A/N I don't have anything to say really, just that I need to begin writing before my head explodes with ideas. I'll write something more at another time.
The stars shown down upon the rider as he remained deep in thought, mind blocked off from everything and everyone but his dragon, Saphira. Eragon stared off into the night sky as he struggled with the thought of cutting Galbatorix off from his Eldunarí. Everything he thought of, though, seemed obvious and Galbatorix would already have placed a ward against it.
"Rest little one, you are exhausting yourself,"commented Saphira as she stood and nudged Eragon.
"Saphira, if I don't manage to stop Galbatorix from using those Eldunarí for his evil, we won't stand a chance against him."
"Be that as it may, if you fight Galbatorix exhausted, Eldunarí or not, he will have an advantage."
"Aye, lets make camp"
Soon after Eragon climbed into Saphira's saddle he had fallen into his waking dreams. He found himself back on the old farm outside Carvahall, sometime after Galbatorix had been defeated. Saphira flew overhead; enjoying the pure happiness flying gave her. Her emotions flowed freely over the mental link to Eragon, which made him feel slightly less anxious about the coming hours. He had been nervous about the wedding all day and began worrying Saphira.
"Do not worry so much little one, you have faced far larger challenges,"Saphira stated comfortingly.
"Aye, that I have, but I have never been so nervous."
"I would think that she is just as nervous as you."
A roar could be heard throughout the spine, so loud it shook the cobwebs from the rafters of the old barn. It signaled the arrival of Murtagh riding his dragon, Thorn. Eragon dropped the barriers around his mind and sent tendrils of his conscious in all directions, searching for Murtagh and Thorn, and only brushing against their minds when he had reached five leagues from Palancar Valley. Sensing barriers against Murtagh's mind, Eragon stood and drew Brisingr from its sheath, expecting what came to be Murtagh's greeting. Eragon was right to expect it and within ten minutes, he could see the ruby reflection of Thorn along with the glint of a blade.
"I wish he didn't always have to do this,"Eragon managed to say before Murtagh leaped from Thorns back twenty feet in the air.
Eragon had only just protected the edges of his blade before Murtagh dropped down in front of him. He began to slash at Eragon with Zar'roc as if he were in a life or death struggle. Eragon knew the blade of Zar'roc had been protected, but the impact of the sword would break bones, and could easily kill him if he failed to block an attack.
"Greetings brother," Murtagh grinned after finally having Zar'roc knocked from his hands.
Having bested his brother for the fifth time in a row, Eragon returned the greeting with slightly less emotion, "Hello Murtagh."
"I'm not late am I, Eragon?"
"No, you made it just in time to ruin my clothes before the wedding," Eragon mumbled as he quickly muttered a spell that restored his clothes to their former glory.
"Ah, no harm done then, but look how late it's getting! We must hurry if we are to make it back to the church in time for you wedding Eragon."
"Saphira!"
"I'm already on my way little one, I was filling in Thorn on the goings on."
"Eragon," screamed someone unknown.
He forgot about Murtagh and sprinted the 10 miles to Carvahall, thinking only of one thing.
"Eragon!" he heard again.
He pushed himself harder, hearing the urgency in the screams. Horrible thoughts ran through his head as to what was causing the trouble.
"Eragon, wake up," screamed a very annoyed Angela who was on the verge of hitting him upside the head just as he awoke.
"Nice of you to join us oh great rider," sarcastically mentioned Angela who promptly left the tent, Solembum following at her heels.
"I wonder what that was about..."
"You have been asleep for many hours little one, and I have not been able to wake you."
"Saphira, I had the strangest dream. I was getting married and found myself outside of Carvahall near the old farm. Murtagh was there, Thorn too. Then I heard someone screaming my name, and I ran toward town trying to save whoever it was. It sounded like Arya. I think she's in danger!"
"She is fine Eragon. I saw her at the training grounds not an hour ago. You should go to see for yourself if you are truly as worried as you sound."
"Aye, I think I will take a look, and find out if everything is in order."
"Your dream does trouble me, though, and I hope it is just that," the mighty dragon said as she flew with her rider to the training grounds.
"Just my thoughts,"Eragon considered as Saphira landed in the middle of the field set aside for training.
"Hail Shadeslayer," Roran yelled as he met with a laughing Eragon.
"Roran," Eragon asked, "have you seen Arya today?"
"Aye, I believe she's with Horst, helping him improve his swordsmanship. Mind if I accompany you? I'm going to check on Katrina anyway, and she's staying with Horst."
