I've worked forever on this chapter. I feel like I might have killed some of my brain cells in doing so. But I'm glad that it is finally done. And I'm really hoping that you'll all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Just to tell you, I was writing chapter 49 and I nearly cried. It was a heart breaking thing to go about. But I won't tell you all anymore than that. Happy reading!
Are you injured Eridor? Arya asked as he swerved to the right affording the blow to his underbelly from the rotting beast.
Just scratches, he gave a bellow as he dove forward grabbing the beast by the neck between his jaws. If she wasn't distracted fighting Jeremiah she would have shielded her nose from such a foul stench. It was disgusting how Galbatorix had decided to assemble an imitation of a dragon to fight them. And from rotting flesh. She, who could not bring herself to consume the flesh of an animal, had to fight against a monster made from that flesh. A chunk of rotting meat fell to the ground as Thorn's talons dug into the beast.
What an abomination, below them Thorn had attached himself to the underside of the beast tearing at it with his talons. How are you faring Murtagh? Their thoughts were connected to keep them in line with each other's moves.
Well, was his reply and through his mind she could feel the consciousness of Blodhgarm and the other elves sent to guard him. We've almost got him. Only a little more and he'll have to surrender to us.
Careful, do not become too overconfident. It will allow for an opening. She blocked a swipe to her neck with ease and with a quick flick of her wrist, rotated Tamerlein about and stabbed him in the gut. Letting out a yell, Jeremiah quickly pulled himself off of her blade something in his armor catching onto the tip of her sword before flying upwards into the air. Sparkling in the rays of light cast by the sun, a hand sized mirror in the shape of a six point star caught her eye. Arya reached up to catch it as Jeremiah shouted a command to his beast which was missing parts of its body.
The beast lashed at them with its spiked tail before turning to fly in the directions of Uru'baen. He's escaping! Murtagh cried, Thorn hurry after them!
The ruby dragon made to fly forward before another mind touched theirs. Recognizing Saphira's thoughts, Arya lowered her barriers, immediately feeling the dragon's distress through their connection. What is it, Saphira?
It's Eragon! Almost immediately Eridor dived forward towards the ground where the sapphire dragon was. The level of Saphira's turmoil and anguish was so deep that it nearly incapacitated Arya for a moment. She withdrew slightly to herself. He's losing control of himself. You must hurry Arya or he'll be lost!
Once Eridor neared the ground, he flared out his wings on either side to slow their descent. When he slowed twenty feet from the ground, Arya loosened the straps of the saddle and jumped landing lightly on the ground. Her eyes sought Eragon. It wasn't hard to do so seeing that he was standing a hundred yards away from the fighting between the Varden and Galbatorix's army.
His hands were clenched over his ears as he stood there hunched over. She ran to him but Murtagh was the first to reach him. "Eragon, what's wrong?" he asked reaching out for his brother. But Eragon retreated a step, his eyes wide in a crazed madness, his pupils dilated in pain. "Let us help you!" When he didn't reply, Murtagh's panic seemed to increase. "Eragon!"
Behind her she heard Saphira's bellow of anguish at the madness her rider was sinking into. Pushing past Murtagh, Arya went to stand before him, trying to keep her own pain and worry to a controllable level. "Eragon, look at me!" He didn't seem to hear her but instead stood there shaking his head murmuring under his breath.
"Make the noise stop! Please make it stop…" Noise? What noise? The fighting?
As she stared at him, the violet seal in his right eye began to glow brighter and brighter. "Control it, Eragon!" she urged him, trying to will him to keep the spirit at bay. His soul was strong enough she was sure it was. "Do not surrender to it!"
He didn't respond but continued to murmur. Arya felt her heart rapidly beat as she regarded him, she wasn't going to lose him. Not to the spirit within his body. There had to be another way. When she saw him slipping in and out of consciousness, her alarm heightened, "Eragon!" she cried reaching for him. "Eragon, stay with me!"
He didn't hear her but after a moment abruptly dropped his hands, his face losing any expression and he stared at her blankly. She heard Blodhgarm and the others stop behind them. Their swords were drawn and their bows strung, bewildered at the sudden turn in events. Eragon straightened and the seal in his right eye glowed ominously.
