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Ch.11 Chapter10

When Eragon got up in the morning he felt well rested. He got up and put on a fresh tunic and leggings. Next, he went over to the mirror and shaved with magic. He had long since given up on trying to do it manually.

When he was ready, he collected the mirror and laid it on the floor in front of him. He made a picture of the blond rider in his head.

"Draum-"

"I think you should wait," said Saphira popping into his head. "Arya doesn't like being left out of things of importance."

Eragon smiled guiltily. "Oops. I forgot. I'll go see if she is up. She is not a good person to make angry."

Saphira let out a deep growl that was easily identified as a laugh as Eragon left the room.

Knock, knock.

"Arya."

Knock, knock.

"Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I will be out in a minute," she said in an exasperated tone.

A few minutes later, Arya left the room. "What took you so long?" Eragon asked playfully. He still hurt from her rejection, but he was glad they could be friends. That it was no longer awkward.

Arya punched him in the shoulder. "I didn't take that long."

"Yes, you did. You said you would be a minute, and you took at least 3 or 4 minutes. And that hurt by the way," Eragon said, rubbing his shoulder.

Arya laughed. The laugh that always entranced him. "You deserved it. You are so impatient."

Eragon shook his head. "Are you ready to scry these riders?"

Arya's eyes lit up at the idea. "Of course," She said, trying not to sound to enthusiastic, but as it was, her eyes gave her away.

"Come on then, Saphira's waiting," Eragon said, already at the door. Arya followed him in.

"What took you so long?" Saphira asked looking at the two.

"She took ages to get ready," Eragon said projecting his thoughts to Arya as well, as Saphira had. "Orik was right, you can never rush an elf." Eragon ducked to avoid Arya's well aimed punch.

Saphira rolled her eyes. "When you two are done fooling around, can we scry the riders?"

Eragon and Arya looked at Saphira sheepishly before becoming serious.

They sat by the mirror and focused on it intently.

"Draumr kpóa." Eragon whispered, focusing on the blond boy from his dreams. The mirror shimmered before turning grey, just as it had when Eragon had tried to scry Murtagh.

"This is not good," Arya whispered.

Eragon groaned. "You know what this means don't you?" Arya nodded. "Galbatorix now has 3 riders on his side. He has found him. And now whether he is serving Galbatorix willingly or not, it doesn't matter. We are now up against 3 riders."

"Maybe he is powerful and created the shield himself." Arya said lamely. She was worried. Very worried. Though her face was composed, it was evident in her eyes, to those who knew her well.

Eragon shook his had slowly. "I doubt it. From what I could tell, the blond rider had sided with Galbatorix. Whether we want it or not, Galbatorix has 2 riders working for him. He is planning to rebuild the forsworn."

"You're right," she sighed, defeated. "Try the girl. It is important that we find her before Galbatorix has the chance to."

Eragon focussed on what he had seen of the girl, and spoke the words of the ancient language. Eragon held his breath as the picture shimmered. Hoping that it would work. But unfortunately Eragon was just met with grey. Eragon cursed under his breath. He looked up at Arya's face. He realised that she was not concentrating on the mirror. Before he could ask what had happened, she spoke.

"Someone just tried to scry me." As she spoke, her voice was shaky. Eragon grew worried at her words, but more by the sound of her voice. Arya had always been composed. Always kept her emotions in check. But now she was terrified. Her voice was shaky, there was fear in her eyes, and if it was possible, her porcelain skin had paled considerably.

"Who could it have been?" Eragon asked. Who would have scried her?

"I don't know. But whoever it was, they were strong. I was lucky they weren't very persistent.

"I'm glad. But now we have another problem on our list. We need to get to Ellesmèra soon. I have to talk to Oromis. Right now we have two new dragon riders in Alagaësia. One under the power of a psychotic king. And one that is probably running around on her own. She could be anywhere," Eragon said frustrated. "And we have some one that wants to find you."

"Eragon, we have to leave for Ellesmèra strait away. Oromis is the only one who can help us."

"We are going to have to take more precautions when we travel." Saphira added. Eragon sensed that her mind was on other matters.

"What is it?" Eragon asked her.

"Nothing for you to worry about." Saphira answered and proceeded to block him out of her head.

Eragon frowned. But other than that, he ignored his dragon's behaviour. She was deep in thought and if she didn't want to tell him what she was thinking then there was no way he would be able to find out.

"We need to find Orik," Eragon said, allowing the worry to leave his mind. "We have to leave as soon as we can. The sooner we get to Oromis, the sooner we can find the raven-haired rider. I also need to finish my training. We have no idea when the next battle will come to pass. If I have to fight Murtagh again, I want to be ready."

"You're right," Arya said, regaining her composure and reverting back to her usual self. "I doubt we will have trouble leaving. The dwarves will be anxious to get us away so they can choose their new king."

"There is one thing we need to do before we can find Orik."

"What?" Arya asked questioningly.

"Eat breakfast," Arya looked at him and shook her head, realising that he was serious. "What? I'm starving."

"Men," Arya said continuing to shake her head. "Always thinking about their stomachs."

"Excuse me," Eragon said with feigned shock. "Who was the one complaining about the soup taking too long the other day?"

"I was not complaining. I was simply curious as to how long it would take."

"Whatever you say," Eragon quickly ducked to avoid the well aimed punch flying at his face.

"Does Saphira fit in the kitchen?" Arya asked, changing the subject.

"Yes I do."

"Only when there is no alcohol," Eragon ducked behind Arya as Saphira's tail whizzed past his head. "What was that for?" Eragon asked grinning.

Saphira ignored him and began to lick her claws.

"We'll meet you in the kitchen," Eragon turned and walked out of the room, closely followed by Arya.

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"That was good food," Eragon said with a smile as they left the kitchen.

"I have to agree," Arya replied with a small laugh.

"Hardly," Saphira complained. "They didn't give me very much."

"That is because you eat too much," Eragon coughed as Saphira blew smoke into his face.

"I hate to break this up. But we need to find Orik so we can leave."

"Yes, Arya svit-kona," Eragon said performing a poor interpretation of a bow.

Arya ignored his comment and continued as if he had not spoken. "Do you know where we can find Orik?"

"Yes. Just wait a few seconds," Eragon opened up his mind to every dwarf in Farthen dur. He quickly sifted through the consciousnesses until he found Orik's familiar mind. "He is in the library."

"Did you just touch the minds of every dwarf in Farthen Dûr?" she asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. "You know there could have been a more polite way than sifting through everyone's mind. If I had wanted to find him like that I would have done it myself. It is an intrusion on the dwarf's privacy."

Eragon just smiled and Arya rolled her eyes, and they turned to walk in the direction of the library.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I need your opinions my loyal readers. Should I go over my first few chapters and fix them or leave them as they are. Now just click the little purple button in the corner and tell me what you think. -

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