Eragon rolled his eyes, knowing Roran wanted to ride Saphira and get an amazing view of the camp.
"Sure, but remember don't let go of Saphira like last time."
"Ah...of course, I almost forgot about that."
It turned out that the last time Eragon decided to let Roran ride Saphira with him, he fell out of the saddle before they even left the ground, leaving Saphira looking at him with sympathy and Eragon trying to hide his laughter.
Remembering this he thought better of his request, "You know what Eragon, I think I'll just walk..."
Eragon jumped to Saphira's shoulder then into the saddle, quickly tying his feet into the slipknots, as Saphira was in the air as soon as he was seated. Sensing his discomfort, she flew to the opposite side of the Varden's camp, where the men and women of Carvahall were camped. She flew low over the small group of tents slowing her wings to allow Eragon to jump from her back, which he did.
"I know you too well little one."
"If only I knew you as well as you seem to know me," laughed Eragon.
Eragon walked to Horst's large tent, finding him working on a new shield with Rhunön at his side working the bellows and directing how he should work the metal so it would form an impenetrable barrier that only magic could destroy. As they worked, Rhunön sang a haunting spell in the ancient language that weaved itself into the steel, giving it the needed properties to be a rider's shield. Walking toward the forge as the shield was dipped in the brine Eragon asked Horst if he had seen Arya anywhere. He responded that she had gone with Elain to eat a brief lunch before checking if Eragon had awakened.
"Thank you Horst," Eragon called over his shoulder as he walked toward Horst's massive tent.
"That boy knows nothing," Rhunön muttered, as she removed the shield from the brine and continued her spell.
Eragon, getting more anxious by the second, walked into the tent, seeing Elain washing off the dishes, groaned and said, "I just missed her didn't I?"
"I'm sorry Eragon, she just set off for your tent a few minutes ago, would you like something to eat," Elain asked kindly.
"No thank you, but I may be back later at this rate..."
"Saphira, meet me at my tent. I'm going to see if I can catch Arya. She only left a few minutes ago, and couldn't have gone too far unless she ran."
He took off sprinting from the tent, small tufts of dust getting thrown up by his feat with every step. His mouth grew dry, and all he could think about was if Arya was ok. From all he heard, he thought she was, but he wanted to know for sure.
"Arya,"Eragon called out as he saw her walking toward his tent.
He quickly greeted Arya, as was tradition, and started, 'Arya, are you well?'
'Aye, I am in good health. You seem troubled, is there something wrong Eragon,' she inquired.
He considered keeping the dream to himself, but thought better of it.
'Arya', he began, 'Last night I had a rather unsettling dream.'
And so Eragon told her of the happenings in the dream, and how is afternoon started. He left out part of his dream where he was going to get married, as he wasn't sure what the consequences of telling Arya that bit of information would do. As he finished the story, Saphira shut out her mind and contacted Arya.
"Arya, I think it would be in Eragon's best interest if you would stop by his tent tomorrow morning. I've been worrying about him lately. He's been spending all of his free time thinking on how to remove Galbatorix's control over the Eldunarí. It is troubling me greatly...sometimes he even blocks me out completely.
"Saphira, I think you may be right. He hasn't been himself since Glaedr and Oromis fell to Galbatorix."
"Nobody has Arya. Their presence had given everyone great hope, and hearing of their demise has lessened the morale of the entire Varden. I have not seen the men so distraught."
"Aye, this is a problem we must contend with if we are to get the morale to the point where we are to march on Dras Leona within the next two months."
"Eragon and I are Alagaesia's last hope of defeating Galbatorix. As he is, we wouldn't be able to defeat Murtagh."
"Saphira, I feel it would be best for Eragon to travel to Ellesméra and meet with some of the elders. He needs to calm himself and plan with others instead of keeping all of this within himself."
"Will you journey with us Arya," Saphira asked.
"I will accompany you, yes. I must return to Ellesméra in a week to assist Queen Islanzidí plan the invasion of Dras Leona."
'Eragon, I must return to Ellesméra. Will you accompany me? I thought it would do your mind well to converse with the elders, and possibly unravel the mysteries of this dream.'
'Aye, I was thinking of returning soon, in order to give Oromis and Glaedr a proper funeral.'
'Let us go to and inform Nasuada of our plans.'
Nasuada proved difficult to convince, having their position unstable as it was. In the end, though, she allowed Eragon, Saphira, and Arya to go to Ellesméra on the oath that they would return one week before they began to march on Dras Leona.
A/N Here begins something so large; even you cannot comprehend its true meaning.
