Chapter 21.2
The Varden cheer as they celebrate their victory over Durza and the Urgals. Tamli and I give the credit for Durza's death to Eragon, after much thought. He deserves it, not us.
Later on in the day Tamli and I stay in the dragonhold, far up from the party that rages down on the lower levels. My master closes his eyes and rests against my body, something he used to do back on our world quite usually. Both of us end up falling asleep and are awoken by Saphira. Ajihad was just attacked and killed by a stray group of Urgals and Murtagh was dragged away. I bolt upright and question Saphira to make sure that what she said is right and true. She confirms it and I awaken Tamli, who is cross with me because of the fact that I disturbed his sleep.
Sorry but we must go! I growl and fling him on my back.
Saphira and I land in the battlefield that now feels like a swamp due to all the blood that was shed here. I leave Tamli with Saphira and Eragon and enter the tunnel that Murtagh was dragged off into.
I will be back, I promise to my master before I vanish.
Several days pass and I make it to the city of Uru'baen, the capital of the Empire and Galbatorix's home. I slip past the heavily guarded entrance and stop before the throne room.
If I enter as I am then I'll probably be put in chains and forced to work alongside Shruikan and held hostage by Galbatorix, I think to myself.
I lower myself to the ground as a human walks past me. His short black hair is messy and his yellow eyes are dull. Could that be Murtagh? A second later a little red dragon comes bounding after him. Was he chosen as a Dragon Rider by this dragon? The smell that comes from the red dragon tells me that it's a male but yet a feel a darker energy within it's pure heart.
Later on in the day I creep down to the dungeon of Uru'baen, led by a strange force to find a special item. As I slowly soar down the steps, walking was just too much effort, I landed and stared at the sight that fell before me. A green egg, the last of its kind, the last of the pureblooded dragons from Alagaesia.
This egg could decide the war's outcome, I think as I stare into its glistening green surface.
A sudden noise catches my attention and so I raise my head in caution . . .