Guess what! Puppies showed up at my house today! One that looked like a Chocolate Lab and another one that looked like a Rat Terrier. They are so adobrable! I'm naming them Misty and Sugar, even though they are not mine and we might have to give them away! Sniff. Anyway... I still don't own any characters from Eragon. Only my plot and ideas. Now, I am not sure if Hrothgar would leave his hammer alone or even how he would act, but in my story he does, because he has left for a few moments. And I have no thoughts of putting up a sequel that is after Eldest. If I do, the sequel will have no connection to Eldest. But I'm probably not, because after I finish this...there will be nothing to write about.

Chapter Fourteen

The people were still coughing and gagging, and the door was going to burst open any second. Elita got up looking around. She found a doorway (know I don't know if there really is one but if there isn't...I'm making one!) and ran to it, throwing it open and running down the hallway. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, not even aware of where she was going. She noticed two descending stairways and went for the right one. A couple minutes passed as the stairway curved inward the soon the other staircase joined with the one she was on. After a few more minutes, she reached two large granite doors with a seven-pointed crown engraved in both doors. No one was guarding the doors so Elita quickly entered, shutting the door behind her.

A very dark hall was behind the door with the walls covered in stalagmites and stalactites. The floor was polished and smooth and lanterns were hung around, leaving wide dark gaps. Large statues were lined up with a king crowned and sitting on a thrown, names were engraved below thier feet. Help me! A distant cry bellowed, echoing off the walls but only appearing in Elita's mind. Elita turned around, looking for the voice.

"Where are you?" She called to it, her own voicing echoing. A hum started slowly. She followed the quiet noise which led her to a statue of a King named Korgan. "How am I going to get you out of there?" She asked to it, wondering who it was.

The Hammer. By the throne. It whispered. Elita jogged up to the empty alcoves where it awaited for future statues of their kings. The throne was cut from a piece of black marble. Near it, a large war hammer laid against the chair, with the clan's symbol carved on its head.

She tried lifting it but she could not, since it was so heavy. She tried again, trying to reach in to her magic. The hammer was easy to pick up then and she went over to the statue. She stared at the hammer and twirled it in her hands. Should I really be doing this, she thought.

Please help me! I do not want to be stuck in here, forever. I want a rider. The voice said again. She nodded and raised the hammer over her head then slammed it down onto the statue, cracking it easily. The statue fell and a large brown egg fell on the ground, rolling in the dim light. She dropped the hammer, which dented the floor, and picked up the egg. Suddenly, the large granite doors opened and a dwarf came in, with a gold helm on his head, glittering in the light. He stopped and stared horrified at the statue.

"Please, sir. If you can..." She started but he stopped her with a loud roar of 'Guards! Guards!'. Several dwarves came in. "No! I didn't mean to destroy your... I can fix it! I hope." She said weakly, backing up.

"Stop!" Eragon's voice filled the cave. He bent down, his hands on his knees. He stood up and walked towards the dwarf. "I'm so sorry, King Hrothgar, if she caused any trouble. She's just..." He said, stumbling on his word. He stared at the Dwarf King hopelessly before the king nodded furiously. Eragon bowed his head and grabbed Elita's arms roughly, dragging her out of the throne room.

As they got halfway up the stairs, Eragon stopped, turning to her. "There is something you are not telling me, Elita. Wait, there is a whole lot you are not telling me. Now, unless you want to die, tell me everything." Eragon said, sitting Elita down and joining her.

Elita stared up at him. "Everything? Like what?" She whispered quietly, her eyes shining. She had to keep Lamboni's promise.

"Like about you knowing magic! And the egg, what is the deal with that? And why do you have another egg?" Eragon asked, shocked at the last part. She sighed. And began to talk of what she had been told of, by Master Flanders.

"So, let me get this straight." Eragon said, after Elita had finished. "You can hear what the dragons are saying... when they are inside the egg? And some person just went to you and gave you the egg... for no reason at all?" He asked.

She nodded. She had not told him about Lamboni the dragon. She had made up a story containing a gypsy and a man called 'Lamboni' and he gave her the egg for no reason. Eragon scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Well, that is strange. Come on now." He said, helping Elita up. As they walked up the rest of the staircase, Elita looked up at him.

"Why do you want to save me?" She asked.

Eragon looked at Elita. "Well," He sighed, going up the stairs more slowly. "I think you didn't mean to hurt us. Just to...protect your promises. And I know how you are about promises. Maybe...just maybe the Varden will not kill you and maybe one day you will become a great and powerful...woman." Eragon told her, smiling down at the girl.

"I would not think that I would. Master Flanders said that once a slave always a slave." She sighed.

"Yeah but remember how kooky he was." He said with a laugh, ruffling her hair. She giggled a bit and walked into the chamber. "Come on, they are all waiting with bows and arrows."

As Elita and Eragon entered the room, people began to yell and cry, pointing their weapons. Ajihad was glaring at Elita and so was a girl by his side. "Stay here." Eragon whispered, leaving her in the middle of the room, letting her to stare at all the angry people at her. Her eyes began to water and tears began to fall. She sobbed softly, ducking her head. All she could find of interest to keep her mind off of death was the egg, whose color was blurry.

Eragon walked to Ajihad, whispering quickly in his ear. As the timed passed, Ajihad's expression became softer and softer. Finally, Eragon stopped talking, turning to look at Elita. Elita still had not looked up. A dragging noise became louder and louder in Elita's ears. "Attention, please. Attention please. There seems to be a misunderstanding in order." Ajihad said, raising his hand and talking loudly. Everyone let out a huge sigh.

But somewhere in at the end of the big mass of people. He had his bow strung and knocked, ready to release the arrow at the backstabber to tried to kill King Ajihad. As soon as the word misunderstanding came out of Ajihad's mouth, he groaned, lowering his bow. Suddenly, someone bumped into him, which made him release the arrow. The arrow flew straight through the crowd, not hurting anyone surprisingly, and found its target.

The arrow buried itself into Elita's chest, where her heart was. She dropped the egg with as sharp cry, looking down. The arrow was sticking halfway in to her body. Eragon and Ajihad and everyone else turned to look with a look of surprise and horror. Dark crimson blood began to ooze out of the wound. She looked up at Eragon while uttering a soft 'Oh.'. Then she fell forward, her body slamming into the ground, and the bloody arrow being shoved straight through Elita's body.

As everything faded from Elita's sight, she heard Eragon yell 'NO!' and the sound of dragging scales. With a loud gasp from everyone from the room, Elita slipped into eternal darkness.

GASP! Will Elita be okay? What made that dragging noise? Mwhahaha! I'm so evil for making you wait. But don't worry! I have Spring Break next week and I can update quickly! Review!