Really sorry I've taken so long I have sooo much work but here it is, terrible chapter 4!!!

Dana sat back against the bed rubbing her wrists, which still slightly stung from the rope that had bound them. She had been feed properly and had a bed!! It made a big change from the nights of sleepy on a rough blanket on stony ground. She knew this was the best situation a hostage like her could hope for but she was disturbed and wished they had just ransomed her. She didn't want to go with them to Helgrind but she didn't want to die while she could still live. But she had no choice but to accept the dice fate had tossed her. She had a feeling that things would turn out far different than anyone excepted. Dana decided to just settle down to sleep when a muffled, male voice came from her tent door and asked to be let in. She let him in and in walked a man who she thought must be Roran – the reason of her new mission to Helgrind.

"My name is Roran. I shall be coming with you and Eragon to rescue Katrina. Thank-you very much for your agreement to help us."

"I don't think I really had much choice do you?" Dana replied curtly.

Roran squirmed in embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it. I've been forced to do worse things before. So, who is this person we're trying to rescue?? I stress the trying because it's practically impossible to escape from Helgrind, only one person has ever managed it before."

"We're going to rescue my betrothed - Katrina. She was stolen from me by the Ra'zac and I will get her back or die trying."

"Nice sentiments but personally, I don't want to die for someone I don't even know so we shall try to have no dying, OK?"

Roran gave a half smile, "OK. So who is the only person to escape from Helgrind? I thought Katrina was going to be the first."

Dana grinned. "I've beaten her to it."

Roran stared at her is astonishment. "You're lying."

"No I'm not. I shall prove it to you when we get in and out of there alive and without a scratch." Replied Dana in a voice that was far more confident and cocky than she felt. She flashed Roran her biggest, nicest, whitest, brightest grin which she knew would win him over and fill him with the confidence she wished she had.

Roran grinned back at her. "OK then. I shall go now and prepare the supplies we will need. We're leaving the day after tomorrow. Eragon plans to help Elva before we go. Thank-you again."

"Just remember, I'm not doing this for any of you OK?"

"OK. Goodnight." Roran turned around and walked out of the tent.

Dana groaned inwardly. "We're all gona die. How I wish I had stayed at the palace and hadn't insisted in coming here."

She then lay down again and tried to go to sleep but sleep was not easy in coming. Her fears at what she was to face again coiled around her like a venomous snake. They would let her get no rest. The horrors she had seen on the battlefield haunted her too. They where not the scenes of glory and honor the soldiers had talked about. The faces of the men; the boys she had killed haunted her. She had not thought there would be boys so young fighting. There was one boy she remembered vividly. Not because he was particularly handsome or skilled with a sword, but because of the look of horror in his eyes as she dealt him the final blow. In his last breath he had called out for his mother – and then the shine in his eyes went out and she had to move on to deal death to another.

The look on the child's face (he couldn't have been more then fourteen) and the way he called, "Mama," reminded her that these people weren't soldiers – they were fighting for their beliefs – for what they thought what right. Little did they know about what they were up against and still had to face.

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Dana's pillow was wet with tears before she finally succumbed to sleep.