Eragon and Saphira
Will the elf warriors arrive soon? Eragon asked Saphira as they soared through the clouds. Eragon, will you stop asking me that?! Saphira snapped exasperated, how am I supposed to know any better than you?
Sorry but this seems such a big thing we can't afford to make a mess of it. I was just trying to show I appreciate your thoughts. Plus I know how clever you are. He soothed, still slightly hurt. I know Eragon, I guess I'm just nervous to. She replied.
I'm not nervous! Eragon yelped, then quickly countered yes, yes I am! Sorry! As Saphira twisted threateningly in the air. Sometimes Eragon you have no idea how annoying you really are. One day something is going to show you just how much, someone much bigger and stronger than you.
You mean like Galbatorix? Eragon asked, without meaning to. There was a long and uncomfortable silence. Eragon, Saphira began, we need to talk...
Yes I know, Eragon interrupted, but now we've got more pressing things to be doing.
You are right but...we will speak about it later. Things have been disrupted lately and we need to sort it out.
We will, but not now. He answered firmly.
They carefully scanned the area, hoping for some sign the elf was there. Looking across the vast green plains they were sure they would never find her until, suddenly a harsh crash of falling tress reached their ears. 'Over there' Eragon cried out loud, pointing to a place not far on their right. Saphira had already turned and soon they were skimming the trees in pursuit of the elf and her pursers. Nearer and nearer they flew quickly closing in on the destructive sounds, as nothing is faster than speeding dragon. As the trees parted underneath Eragon and Saphira the drama unfolded. They heard a cry of 'skolir' as the fleeing figure shielded from another furious bout of fire. The spell did kind of work, yet she was left coughing from lack of air. She was still running as the seven cloaked figures came into view, they weren't far behind. We can't wait for the other elves! She'll be fried by then, literally. Eragon cried, pulling out zar'roc and feeling much more comfortable with his trusty sword out and ready. It doesn't matter; they're here already. Saphira said indicating with one of her giant claws to the rushing elves, who quickly leapt towards the cloaked figures and into the fray.
Eragon flew down upon Saphira, rushing at the enemy to distract them and give the elves an advantage. The elves looked up and the leader cried out 'open your ears', the code words for let me use mind communication. Eragon reached out and entered the elves mind, saying what is it you wish to tell me?
Pick up the elf, these things are incredibly strong and we won't be able to hold them for long. After that just go.
But...!
Just do it! The elf is the priority here, rider! Judging by how hard these fiends are fighting I sense they think so to!
Surely I can pick some of you up to?
It would slow down your flight and we have no idea what these things are capable of. We've already wasted precious seconds, rider, go!
It's Eragon he said softly.
It makes no difference Eragon, you still must go. We have sworn ourselves to the Queen of the elves and we must do everything that is asked of us by her. We knew what we were getting into Eragon, we embrace this honourable end. Go now rider. Fly swift and strong. Underneath Eragon Saphira shifted and turned towards the fleeing elf. They balked and landed quickly just in front of her and she braked to a stop and wheeled around running in the direction of another path of trees. Damn, thought Eragon of course she won't know we're on her side what an idiot I am.
I won't comment on that Saphira sniffed, but only because we have more pressing things to be dealing with.
They turned towards the elf and Eragon cried out 'Eka ai fricai un Shur'tugal!' Enhancing his emotions so they mingled with the call. She stopped and turned slightly her eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'We don't have time to explain but you must come with us. We'll take you to the elves where you'll be safe!'
'How can I know to trust you?' She called out, her vibrant voice catching Eragon by surprise.
'You cannot,' he stated gravely, you'll just have to trust your instinct.' How could he have known right at that second she had a gut feeling to follow them, she wondered. Perhaps they had used magic, well she could do that to she thought proudly. A cold breeze wrapped itself around Eragon and Saphira and the sounds of the battling elves could no longer be heard. What's going on? He groggily asked Saphira.
I don't know but the magic's coming from her. As soon as she said that a thousand voices filled their ears, whispering things that sounded somehow far and out of their reach. 'What…?' Eragon whispered, but suddenly the sounds disappeared and the crashes of the fighting replaced them. He looked up to see the golden elf running towards them and he prepared himself for take-off, while also sneakily wrapping some shields around him and Saphira, just in case.
A grey figure removed it self and started running, no gliding, gliding towards the elf. 'Run' he cried, 'hurry!' She speeded up but still the figure was gaining on her and she was to far from Eragon and Saphira to make it. 'Brazul!' Eragon cursed and Saphira lumbered swiftly forwards towards the oncoming elf. Eragon began firing spells at the figure but to no apparent affect while Saphira gained momentum on the ground. The elf was nearing them now and Eragon was startled to see her features, she had high angled cheekbones like the other elves but a tanned face with sea green eyes and red rose lips. And her hair, long luxurious blonde hair! Well, she was a beautiful elf to say the least and yet impossibly different from the elves he knew. He didn't have time to dwell on it though as the figure fired a spell and it hit the elf square in the back. She fell for what seemed forever, her soft face mirrored the surprise on his and her long blond hair flew behind her in a grim dance. The grey figure raised his hand once more as suddenly the warrior elves leapt out from behind Eragon, but they were too far away. 'No!' Eragon cried watching as a evil red bolt flew out of the figures hand….