Chapter 31.1
I wanted to tell Finca about this but I couldn't. My vow to Brom made it so I couldn't even tell her.
You suddenly feel the need to tell me about this! Finca roars, her yellow eyes almost golden from her rage.
I step back in shock.
Forgive me, I mutter as I kneel before my dragon, hoping to please her before she roasts me.
Forgive you? Finca questions, chuckling a little. You want me to forgive you?
Yes, I answer. Please?
Finca's yellow eyes narrow for sometime and then she looks at me.
I shall forgive you, she growls.
Thank you, I say as I stand back up as Oromis is finishing telling Eragon about how Brom and Selena met and how she left Eragon in the care of Garrow.
"I see that Tamli has decided to rejoin us again," Oromis says as he gazes at me.
Kill him, Nira's raspy voice suddenly growls.
No Nira, I won't! I answer the demonic spirit.
Nira growls as I feel his presence leaving me.
"Oromis, would it be alright if Finca were to fight against Glaedr?" I ask.
A mock battle? Glaedr questions.
Yes, Finca growls.
"I see no harm in that," Oromis says.
I bow and turn to Finca.
You heard him, I say.
She roars and leaps into the air, unfolding her wings as she does so. The four of us watch as the two dragons try to get past the other's defenses. Finca growls as a blast of fire streams past her left shoulder.
He is good, she comments.
Glaedr is one of the bests, Saphira snarls, her way to make Finca be quiet.
Finca loops around Glaedr and grabs the golden dragon in the spot where his wings meet his body and, with her hind clawed feet, pulls him back. He growls in surprise and I realize that Finca is looking to do some real damage to him.
Let him go! I shout at her through our mental bond.
No! She growls back with such a bitter tone that I am left speechless. He and all other dragons must pay for the time of The Fall!
I can only watch in horror as Finca strains herself to inflict the most damage that she can on the golden dragon.
Finca please! I scream at her. Stop this before either of you get hurt even worse!
She growls at me and blocks her mind off from mine. If she doesn't let go soon, Glaedr might be horribly hurt and I will not allow that! I raise one hand, palm out, and stop once my palm is pointed at her.
Forgive me for this later on, I think before I cast a spell that will leave her unconscious and me possibly dead . . .