Chapter 6
Like an ants nest, Saphira reckoned. It was true. If you had replaced the town with a large pile of earth, in which each hole represented a house and each ant, a person, and then thrown a bunch of rocks and bits of gravel at it, it would look very similar to Belatona when the Varden attacked it. However, ants do not have magic, and Belatona did.
Eragon shielded his mind from an enemy who was trying to get within his mind and threw an attack at him. He was strong, but Eragon was stronger and he soon found what he needed.
Arya, church tower, Blodgharm, there are two others, one is in an alley way, the other is in an inn called 'the cart wheel', shortly later he heard Arya tell him that the man who had attacked his mind was dead and Blodgharm and three other elves were pursuing the two others.
Saphira swooped down and roasted a row of soldiers who were trying to push the half open gate, closed. Eragon put his hand over his nose, that smell is revolting then Saphira landed and he sprang off her and pulled brisingr out of its sheath and started fighting off the soldiers who surrounded him.
Saphira knocked half of them over with her tail before swinging out her wings and flinging herself in the air.
A man charged towards Eragon screaming, right into Eragon's outstretched sword. Eragon backed against a wall and continued jabbing and parrying. The soldiers kept on coming always more that died and piled themselves before him. Until he had to move and found himself surrounded by at least two hundred soldiers.
"Ha!" Eragon cried making an attempt to crash through the soldiers, but the barred his way with swords. "Ah…yes, I see…" He muttered loud enough for the soldiers to hear.
Saphira… he called meanwhile in his mind.
He was answered with a picture of the other side of the town.
The sneers on the soldier's faces grew bigger and they started laughing.
"Lucky I still have the help of the unexpected," Eragon said loudly "deyja, atre ono" –die, all of you.
It was a meek and horrible thing to do, and it took so much energy that Eragon lost most of the energy he had saved on the belt of Belroth, energy he had added to for weeks.
That was unsporting but most of all dangerous, it takes as much energy as it would to do it with a sword, Saphira barked at him, you would have died if you hadn't have had the belt!
Saphira landed beside him. The fight is won, no shades, no thorn, no Murtagh.
Eragon nodded.
~O~
In body one, in mind another?
Was that a warning, a prophecy, or just Elva's reckoning?
Arya walked down the streets of smoking Belatona. She could imagine it having been quite pretty once. The houses were painted with pictures of sea creatures wrecking boats, golden sunsets, animal filled forests and even dragons, but the pictures were covered in grime, the windows partly shattered or boarded up, the inside dark. What might have been clean and pretty was smouldering on the ground in black heaps surrounded by corpses so bloody that it was impossible to tell whether it was a soldier or a member of the Varden.
Maybe she was referring to the way the elves kept their feelings hidden? Was that such a crime? Arya sighed, angry at herself, though she was not sure why. A shadow raced across the ground. Arya looked up at Saphira.
Saphira? She asked but was met with shields. Arya withdrew and continued on her long lonely path to the camp. She walked at a human pace. Her mind involuntarily wandered to Faolin. Her mind replayed the scene she least wanted to remember.
The trees loomed over them, the grass tickling the soles of the Elves feet. Arya was walking beside the horse carriage that carried Saphira's egg, Faolin was smiling and singing. Dancing about Arya like a young dear springs around its mother. He had written the poem himself, and the music, for her.
"It has yet to find itself an end," he told her when it was finished. Arya had smiled.
"It's beautiful, Faolin" she said gently. Faolin smiled, it was a wonderful smile, and stroked her hair.
"Like you then…" and that was when the horses had started to give out alarming noises.
Arya had searched the grounds. "Urgals! And a sha…Faolin!"
Arya stopped the rest of the memory, and returned her attention to reality, however she could not stop the last image of Faolin. His face was white, his mouth open. "Arya, run" he'd cried. He had wasted his last words, on her.
~O~
Eragon was thinking about Brom, about Garrow, about Oromis and about Glaedr, why was it that everyone he befriended seemed to…
He did not even finish the thought, it worried him. What would that make Roran? Jeod, Nasuada, Blodgharm, Arya…was that a list of people to be killed?
okay, sorry about this, but it's rather hard for me to check because i borrowed the first and second book from a friend and i only have the third; is it ever mentioned where abouts Galbatorix lives? or can i just make that up? PLEASE answer, i can't start the next chapter without it! :(
Anyway, um...answers: : 's more 'denial' Eragon doesn't want to believe that Elva might be referring to 'Arya' as a threat, and since that is connected with the other message...well...you know what i mean...i'm terrible at explaining. 2. well that's just dragons for you...3. thank you!