Suddenly the flow of magic from the seal was projected outward until it hovered in the air before them, bright and violet. Arya tightened her grip on Tamerlein. What was happening? The seal, a violet star, began to spin. Slowly at first but as time passed, it began to gain speed. A gust of wind caught them, violent and threatening, throwing them off of their feet and onto the ground. She almost lost her grip on the mirror in her right hand. Holding tightly onto it, she slid it into her belt strap.
Eragon! Saphira's cry echoed through her mind as the dragon buried her talons into the ground to keep from being thrown into the air by the strong gusts of winds. Her hair whipping about her face she glanced up from where she laid on the ground. Eragon was still standing unaffected by the great winds that seemed to shriek about him as he stood there, his seal spinning rapidly in the air before him. As it spun her eyes widened in surprise as a part of the seal shattered into violet lights.
What's happening to him, Arya? Murtagh's thoughts battered against hers demanding an answer. She frowned her eyes finding him lying on the ground with his arms pulled up over his head to protect it from the wind. Is this some sort of dark magic?
In a way, her lips thinned as she saw another piece of his seal shatter. The turbulent winds increased. Eragon is sinking into madness…
Madness? I don't understand.
I know and it's a complicated explanation, she knew that Murtagh sought answers but now was not the time to laze around and converse. They had to take action before it was too late. I shall explain it to you at a later time, Murtagh.
His thoughts faltered for a moment before he agreed, I shall hold you to it then.
His seal is fading, I can feel its powers in the air as it shatters, Eridor said as he laid low on the ground his wings tucked against his body to keep it from unfurling. If it did, the torrents of air were strong enough to toss him about in the sky. A hundred yards away, the conflict between the Varden and Galbatorix's soldiers continued. It would be a miracle if they didn't catch what was happening with Eragon. It would be detrimental to the Varden's campaign.
The wind became stronger, howling into the sky as if bursting from a confined space. Lashes upon lashes swept over them, blowing dirt into the air, and keeping them from Eragon. There was nothing she could do to help him for every time she made to rise to her feet, the strength of the wind was too great for her to overcome. The feeling of helplessness washed over her and she felt angered at the situation and at herself. For rarely in her life was she ever helpless. The remainder of the seal spun through the air, until it too shattered into oblivion.
A shriek erupted so loud and monstrous that it made her wince; her ears were too sensitive against such a loud noise. The shriek was inhuman, the voice was raw and it screeched with a desire for the freedom to kill. It made her shiver slightly as a chill ran through her body at its sound. Then Saphira's own roar was added to the mix, a lament.
He's gone, I don't feel him anymore! She roared within their minds. Her grief was so great that Arya felt like it could move a mountain. Eragon! A keening went up into the air as the storm of winds died down fading away.
Eridor, comfort Saphira, Arya hadn't needed to tell her dragon to do so for he was already trying to comfort his mate and lower her distress with reassuring words. Make sure she doesn't interfere she might get seriously injured. Moving to her feet, Arya turned towards where Eragon stood, his face lowered to the ground. She felt her heart give a hard beat, for some reason it didn't feel like she was staring at Eragon.
Murtagh was the first to speak, "Eragon, brother?"
It was quiet at first that Arya couldn't hear it but she saw his shoulders shake. Was he laughing? The answer to her question presented itself when his laughter floated over to them, reaching her ears causing alarm to surface within her. It was not Eragon's laugh; though she rarely heard it she could always place it. This was a laugh that belonged to a demon.
Lifting his head, Arya froze when she caught sight of mismatched eyes. Piercing sapphire and deep violet peered out at them instead of soft brown. A lazy smile was stretched on his face showing strong, sharp teeth. "Brother?" His voice was demonic and held a sound of madness as he stared at them. "I've forgotten the humor that you humans possess." His smile widened. "What a warm welcoming party that you've set out for me, I must say it's a wonder to be free of his mind."
"What did you do to my brother?" Murtagh asked raising Zar'roc slightly.
"Me? I didn't do a thing to him," his smile became twisted as a laugh escaped him, shaking his body in an uncontrollable fit. A few seconds passed before he quieted, staring at them. "Eragon was weak."
"He wasn't," Arya denied. Blue and violet eyes latched onto her and she fought the strong urge to look away. The spirit lifted one of Eragon's hands to comb through his hair as if preparing himself to meet a superior.
"You're more beautiful when I see you with my own eyes, Arya Drottningu. The pleasure is mine, do call me Asura," he bowed slightly, his voice not hiding the mockery that he spoke with. Her eyes narrowed but she forced her hand to remain still, if they moved against Eragon than they could accidentally kill him. With his body held hostage by the spirit, they were helpless.
