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"What is it?"

"I don't know, but she says that something strange has happened. She didn't tell me much, only that you should come if you're not doing anything important."

"Alright. I'll be there. Thanks, Jarsha. Roran, we'll have to scry Katrina later."

Eragon bent down and extracted several crowns from the body of a dead Imperial, then handed them all to Jarsha before heading to Nasuada's tent. Meanwhile, Roran started feverishly searching the other bodies for more money.

"You called, Lady Nasuada?" Eragon asked as he entered the leader of the Varden's tent.

"Yes. We've just received a report from a scout that disturbs me greatly. You remember when I told you about Imperial casualties?"

"Yes, milady, 30.000 dead. Why?"

"According to our reports, the army is now encamped a couple of leagues away. The scout followed them from the moment they retreated, and knows that not a single person left the army while they marched, and yet after observing both their ranks and their encampment, he knows that there were no more than ten thousand men in the Imperial army."

"So you're saying that you're curious as to how so many men simply disappeared without a trace?"

"Yes. I was wondering if you might possibly have an explanation?"

"Well-"

"You called?" Arya entered the tent and saluted Nasuada.

"Atra esterní ono thelduin."

Arya did not look at all surprised to see Eragon in the tent as well as she replied, "Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr."

"Un du evarínya ono varda."

Eragon then continued explaining what he thought might have happened. "Well, first, do you trust these reports?"

"Completely. Oh, and Arya, please sit until I am ready to converse with you." Arya complied and sat.

"If you trust them, then perhaps the reports were falsified by Imperials and the scout may still be out there, or is a prisoner, or is dead."

"Why would the Empire do that?"

"I don't know. Maybe to confuse us?"

"That still makes no sense."

"Maybe the scout was fooled by magic?"

"That still makes no sense. Why would the Empire do that?"

"I have no idea. I'm making this up as I go, after all."

"Alright, well, you're dismissed. Hopefully this mystery will explain itself in due time. Just as a reminder, King Hrothgar will have his funeral soon, you better get ready soon. I recommend you where the armor he gave you as a show of respect."

"Right. Thank you."

Eragon left the tent to find Saphira standing outside, apparently waiting for him.

Visiting Nasuada's tent again, Little One? If I didn't know better, I would say there was something going on...

Hey! Eragon said with indignance.

Just kidding, just kidding. I was looking for you, by the way. Angela wanted to know where you were. You still need to cure Elva, after all, and you haven't got much time before Hrothgar's funeral.

Right, I'll get to that. Thanks, Saphira.

Eragon easily found the large, colorful tent that belonged to Angela the Healer, and also the place where Elva was staying.

Eragon went in, and noticed a foul smell that seemed to come from a small, black cauldron that issued green steam, which Angela had when Eragon came in.

"Don't ask." Angela stood by and stirred the pot, which Eragon could see had some kind of yellow liquid in it, and turned to greet him.

"Well, what is it? If you want help with suicide, I just gathered a new type of mushroom which makes anyone who eats it explode. If you want your fortune read, tough, and if you want to learn how to speak another language, I happen to know 42."

"Um...I was just looking for Elva. Is she here?"

"Yes, I am." Elva seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Eragon almost jumped.

"Hey, Elva. Listen, I was here to undo your curse, and since I do need to get going to Hrothgar's funeral, now would be the only time to do it. Alright?"

"Very well. Thank you for keeping your promise, Eragon Shadeslayer. I am ready."

Elva stood and closed her eyes. Eragon took a deep breath and quickly assembled a spell to lift the girl's curse.

"Sé ono letta waíse skölir fra rauthr"

Elva's figure was suddenly surrounded by light, which consumed her body and made her too bright to look at. The light did not subside for several seconds, and Eragon had to shield his face from being blinded. Finally, it stopped. Eragon lifted his arm to see the spells's result. In Elva's place was a baby, who Eragon recognized as the same baby he'd cursed back when he was in Tronjheim. He smiled at Angela, who glowed with happiness, and left the tent.

Well, there's chapter two. Please review.

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