Chapter 14
A/N same as last.
'I'm leaving today. You still haven't told me whether or not you're coming,' Eragon said still in bed.
He could feel the warmth of her bare chest on his own. She kissed him.
'Of course I'll come silly elf. What do you take me for? Do you really think I'll let you go on your own?' she asked.
Her response made him somewhat sad. He had been hoping she would say no so as to stay out of trouble. He knew from experience that changing the mind of an elf was hard as a dragon, and that they were usually right, so he decided not to argue with her.
'Elf?' he asked, concentrating on a different subject.
'Yes. What? Don't you like being part elf?' she asked dejectedly.
'Of course I do Arya! How else do you think the scar on my back would have disappeared? It's just that… I don't know if that is what I actually am. Like I said, I have the mentality of a human and the physical features of an elf. No human Rider becomes so close to an elf that their mates can't even differentiate whether or not they're human.'
Arya didn't respond. Instead, she traced her fingers over every crease on his muscles.
'Arya. Can I get up please? I need to prepare and so do you.'
'After you tell me what you did to Rya. I forgot to ask you last night,' she told him. Her voice was a little threatening which gave him all the more reason to tell her. He then recounted everything that conspired during his time in the forest. He told her everything after his conversation with Murtagh.
'I see,' she said.
She then got off him and began to out her clothes on. The cold hit him on his chest where she had been, causing him to shiver for a few moments.
'Have you had any sort of contact from Fírnen?' he asked.
'No. Why?'
'I haven't heard anything from Saphira either. It worries me,' he told her.
'Don't worry. I have felt a few emotions from Fírnen and none of them spelt grief or sadness. If anything had happened to her, I would have known because I doubt Fírnen would just let her passing go mourn less… much like ourselves.'
Eragon chuckled and started preparing the bags he was to mount onto Saphira. After an hour, he told her everything Murtagh had found out about the Riders.
'He said they came from the west, further out to the sea from Narda. We'll go there and then we may need to fly out over the sea. Some of us may need to search the spine until we find them. Other than Narda, we don't have much of a lead on them.'
'Ok. We'll leave after the other Riders are ready. Until then, let's see if we can find our dragons,' she said, making his mind up for him.
'Aren't they in some sort of dragon hold?' he asked. He hadn't really explored the elven city since his return to Alagaesia, so he didn't know if there was one.
'No. if they were, they would have been close enough for us to communicate with them.
After another two hours, the Riders left Ellesméra to hunt down the Riders. By the time sunset came, they had only arrived at Osilon, one of the elven cities to the west of Ellesméra. The city was burned and not half as large as the capital, but the band of forty seven Riders had no other choice. Tomorrow, they would find out who had attacked the cities… and why.
I'm sorry but I had to rush this chapter a lot. By the time I next upload a chapter, my power should be back (I'm running off generators which make ludicrous amounts of noise). The reason I had a power cut was because of a storm during the night in the city I live in, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that you lot leave a review.