"What did you do to him?" Arya repeated Murtagh's question, her voice deadly quiet.
"Like I said earlier, I did nothing to him. He was weak," Asura said. "Not physically but mentally. He used my power when he knew that his soul could not bear the presence of my own spirit. The punishment for using my magic was that the seal holding my soul was broken and my madness and bloodlust began to slip into his consciousness. It was a little at first but with all of the bloodlust and pain that had surrounded him, it sped up the process. Eragon was too weak to resist it, his soul was too weak. He lacked the mindset to fend me off. He was a weak person."
"No! Eragon's stronger than that," Murtagh protested viciously.
"Oh? His own heart harbored darkness," Asura said with a twirl of his hands in such an odd gesture as if he were to dance. "His fears grew ready to consume his mind. Fear had propelled him to such great lengths. And his own tortures, the killing, the dying, all brought forth a pillar of darkness within his heart. Within time, it grew. Seeing new sights, meeting new people had increased his darkness and his fears. It was enough to eat him alive from the inside."
Arya frowned; she could never imagine Eragon fearful of anything. She never saw that as a possible feeling for him. He was too strong, too confident with his abilities to be afraid. But when she thought back about his actions, she could see it in his eyes the hesitation that lurked beneath the surface. "It was amusing to say in the least when I think of his fears. His fear of seeing his father, his fear of his acceptance. He was afraid of disappointment, always trying to be the best, always trying to meet the expectations of others. But what he feared most was the love of another."
It was like everything about her had slowed to a halt and her ears were unable to hear correctly. Her heart which was already beating rapidly in her chest wanted to give out at Asura's admission. "Does that shock you into silence, Arya?" He grinned. "Eragon was afraid of becoming close to one and losing them. He was afraid of the chances love would give him, afraid of the new doors that would be opened to him. He worried constantly you see, he didn't want to burden the ones that he cared for. So he lied and deceived them, he went about their backs to keep them in utter darkness. He was not a great person as you think he is, but a coward."
Her shock abating, she felt anger overwhelm her. It tore through her veins with such speed that she wanted to lash out. "You're wrong," Arya argued, her eyes narrowed, Tamerlein shook slightly in her grip. Taking a deep breath, she still her hands and continued her voice still strong as she faced Asura. The spirit that controlled Eragon's body gazed at her in amusement as if she had said something particularly funny. "Eragon was afraid but he wasn't a coward. He was learning to live for himself and no other, to live without reason. For his entire life he lived for reasons, for ideals. He was not—is not a coward."
Asura sighed as he balanced on the balls of his feet, "My, such delusion especially coming from one as wise as you, Arya."
"She's not wrong," Murtagh said. "My brother is not a coward. He's the bravest person I know."
"Tut, tut, tut," he clicked his tongue with distaste. "It seems as if you're all plagued with blindness. Then let me open your eyes so you all can face reality." Raising Eragon's blade high above his head he began to murmur words that were alien to Arya. They weren't of the ancient language but of the language of spirits.
"Ready yourselves," Arya murmured as she took a defensive stance, trying to gauge an opening. As soon as her mind tried to locate a point in which to kill Asura, she gritted her teeth. She couldn't, it was Eragon's body. A violet tongue of light came forth appearing from nothingness, wrapping itself about Eragon's blade turning it a crude amethyst. The best she could do was to knock him unconscious.
Asura smiled at them then the next second he was gone. She blinked turning to see Murtagh thrown violently off his feet with a kick to the gut. Her eyes widened as she brought up Tamerlein to deflect a blow to her midsection. He was fast! Retreating, her eyes scanned back and forth for him. He was moving with the speed that was bestowed upon Eragon and he fought with the same strength. But it was also combined with whatever powers that he as a spirit possessed. She felt his presence behind her and hurriedly moved to the side to avoid the confines of his arms.
Blodhgarm and the other elves were torn between protecting Murtagh who was on all fours, covered in dirt from his fall, coughing and spitting blood and assisting her. Catching his eye, she shook her head. She would be the one to rid Eragon of Asura. "This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be!" he gave a laugh as he swung down on her, his blade slashing through midair as she fell to the side to dodge his blade.
