So the next one is up again i just felt like doing it so yes here it is. Oh and i edited it so im not sure if there will be errors or no

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: HEALING THE WOUNDED

Pain filled her like she was being shocked and then it was gone as fast as it had come. She found it hard to breathe as she opened her eyes to see a pale color of clothe. She tried to move but found it difficult, something was wrapped around her and she thought she heard someone crying. She got her hands free and pushed her self away from the sight that filled her vision to find Eragon, face red and tears on his cheeks. When he saw her, his expression was that of shock, disbelief, and utter joy.

"What's wrong?" she asked worried as she sat up in a more comfortable position.

"You...you were dead," he said his voice filled with some unknown emotion in it.

"No I wasn't," she said.

"But you weren't breathing moving or anything so you had to be dead."

"I was never dead, my spirit left me for a short while but I never died," she said realizing what had happened after Durza had been shot.

"But how? Why?"

"How? Well that's a question I can only guess the answer. How? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Well probably because at the time he was controlling me. I'm not sure. Why well because the night before I turned sixteen he bonded himself to me," she said remembering that fateful night.

"Why did he do that?"

"Well what he told me, which I don't believe, is that I'm the bargaining chip in a deal he made with my father. And since I'm his "possession" he cut his hand and mine and part of him is in me, result of me having a red eye, and I into him, resulting him able to know where I am at all times."

Eragon was speechless but she could tell he was boiling mad.

"Where's Vrael and Saphira?" she asked looking around.

"Over there," was his short reply.

Essora looked at her surroundings.

She saw that they were in a clearing at a base of a hill. There was Snowfire and a horse she didn't recognize, Murtagh was standing beside it.

Murtagh glanced at her as he looked up from the saddlebag.

"So you are alive... I was beginning to worry that your dragon was going to eat me if I let anything happen to you." he paused as he came closer and inspected her face. "You have a scare also," he said under his breath referring to her eye.

"Murtagh I need you to hold Saphira's wing down while I pull this arrow out." Called Eragon.

Essora watched slightly dazed still as Eragon pulled an arrow from the blue dragons wing. Her gaze then shifted to Vrael who had come up beside her and nudged her.

Their still bothering you aren't they? He asked.

Yes very much indeed. She said as she stood up and began to inspect his wings. There weren't any arrows lodged in his but he had plenty of holes. When she looked up Eragon was beside her.

"Eragon I cannot heal him, they are sapping my energy and even doing that simple act I would go back into unconsciousness. The only way I'd be able to help you is if there was a way for me to gain some more energy that was not being sapped." Essora said apologetically.

"Vrael will help and so will I...do you remember the words?"

She looked at him irritated. "Yes." She closed her eyes and put her hand over one of the holes she could feel Vrael's energy course through her, invigorating her. But she had to use it to help him so she did. As she healed Vrael she could sense Eragon beside her aiding her in the tedious work as they made slow progress. After they finished one wing they moved to the next.

After they finished she slumped against Vrael feeling drained since Vrael was no longer supplying her with energy. After a while Saphira flew up into the air and disappeared.

Will you be all right? Vrael asked looking at her.

Yes I think that if I flew I would probably fall off at the moment so go and be safe.

You too. And then Vrael followed Saphira into the night sky.

After Vrael left she was aware that Eragon and Murtagh were discussing whom she would ride with. From the sound of it Murtagh seemed uncomfortable with the idea of a girl her hardly knew sitting so close to him. And Eragon was trying to assure him she wouldn't bite. After the discussion came to an end Eragon made his way to Snowfire and Murtagh stood there out of place. After a while he got the gray horse and come over to her.

"Looks like you're riding with me and Tornac, he said patting the bays neck.

He helped her up onto the horses back then got up himself, having to wrap his arms around her to reach the reins. It wasn't as bad as he had thought, and he could tell it didn't bother her. It was probably the best thing she had contact with since she had been taken captive by the Shade. Who knows what she went through.

He spurred Tornac into a gallop and left the clearing. When Tornac took off she had pressed her back against him, she had sat forward but he pressed forward into her so that Tornac could go faster. Essora sat there pressed between the horse and Murtagh, she didn't mind it much, she just wished it was Eragon though.

They traveled into the night, not stopping even when their lack of strength slowed them. Their one thought was to get as far away from Gil'ead as possible and out distance the horsemen that were sure to be following them. They pressed on despite burning eyes and clumsy movements.

Finally as Essora was trying to not fall off the sky began to brighten with dawn. By some unspoken consent between the two men they stopped, partly because Essora wasn't looking to well and that they were tired.

"We have to make camp," she heard Eragon say wearily. "I must sleep- whether they catch us or not, and Essora looks no better for wear either."

"Agreed," Murtagh said rubbing his eyes. "Have Saphira and Vrael land and we'll meet them."

Essora looked wearily around her as the followed Saphira's directions. When they found the dragons they were drinking from a stream at the base of a small cliff, the elf was slouched on Saphira's back in a most uncomfortable position. Saphira greeted them with a soft bugle which Vrael soon followed suite.

You don't look too well. Vrael said as Murtagh helped her off Tornac.

She stumbled and fell forward into his chest. She blushed but he didn't seem to mind and helped her over to the stream.

Thanks. She said dryly.

Vrael laughed, causing Eragon to look up from the elf, which he had gotten off of Saphira's back. After she had drank she felt better, she then splashed the water onto her face and arms, making the sleeves of her dress get soaked. When she looked up Murtagh was watching her, when he realized she was looking at him he diverted his gaze and sat down next Eragon against a rock. Essora walked over to Vrael and leaned against his stomach.

Go to sleep youngling I will watch over you and wake you if there is need. Vrael said.

Very well. She laid down next to him and laid there with her eyes partly closed. She listened to the two guys talk about the elf, and about Urgals. The last thing she remembered was Murtagh watching her as she fell asleep.

Wake up Essora! Came Vrael urgent voice.

Essora sat up quickly, regretting it when her head spun. What?

Eragon needs you help healing the elf.

Oh okay will you help me?

Of course.

She located Eragon and the elf. Murtagh was also over with them along with Saphira. She walked over to Eragon and got down beside him. She stopped, the elf was covered with cuts and bruises, some were healed while others weren't, these ones were oozing.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked.

Eragon looked at her. "I need you to help me heal her."

"Okay, lets do this."

They began to work on healing the elf, doing their best. And when it came to preserving the elf's modesty Eragon and Murtagh left. She stopped once in a while to eat, every time Murtagh was awake while Eragon slept. As dawn broke she finished the last of the wounds. She had been aided by both dragons and felt completely washed as they receded.

When she finished Eragon awoke. "Will she live?"

"I'm not sure but there's a better chance for her than there was." She stumbled as she made her way over to them. Murtagh moved faster than Eragon and helped her up steadying her. Eragon looked troubled at Murtaghs eagerness to help her.

He wasn't quite ready to hand over the responsibility of Essora over to another guy when he had been her friend for years. He noticed that Essora smiled at him as he insisted on her getting some rest, but she persisted.

"But we must ride or they will catch us and then this would have all been in vain."

Murtagh reluctantly gave in but said that she would sleep as he rode behind her. It greatly surprised Eragon that he didn't get a chance to volunteer as he strapped the elf to Saphira. After that was done Saphira and Vrael leaped into the sky.

Essora leaned against Tornac's neck smelling the familiar sent of horses and think about how nice Murtagh was being. Ever since they had last spoken in Gil'ead Eragon had hardly said a word to her, it seemed he was ignoring her and it hurt. The last thing she was aware of was feeling Murtagh's arms around her as he led Tornac.