Elita found herself standing up. Eragon was asleep, leaning against one of Saphira's spikes. The humming quicken to a fast pace. Elita untied the ropes that bounded her to the saddle. She spread out her arms wide and lifted her head. She closed her eyes and leaned back. Elita? What are you doing? Saphira asked Elita, starting to turn her neck. The wind did the rest of the work for Elita, pushing her off the saddle. ELITA! Saphira yelled, seeing Elita fly off. Eragon jumped up, startled.

"What?" He asked, wiping the side of his mouth. He placed his hands in front of him but Elita wasn't there. Eragon looked around wildly, then hesitantly looked over the side. Elita was falling down, her eyes closed. "ELITA!" He screamed.

The dragon that came out of the river watched as a girl was falling through the sky. Now, he would have gone and get her but the sapphire dragon was already rushing to catch her. The sapphire dragon easily caught her and soared back up. A man on her back pulled her up to him. The dark blue dragon flew closer to the ground, keeping a eye on the dragon. It found who it was looking for. It found Cassara.

Eragon pulled Elita up close to him and turned her around in his lap. "What were you thinking? Are you crazy? You could have killed yourself!" Eragon yelled. Elita opened her droopy eyes, staring at Eragon. He had never yelled at her yet but Elita couldn't understand why he was yelling at her. His eyes were full of anger and worry.

"Didn't you hear it?" She asked him softly. She couldn't hear it now. It was gone and she felt sort of empty without. It wanted her. It needed her. Whatever it was she wanted it. Eragon's face fell.

"Hear what?" He asked, confused.

"That noise. It was a humming noise. Low and comforting." She said, wide awake now. He shook his head. "Too bad. It was really nice sounding. I don't remember much, though. It happened then I closed my eyes. Then now I'm here." She told him.

"You fell. You scared me. Really scared me. Saphira saved you though." He explained. She apologized and he took it rather than saying it was not her fault. She settled herself on the saddle. He watched her for minute then looked up before smiling. He leaned down again and whispered in Elita's ear. "We're almost to the Varden. We might be there by nightfall." Eragon whispered in her ear.

"Really! Cool!" Elita said happily. Eragon watched her as she settled down and awaited happily, watching the blurry scenery go by.

The dark blue dragon followed Saphira quietly. His elegant body was slender enough to swerve in and out of trees, keeping up with the other lighter blue dragon. He had to keep with Cassara. She might need him to protect her or his kin.

Minutes turned to hours and soon Elita was fast asleep against Eragon, bored from waiting to show up at the Varden. Eragon, we're here. Saphira suddenly said, her altitude decreasing. She swirled down and landed gently in the little pool. Eragon got off carefully, with Elita in his arms. The sound of hoof beats were loud and soon Ayra and Murtagh appeared next to the pool, their horses breathing heavily. They were quite tired yet ready to go. Eragon was appalled by their strength and endurance. He climbed back up on Saphira's back and they quickly entered the waterfall.

What does the dragon want? Why is he calling Elita, Cassara? What will Elita think of the Varden? Review and find out in the next chapter!