Unable to stop his momentum, the blade slammed into the ground. His strength was grand for as the blade made contact with the ground, cracks erupted traveling twenty feet in every direction as if the ground was being uprooted. As he went to draw himself up, Arya brought Tamerlein forth mindless of the fact that it was Eragon's body she was attacking for alarm and instinct drove her into action. Before she could stop herself, her blade was protruding from Eragon's right shoulder, the tip breaking through the other side.
Instantly worry overwhelmed her. Eragon! A hand came out to wrap around her throat. Unable to pull Tamerlein from Eragon from fear of causing him an immense blood loss, she gasped as she was lifted off of her feet and staring directly into Asura's mismatched eyes. His lips were pulled down in a frown as he regarded her. His free hand reached up to grip the emerald blade of Tamerlein before pulling it out and tossing it to the ground. "How distasteful…"
Immediately, blood began to pour forward from the wound. Staining the tunic that Eragon had worn earlier that day. Never before had she felt such a distress as she stared at Asura—at Eragon. There was a roar to the side and she saw the dragons start forward, the sapphire dragon finally calm enough to grasp the situation. Lifting his hand to the dragons, Asura shouted in his alien language. Whatever he did was effective for the three of them dropped to the ground.
Eridor! He didn't respond. "I would worry more about yourself than your dragons." Asura warned, his blue and purple eyes glittering. When the elves and Murtagh made to intervene, he lifted his hand again and with another shout the ground began to shift underneath their feet. Taking in a strained breath, she watched as the dirt began to reach up like claws before clamping around her companions' wrists and ankles pulling them down against the ground to hold them there.
Despite their attempts to free themselves with the use of spells, it was ineffective against the dirt. "You can't use magic against this land, surely you understand being devoted to nature as you are," Asura said with a laugh again. "Alagaesia is far older than the ancient language and as such not even one as powerful as Galbatorix can hope to compete with its might."
His grip on her throat tightened but not enough to become threatening but it made breathing difficult. Reaching up with her right hand, she gripped his wrist. Asura leaned close to her until she could feel his breath on her skin. His scent, Arya noticed had changed. It wasn't the scent that belonged to Eragon, the smell of fresh air and a musky odor, but a scent of blood and something she couldn't identify.
"Such a beautiful woman, you are," She felt herself stiffen when the tip of his nose glided over her skin. Revulsion filled her thoughts. Her fingers tightened on his wrist ready to break the bone. As she moved to do so, the thought of putting Eragon in pain made her cautious. She hated to see him in pain, mentally or physically. He lifted his head to stare at her again. "It's such a shame that Eragon won't be able to be with you anymore."
Her eyes hardened as she stared at Asura in the eye, unwavering. Finding her determination, she said in a scathing and raspy voice, "Don't let him win, Eragon." He was still there, she was sure of it. Far off, the battle began to die down between the Varden and the Empire's soldiers. Then it increased in turmoil once more. "You're stronger than that. I know you are."
She saw a flash of recognition in his eyes before it was gone. It had worked, if only slightly. Asura raised her higher, bearing his sharp teeth in a demented smile. "It's hopeless to call out to him. His soul has been consumed by mine. He can't hear you." His smile widened. "I guess you'll just have your reunion in the afterlife!"
Before he could make do on his words an arrow engulfed in golden flames whizzed through the air towards them before piercing Asura in the forearm in which he held her. He didn't drop her like she expected but turned to face the new threat. She turned with him, as the golden fire faded away. Standing thirty yards away was Eragon's servants. They were smeared in dirt and blood but otherwise seemed unhurt. To her surprise, a determined but pain expression was set on their face as they gazed at their lord's body. Their weapons were drawn and ready. From what she could tell it was Bard who had loosed the arrow, in his hands he carried a low bow which was devoid of an arrow. What were they planning?
Asura gazed at them for a moment before a laugh tore through him. He dropped her to the ground where she fell clutching at her throat to ease the pain of his grip. Her guard down, she was too slow to evade the grips of the brick like dirt that formed chains about her waist, ankles, and wrists. Pulling against it, she felt dismay overwhelm her. She was trapped. Standing above her with his attention focused on the four servants, Asura continued to laugh. Hearing the sound of his laugh made her want to strike him. "I see you've actually decided to challenge me. What foolishness is this?" He laughed again.
"It's our promise to him," Bard said, and for the first time she heard the steel in his voice that portrayed a leader.
