((OOC: I didn't realise that I uploaded the preceding bits already, so here ya go!))

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It was dark when Arya awoke again, disorientated for a moment before realizing that she was in a cell somewhere in the empire. She was not all that worried yet, to say the least. At least she was alive, which spoke off Durza's reluctance to kill her immediately. Perhaps she was needed for some information of sorts, Arya did not know. That thought brought on thoughts of the egg. Where is it now? She thought worriedly, panicking at the thought of it landing in Durza's hand. Even when she sent it away from her, Arya had hoped that it would be somewhere safe. For the sake of the Varden, if nothing else.

Looking around her, she realized that it was going to be hard living the next few weeks. She knew that Durza would try, at all costs, to get the truth out of her. Then and there, she vowed, to never let the truth come out. The lives of Eragon, her family, the Varden, depended on this, and she never want to fail again.