An: I'm off work for the fourth of July and I'm spending it in Branson. I guess working with boys can be good cause I now have a Boyfriend. And on with the story!
Arya awoke slowly with the feeling of her arms being pulled from their sockets. In a technical sense this was true. Her arms were chained above her head and as were her legs. She tried to use her magic on the chains, but as she looked below herself she saw the long fall below. Losing her courage, as quickly as she gained it, Arya lost hope. She soon looked to her left and saw Eragon in the same predicament as herself. His head swayed slightly with wind. Worried he was dead she reached out to his mind. She met a strong resistance and her paranoia dissipated to an annoying thought in the back of her head. She looked to her right but saw a bare wall. She then knew that Murtagh was either on Eragon's other side or was not there at all. There was a soft, almost indubitable moan came from Eragon's direction. Arya twisted her head as Eragon slowly lifted his head up.
"Where am I?" Eragon asked in confusion.
"I don't know." Arya answered, turning her head away from him. "Just don't break the chains."
"Why not?"
"Look below you"
Eragon looked and tried to recoil in shock but his movements were limited to almost nothing. He grimaced in frustration but did as Arya had said. As the hours past neither of them noticed the soft groans from Eragon's other side. Suddenly the unheard moans turned into cries of unimaginable pain. Eragon whipped his head towards the sounds as Murtagh's body writhed in pain.
"Murtagh!" Eragon cried as the cries softened. "Murtagh?"
Arya shook her head as Eragon struggled against the bonds that held him. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and a low hum surrounded them. They soon found themselves in a chilly stone room. There was a large chair in front of them. Suddenly they landed with a soft thump on the cool floor.
"Are theses the people I have heard so much about in these last few years?" A deep and dark voice echoed through the room.
"Yes, my lord. They are yours for the taking." The changer said.
"Thank you, my faithful servant." The voice said as the changer bowed. Suddenly Eragon found himself being lifted up by what was left of his shirt. "Let me test you."
Suddenly Eragon felt a presence in his mind. It was rooting around his memories as if he was looking for something.
"Ah…no fear except for what…Ah…yes"
"N…NO!!!!!!" Eragon yelled as the unbearable pain from his injuries returned at the flick of his captors wrist. As suddenly as it had come, the presence, left. Eragon's vision returned. Then the pain hit him head on, and he collapsed. As he fell Arya ran to intercept him. She grunted at the force of his fall and lowered him to the ground."He is we…" The voice began, but never finished. There was a loud roar so joined by another one. Then two large shapes burst into the room. Arya looked up. Her eyes full of tears. The changers face, once full of hatred, was now a mask of shock. There in the once wall, now hole, stood two dragons. One and iridescent red and the other a brilliant blue.
"Saphira! Thorn!" Arya cried as the changer and his master fled from the scene. Saphira began to go after the changer but Arya's words stopped her, "They can wait! I need your help!"
'Let it be so.' Saphira said as she turned around. 'Let it be so.'
Arya loaded Eragon and Murtagh's bodies to Thorn and mounted Thorn.
"Hurry!" Arya cried "Find a Clearing!"
A few days later…
"Wh…where am I?" Eragon asked, confusion. He tried to sit up but was gently pushed down again by Arya. "A…Arya?"
"Hush. You shouldn't be moving"
"I thought I'd never feel that pain again. Yet I did."
"Do not over work your mind, Eragon"
Eragon laid down and stared at the sky above him. The clouds had shifted. How long had he been asleep? Then he suddenly remembered Murtagh. He sat upright with a jolt and was suddenly very dizzy. He put a hand to his head and moaned Arya whipped around to scold him but chose not to. She could tell he was worried about Murtagh.
"Look to your right." Arya told him as she dried her hands off
"Has he wakened?"
"No, but there is good news also."
"Like what?" Eragon asked as another bout of dizziness overcame him.
"Saphira." Arya answered as she gently pushed him down. Eragon complied and once more stared at the sky. He felt her presence. She was worried. There was something he needed to know. He opened his eyes and saw her graceful form lower it's self to the ground.
"Eragon." Saphira said.
"I've missed you."
"So have I."
"Why did you leave?"
"I…I have begun the new legacy of dragon riders."
"Eggs…" Eragon said. Wonder in his voice.
An: So there you go. A new chapter. Happy now?! Saphira's back and there are eggs. But trust me… this story is going to continue. The eggs are for later.
Preview of next chapter:
"NO!" Eragon cried out. "You have become the very thing you swore you never be!! NO!!!"
And Murtagh just sneered at him.