"Let go of this foolishness Bard, Desdemona, Rosalie, Finny. If you do, you can serve me instead. It would be a pity to waste away with such useful tools," Asura said as he pulled the arrow from Eragon's body. He held out his hand to them. "Join me."
Rosalie was the first to answer, "Never, our loyalty remains with lord Eragon and none else."
Asura shook his head as he raised his hand as if to throw something, but instead he began whispering and she watched as the same violet magic began to weave about him as if to protect him. Wards. After he was done he turned to them, "It's a shame that I'll have to kill you then. Such talented servants and yet here you are trying to fulfill your lord's last wish. Tell me how will you do so?"
Wish? She stared at them waiting for an answer to her question. What was Eragon's last wish? Asura's question seemed to cause them to hesitate which made him laugh again, "Your hesitation means everything. You can't kill him, can you?" Her eyes shot back to Asura and she could feel Murtagh and the others do the same. Was his wish to have them kill him? It made sense, all of the looks she caught him giving his family, Saphira, and her. All of the time he set aside to spend with them. He knew that it would come to this. Anger and pain welled up within her. He had gone behind her back to request such a foolish wish. Eragon…did you believe in your future at all? Did you believe in becoming better?
No, she wouldn't shed tears. Not now. Not when there was a battle to be fought. "Your lord you love so much, you can bear the thought of stick a sword through his heart or an arrow to his throat. Weak! You're all weak!"
"Shut up!" Bard yelled as he strung another arrow.
"We're going to fulfill the wish to lord Eragon for we promised him!" and with that Finny bounded forward. Unable to help, Arya watched the four of them—no three of them for Bard remained behind them—to spring into action.
With his supernatural strength, Finny seemed to have caught Asura off guard for he rammed him hard in the gut. He went skidding backwards fifteen yards, Rosalie and Desdemona chasing him moving in towards his openings. She had seen this strategy before, when they trained with Eragon and she had thought nothing more of it. It never occurred to her that he was training them up to eventually kill him. Another pang of hurt ripped at her heart as she gazed at them fighting the person that they'd followed so diligently. It was heart wrenching to watch but she could never imagine herself striking down Eragon. It was just too much…
She closed her eyes, as a memory surfaced before her.
He was fast and strong, Arya thought as she watched Eragon easily weave between his servants as they fought to make it pass his guard. He turned to ward of the imminent attack that Rosalie posed to his head. It was a mistake for she merely feinted for him to turn his back as Finny rushed up to knock him roughly into the ground. The sound of it didn't sound light to her. Dirt billowed upwards as his body fell and a groan escaped him.
Seeing enough, she moved forwards from where she stood to the side watching. Earlier that morning she and Nasuada were conversing with King Orrin in a council and when she was done she'd decided to find Eragon to spend time with him. When she reached him, she squatted, hovering over him, "Have you've been beaten enough to rest, Eragon?"
He gazed up at her dazed. Finny must have really hit him. Reaching out with a hand, she began to stroke the side of his face, drawing him from his dazed state. "My body feels like a dragon has stomped on me," he said after moment with a slight smile.
She snorted, wiping away a spot of dirt on his face, "Well, seeing as Finny is unnaturally strong even on elven terms, I would somewhat agree with that statement." She poked him lightly in the chest. "Will you get up now?"
"Just give me a moment, I'm still a little winded," he turned his neck to the side lightly, groaning when his muscles cramped. Arya stared at him, amused. Then after a moment of watching his uncomfortable expression did she take pity on him. With her right hand she began to rub his neck, relaxing his muscle. His eyes closed in relief.
"Better?" Arya asked.
He nodded his eyes opening to stare at her again. "Much better, you have to teach me how to do that next time," Eragon said seriously as he moved into a sitting position his hand messaging his chest lightly.
"If you wish to learn," her expression turned serious. "Is this necessary Eragon? The only goal you seem intent on is to batter your body."
He pondered her question for a moment; there was a flash of emotion in his eyes before he nodded, "I just wish to get better." He was already the best there was. To hear it from him made her raise a brow in curiosity. He saw her expression and smiled. "It is a trait that elves value, don't they? To hone their skills to the highest possible level?"
"It is," she agreed, brushing his brown curls from his eyes. She bent forward to kiss him slightly seeing the look in his eyes. When she pulled away, Eragon's smile had widened but it wasn't the true smile she longed to see from him.
