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Hey, this is a short Garrick POV chapter. It's my way of saying, "Hey, I'm not done yet, so here's a filler!" Enjoy y'all!

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Garrick paced his cell, staring at the ground. He was shaking his head, muttering inaudible words to himself. The scene was repeating itself over and over in his head. Painful...fearful...

The tortured look on his sister's face as Durza had probed her mind seemed permanently visible before his eyes. Her cry echoed in his ears just as loudly for the many hours that followed the event. Questions were swarming through his mind.

Had she escaped the soldiers? How had she gotten in? Why had she come to Gil'ead? How had she escaped from Dras-Leona?

She had looked different to Garrick in the few moments he beheld her. Her long, soft, lovely hair had been hacked away at the shoulders and her sweet, innocent face was streaked with dirt. She had been wearing, much to his surprise, a terribly suggestive dress. He hoped she had not gotten into trouble...or surrendered herself to a life of ill repute.

As the guards had dragged her away, he had held his eye to the door, avidly watching in anger. The Shade had walked off smiling about something, but after he'd gone the soldiers had stopped right around the corner. Alycie's feet had been visible still, lying motionless on the stone floor of the prison. A cloaked man with a crutch he did not seem to need had rushed over, a bow in his hands. Shouting had echoed down the halls and then his sister vanished completely.

The shouting though...had the soldiers been attacked? A charge had definitely been ordered. Then the cries of several of them had echoed down to Garrick's cell, reaching his ears. His sister's voice had not been among those he heard. He ran a grimy hand through his grown-out hair, casting his eyes to the barred window that displayed the hallway. A group of soldiers suddenly appeared by it, bending to insert a key into the lock. Garrick's face became emotionless as his fists relaxed in resignation. They had come for him. He was to go to Urû'baen to be condemned to a lifetime of service in the king's army.

"Alright, you. Come on ou' o' there," said the Captain, opening the door. Garrick walked out without resisting. It wouldn't be so bad being in the army. He would be out of slavery at least. And he would travel; that was something.

Two soldiers tied his hands, leading him along. They needn't have done so. It was hardly necessary with this pointless man. Well, now he did have a point in his life. Serve the king. Garrick didn't know enough about politics to have any grudge against the Empire, so he considered himself lucky. If he hadn't been the proper age for recruitment, it would have been to the noose.

He blinked in the bright sunlight as the soldiers pulled him along. One of the guards guarding the entrance bristled as he passed. He glanced backwards at him briefly, but soon turned forward once more, noticing nothing out of the ordinary.

The soldiers loaded him into a wooden wagon covered with a cage of interlocking bars. He climbed up without a fight, sitting down as they locked the door tightly, climbing onto the seat on the front of the wagon and taking the horses' reins. The wooden contraption began to move, bumping along over the uneven street ridden with stones. He looked out at the passing street and was surprised to see the guard who had been posted outside of the prison walking after the wagon at a swift pace.

"Garrick!" he hissed, surprising Garrick even more. He crawled to the back of the wagon, grasping the wooden bars and squinting at the soldier.

"Do I know you?" he asked. Dawning comprehension seemed to be settling over the pursuing guard.

"Oh...so she was trying to rescue you...oh...but then she was distracting me for...but then that means she's with...and they..."

"Oi! I asked how you know me!" snapped Garrick. The soldier returned to himself, removing his helmet quickly.

"Garrick, it's me! Jurdan!" he said. Garrick's eyes widened.

"What in Helgrind are you doing here!?" he asked in amazement, laughing.

"Nevermind that! Look, I saw Alycie earlier. She distracted me so she could get one of her companions into the prison, I understand now, and she was kissing me, and then we realized we were each other--"

"Jurdan...wait...slow down," said Garrick, blinking in confusion. "You saw Alycie...and she distracted you to...you kissed my sister? Oh, mate, I'll sock you one so hard..."

"There's no time for that, Garrick," hissed Jurdan. They were nearing the outer limits of Gil'ead. "Listen to me. She went in to rescue you. Was she captured?"

"Yes," said Garrick.

"Well she escaped on a big blue dragon," said Jurdan. Garrick laughed disbelievingly.

"You're mad," he said.

"No, I swear on my dear Urelia. She flew out of the bloody prison with a Dragon Rider, an elf, and another on the back of a big, blue, flappin', flyin' dragon!" insisted Jurdan, flapping his arms wildly. Garrick didn't know whether to be relieved or distressed.

"So now she's on the run from the entire Empire?" he asked. Jurdan nodded.

"There are posters out. Lord Durza says 'ee wants 'er for the king. I don' know the reasonin' be'ind it, but if Alycie knows what's good for 'er, she'll 'ide somewhere an' not ever come out. The other one they're with is on the run too. He's Murtagh, the son of Morzan." The name rang a bell.

"Morzan?" asked Garrick. "I've heard of him before..."

"He's the bloody first and last of the Foresworn, Garrick, I should think you've 'eard of 'im before!" exclaimed Jurdan. "Jus' cause o' tha', Galbatorix'll be able ter spy 'em. Yer sister is in grave danger. Tha' Murtagh is a target for capture wherever he is, whether in the Empire or with the Varden. The Rider's a target too. There's a message bein' sent ahead an' a pack o' soldiers bein' organized to follow them. I jus' 'ad to tell you before you left! I 'eard you were being deported an' thought it best you knew. Bu' if your sister's goin' anywhere, it's to the Varden." Garrick's eyes widened and he nodded. "I can' follow you no longer. Good luck!"

"Thank you, mate! I will repay you someday," said Garrick as the small caravan rode out of Gil'ead, beginning the long trek to the capital.

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