Wyrda
Ch. 17
(Ellesméra, Dinning Hall)
Phoenix held on to Eragon as they made their way to the Main Dinning Hall.
"Are you sure you are up for this?" he whispered in her ear.
They were half way there and her energy and strength was failing fast.
"I will be alright. I can make it," she answered.
Eragon placed his other hand on hers. He planted a light kiss on her cheek.
"Let me know when you grow tired and we will take our leave," he told her softly.
She nodded slowly as they now entered the Hall. Orik came over to them.
"Have you had any word of Murtagh?" Phoenix asked Orik right away.
"Well, a good evening to you too," he said grumpily.
"Sorry," she sighed, yet a little irritably. "I am just trying to keep my mind busy so I wont throw up on anybody."
The dwarf eyed her.
"There is no word yet," he told her.
Phoenix sighed, as she slumped down a little bit. She was getting even more weak now. Eragon guided her to an empty seat and left to get her a light meal. Orik sat down next to her.
"You have seen a healer?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes. She said there is nothing wrong with me," she answered.
"Well, clearly there is, seeing as you can not keep any food down," he commented.
"Yeah, well,"
She traced the lines in the wooden table with her fingers, trying to keep her mind busy as another wave of nausea came.
(Eragon & Phoenix Chamber)
Phoenix rolled over in the bed. Usually she would have rolled on Eragon. But this time, she didnt. She opened her eyes and noticed her husband wasnt there. Phoenix sat up and glanced around. The dwarf necklace had been burning. The pain had woken her. Phoenix sat upright in bed and steadied her breathing.
There was light shinning from the small room above. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she got up.
She carefully climbed up the foot ladder and looked around when she had landed safely. There were shelves full of books and scrolls all over the room. Also, there was a table surrounded by a handful of chairs. Eragon sat in one of these chairs, reading from a scroll.
Phoenix went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked him.
He put down the scroll, sighed and nodded. She released him from her hold and went over to the table and sat on it, so that they could now talk facing one another.
"Would you like to talk about it?" Phoenix asked.
He considered it for a moment then said, "I think Galbatorix, or his pet magicians perhaps, tried to scry for Saphira and myself. If it wasnt for the dwarf necklace Gannel spelled, he would have succeeded."
"Is that what I felt?" Phoenix asked, messaging her chest where her dwarf necklace had burned.
"Did you see anything before the necklace started burning?" Eragon asked.
"Just that nightmare that Angela put in my head," she answered. "Why?"
"Oh nothing," he rubbed his temple and sighed. Eragon than said, "Something is wrong. I know that much."
"Yes, Ive had the same feeling for a while now. Aiedail said he and Saphira have had the same feeling too. At first I thought that it was because were at war, but . . ."
"It may be something else," he said, slowly.
"Yes,"
They sat in silence for a moment. Phoenix was trying to find a way to tell him that she was pregnant. She didnt want to just blurt it out. His mind was already unsettled by the nights event.
Phoenix was about to speak when Eragon said abruptly, "We should check in on Arya. Just in case."
She jerked out of her train of thought and replied, "Of course."
He jumped up, Phoenix followed climbing down the stairs. Waking Saphira with his mind and telling her what had transpired during the night. As Phoenix informed Aiedail, Eragon retrieved his shaving mirror from the wash closet. He sat between Saphiras two front paws so that she could look over his head and see what he saw.
Arya wont appreciate it if we intrude on her privacy, the female dragon warned.
We have to know if shes safe, Phoenix told her through the link.
Saphira accepted that without argument.
How will you find her? You said that after her imprisonment, she erected wards that -- like your necklace -- prevent anyone from scrying her, Aiedail put in.
We could scry for someone shes with, Eragon suggested.
Phoenix nodded in agreement. Then another wave of nausea hit Phoenix.
You may have to do this one by yourself, she told him before running into the washroom.
When she had finally retuned, moments alter, Eragon was done with the scrying.
"Arya?" she asked him.
"She lives," he told her. "But the Varden need our help."
That nagging feeling that they all had had finally come to reality.
It is time, Saphira confirmed what they were all dreading.
To be continued . . .
(A/N: Which may not be for a while. RL has been such a pain lately. The writing I have had energy for is for my book. Which, should have been published months ago. That is why Its taken so long for me to write this chapter. I cant promise you that itll be even somewhat on a semi-regular basis. I will strive for it, but ANY of my fanfiction is on the side burner until I get my book done. Thanks to Army_Brat101 for getting my butt to finish this chapter. And Everybody else whos been reviewing and reading!)