A loud yell brought her back to reality; Finny was thrown off of his feet and went skidding in the dirt to a stop before her, his face distorted in pain. She wanted to help, but the chains about her refused to let her up. If only she could reach Tamerlein. She glanced back at Rosalie and Desdemona. The two were moving slower than before, haltering every once and while from their injuries. Desdemona's left leg was covered in blood while Rosalie shoulder was also drenched in her blood. Though they were covered in the red liquid, she couldn't find a wound on them. It must be Bard's doing. Crawling to his feet, Finny ran to join the fray.
But it was useless for the wards that Asura had placed about himself had deflected every blow that Rosalie and Desdemona sought to inflict upon him with their swords. Finny was the only one who seemed to be able to actually harm him. But he never received the chance due to in part, the amethyst blade that he wielded.
They were tiring; Arya could see it for they had assisted King Orrin in dispatching the soldiers Galbatorix had sent and from what she could see the battle was diminishing in favor of the Varden. In time, the men would see what was happening to Eragon and would grow demoralized. They had to see to it that Asura was stopped before they could realize anything else. But how were they to stop Asura? Nothing seemed to work and he was too strong and swift for the servants to match.
Her eyes followed Eragon's form as Asura danced about the three of his attackers. He had said that Eragon's soul was consumed by his. But she wouldn't believe it. Eragon was stronger than that. He was more confident and never surrendering. She had to reach out for him. If her voice could reach him, even for just a moment it would be enough.
"Eragon!" Arya called within the ancient language willing herself to be heard. "You have to fight it Eragon! You've told me that one day you would find it within yourself to live. But to do so you can't let Asura defeat you. You have to wake up!"
"He can't hear you!" Asura said as he threw off Desdemona.
She ignored him, continuing to speak to Eragon as if he stood before her. "We still have to march to Uru'baen. We still have to defeat Galbatorix. Your wish is to have revenge against him, is it not? Eragon you must focus and reclaim what was yours!"
She saw it then, she saw the hesitation in Asura's movements, the stiffness of his body. It lasted for a few moments but it was enough to tell her that Eragon heard; that her voice had reached him wherever he was. Regaining control of his body, Asura growled seemingly cautious of her now. "Quiet elf!"
His warning fell deaf on her ears, "Return to us, Eragon. Your mother is waiting for you. Brom, Murtagh, Saphira, and all who care about you are waiting for you." Her voice grew stronger as she spoke, "I am waiting for you."
Throwing Rosalie backwards, she could see the inner struggle between the two. Asura was no longer jesting but had grown serious as Eragon fought to regain control of his body. His eyes, she saw was now brown and violet. A warmth against her side drew her attention away, the mirror she had slipped into her belt was glowing lightly.
Bard's shout caught her attention, "My lord!"
"No," when he spoke she heard Eragon's voice as well as Asura's voice. Each fighting to be heard over the other, but it was Eragon who won the battle. If only momentarily."The four of you—have to—do it now!" His body shook with effort. "Don't falter!"
Bard nodded, turning his head to Rosalie. "Now Rosalie, this is our only chance!"
The redheaded woman stood, retrieving Zar'roc from where it laid on the ground, holding it out towards Eragon. Her face was set and determined. She raised her hand and threw Zar'roc at Eragon as he stood slightly hunched. She heard shouts of dismay, her own and Murtagh's mixed within the mix. The red blade sliced through the air and tore through the wards the Asura had set about himself. A loud squelch met her ears as Zar'roc dug itself into Eragon's chest. Everything was silent. There was no sound, no motion. It was as if the Earth had stopped spinning and the world had fallen to stillness.
Clutching at the pommel of Zar'roc, an unearthly roar tore from Eragon's mouth, the earth shaking below them with such a tremendous power it was unnatural. Gusts of winds whirled about them. After a moment, everything fell silent again.
Her emerald eyes stayed glued on Eragon watching as he coughed, blood spewing from his mouth coating the ground red. The wound that Zar'roc inflicted on him was bleeding profusely. He swayed for a moment before falling backwards onto the ground where he remained motionless.
Unable to stop the fear, agony, and grief that welled up within her, Arya cried, "Eragon!"
Silence met her cry.
is going to happen to Eragon? Too bad because I shall not give you the answers you desire. You're just going to have to wait until I upload the next two maybe three chapters to find out what is wrong with him. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it and do review!