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Author's Note: I know the last chapter was rushed, but I had a lot to fit in.
Reborn, chapter XII
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Eragon had been flying for several days and now was within sight of Surda. He first thought of landing but then began to think of what would happen to him if he couldn't prove that he wasn't a spy. If I landed, Nasuada would assume that I swore to the king. She would probably have me locked up for years.
With this thought in mind, Eragon turned around and began to fly back towards Uru'bean. He knew what would happen when he arrived in the city, he would be captured and forced to join the king. Something kept him from considering this consequence. It was if his instincts were telling him to go back to Saphira.
Murtagh POV:
Thorn, will she be okay? The red rider asked, looking very concerned as he glanced over at the sleeping form of Saphira. He had healed her wounds but he knew that death would await him if he tried to replace her wings. No mortal could heal a limp that had been torn off.
She'll live. Flying however will be impossible. When a wing is damaged that badly, it cannot heal. Thorn replied rather grimly. The bad news is however that she cannot mate with any dragon but Eragon.
Murtagh looked up, startled. Why would she have to mate with Eragon? What about you or Shruikan?
I've seen it ever since we got here. When dragoness commits herself to a male, she cannot be forced to mate with another dragon. Saphira seemed so close to Eragon when they arrived, I assumed it. Since Morzan was unsuccessful with her, I positive that's what happened.
So we cannot have Saphira mate until we recapture Eragon? Murtagh asked quickly, hearing the large iron doors being unlocked.
That is correct, young one.
Galbatorix entered the room in a rage. Murtagh noticed at once that he was carrying the yarn that represented Eragon and Saphira's bond. The king lifted the thread up high and prepared to rip it in half. Before he could do so, however, a bright light filled the room and collapsed around Saphira. In an instant, she was gone.
Back at the Varden:
"M'lady, what are we to do?" Roran asked. He had recently be appointed to general of half the varden's forces after his acts of courage in a recent series of battles, not to far from Surda. "Eragon and Saphira have likely been captured and have been forced to swear loyalty to the king. How will we fight four dragons, possibly five, without any ourselves?"
"That problem may have been solved with a letter I received early this morning." Nasuada responded. All the leaders of the varden were surrounding a table, discussing what would be their next battle strategy. "You see, the letter says that we will receive thousands of dwarves and, incredibly, elves by the coming week. The dwarves have created a new weapon, one capable of taking out dragons easily."
Eragon POV:
With each beat of his wings, Eragon grew more exhausted. He had been flying for a week straight and no end was in sight. For some reason, he couldn't stop. Something was urging him on to see his mate. I'm coming Saphira.
Author's Note: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. It was going to be 1500 words long but I cut it down because I didn't want to ruin the cliffhanger. Where has poor Saphira gone? If you want to ever find out, REVIEW!!