I'm back with another chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the plot……. Or did I steal that, too? (shifty eyes)
Eragon and Saphira left the tent, thinking about all the ways to infiltrate the Ra'zac's hideout and to kill them and the Lethrblaka. Eragon was stopped by the elf he had seen, and she said, "Eragon-elda. Rhunön made this for you. She had to go through several grueling arguments to make one of the families that had a blade given to you, and Rhunön had her oaths changed so that she could forge a sword for the next Rider, should it be welcome upon us." Upon her word, she drew a bright sapphire-blue blade and its sheath. Eragon stared, entranced. He reached for it, then hesitated, and looked at the elf. She nodded, and he took it and the sheath from her. He swung it around experimentally. It was lighter than even Zar'roc. He belted it onto the belt of Beloth the Wise and said, "Thank you." She nodded, and continued walking. Naedlet, Joy, said Eragon to Saphira. Eragon went to the supplies tent anyway to get a sword and a bow for Roran, and arrows for both of them. Eragon and Saphira filled two gems in the belt on their way to Roran.
Eragon went into the tent to find Roran waking up and explained to him the news. Roran nodded and asked, "Where can I eat?' Quick as an elf, Eragon waved him over and walked him to the dining area. When he was finished, Roran went to the villagers, took his things, and packed. Eragon hefted his and Roran's bags onto Saphira to see if it would work. It did, and she could now hold more than Eragon once presumed. Eragon then let the bags slide to the ground and said to Roran, "I need to do something Important. I'll be right back." He then hurried over to Nasuada and asked, "Roran wants to leave as soon as possible. Is there a way you can convince the Varden without me?" She stared at him flatly, and then said, "Yes. But be discreet as you leave. Do not let anyone know you have left, else there will be trouble." He nodded and left, then grinned as he saw Saphira far above, chasing eagles. Eragon went to Arya, said his farewells, and then went to Roran.
"Well?" asked Roran. "We can leave, as long as we aren't seen." Saphira! He shouted with his thoughts. I come, was the dim reply. Within minutes, she was on the ground and their bags were strapped onto the saddle. Eragon and Roran got onto Saphira, and then she launched into the air and started the flight towards Helgrind. They flew to the Jiet River and followed it until they were in the vicinity of Feinster. Then they sneaked around it, and continued walking until they were about halfway between Feinster and Belatona. Once they stopped, Eragon found a rock, levitated it, and shot it at a rabbit that was going to get a sip from the river. A pit formed in Eragon's stomach, but he knew that Roran wanted meat. Eragon skinned the rabbit, set aside the organs, and made a fire.
"Brisingr!" Eragon shouted, starting a fire, and hoping to arouse Roran's curiosity. He did. Roran asked, "How did you do that? And what does brisingr mean?" The fire flared as he said brisingr. He shivered, and Eragon responded, "Brisingr is from the Ancient Language, and it is fire." Roran was about to speak when Eragon interrupted, "Brisingr is not a name for fire: it is the name for fire. The ancient language was used very long ago, when it was the only language. We forgot it, but the elves brought the words with them when they crossed the sea to enter Alagaësia. The ancient language is the basis for all power. For instance, if I hadn't said fire, it wouldn't have done anything. Plus, it takes as much energy as it would if you tried to do it with your hands." Roran nodded, then asked, "But why did the fire flare if I said fire? I'm not a magician or anything; am I?" Eragon shrugged, putting a pot over the fire, putting in the meat and putting the organs on a stone. "You might be, but you just don't know it yet. I could teach you. But you will have to amass it on the run, as I did." As Roran ate his meat, Eragon ate some of the vegetables he had received from Arya before they left. "Eragon-vodhr, here. Take these. I have no need for them they are yours, as far as I am concerned." "Thank you, Arya Svit-kona."
An idea slowly came to Eragon. He took two sticks, shaped them with magic into the likeness of swords, and then tossed one at Roran. "Defend yourself!" Roran looked at the stick, then Eragon, and grimaced. He reluctantly got up ant started swinging at Eragon. Eragon, in his heightened state, blocked all of Roran's blows effortlessly, and caught him between the ribs. Eragon hardly broke a sweat, while Roran was panting and gasping. The duel lasted less than two minutes, ending with Roran starting a swing with the tip of Eragon's stick at Roran's neck. Roran dropped his sword, shakily ran to the river, and stayed there for several minutes. Saphira made her odd laughing noise in Eragon's head as he told her what had transpired. Roran came back grumpy and stalked to his bedroll. "Goodnight," Eragon said. Roran grunted in response and got on the ground. "Adurna," muttered Eragon quietly. An orb of water appeared over the fire and quenched the flames as it fell.
Wow! I didn't expect this to be so long! I guess that's the power of writing!