Chapter 8.2
Where is this? Where is Murtagh? I think to myself.
Wait! The Ra'zac ambushed us and dragged me off to a cave near Das-Lenoa. Why? Unless Galbatorix wants me alive and brought to him in Uru'baen. I try to raise my head but then remember that I'm in a coma. I snarl, vowing to destroy the Ra'zac once I can get free.
The one time that I'm weakened and unable to protect myself is when we get attacked, now nice!
Sure I may be in a coma but I sense what's going on around me by telepathy.
The Ra'zac will pay for this later.
What's this? Is it? It is! My master has come and oh! He defending me from the Ra'zac too, how nice of him! Only problem I can't move. The coma has left me unable to regain control of my body. I could try to get out of it but I can't! The dragon embryos have been draining my strength far too quickly. If I tried, I don't think that they would survive. Oh! He's dragging me out of the Ra'zac' cave. Wait! Why didn't Murtagh help him? Oh, that's why! He used his astral projection to reach my master. What is Murtagh doing now? It looks like he's trying to contact me.
Sorry Murtagh but I'm afraid that you can't help me now. Only my master can.
I put up a strong defense around my thoughts so I can remain here.
'Finca. . . . Finca can you hear me,' Murtagh's voice rings out.
Forgive me Murtagh but I'm sorry about what happened earlier. If I have been in control of my powers then this wouldn't have occurred, and you wouldn't of had to find my master and weaken yourself in doing so.
Murtagh reaches out to me again. But again he finds my thoughts guarded. I snarl as my master lays his hand on my side.
What is he doing?
Wait I know! He's checking my pulse, how nice of him to do that! But enough of my master I suppose that I should try to see if the dragon embryos can be reached by my powers. I reach out with my mind to the little ones. Surprisedly it's very easy and soon the dragon embryos can speak to me directly. Four little ones sit before me: one silver, one black, one blue, and one yellow.
What do you want from me? I ask scared at what they might say in response to my question.
We want a place in which we can survive in until our eggs are completely formed, the black dragon growls.
But why me?
Because the first dragon to arrive here should have the honor of laying the first batch of new dragon eggs in Alagaesia, the blue dragon snarls.
The yellow one spoke next: We are forever in your dept, white dragon . . .
And shall be until we perish as adults, The silver one finished.
I decided to break my connection with the dragon embryos and try to contact my master through his mind.