Chapter 18:
Downfall
Eragon and Roran entered Nasuada's tent with excruciating slowness. It had been an incredibly long night, and all either of them wanted was a hot meal and some sleep. About an hour ago, they had left Dras-Leona. Now they were back with the Varden, getting ready to meet the head of the Varden.
The sun had just come up over the horizon and turned Nasuada's pavilion a transparent pink. Roran yawned loudly as they trudged forward, stopping before Nasuada herself.
"How did it go?" She asked impatiently.
"It was all according to plan." Eragon replied.
"Tell me exactly what happened." Eragon looked over at Roran who appeared to be half asleep.
"Roran, why don't you start?" He blinked several times and shook his head like a wet dog would to rid itself of water.
"I entered the city and, when I had, indicated to Angela that I was in. I integrated myself into the crowd and waited for Eragon. When I saw him, I betokened to him that I was ready. He threw the knives and I ran to the tower while he followed me. I defeated the other troops with no problem and interrogated Marcus Tabor."
"That's it?" Nasuada asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Aye."
"Okay, well then, Eragon, it's your turn." She said to him, still half amused, half puzzled at Roran short response.
"The beginning is the same as Roran's; I went to Angela, mingled with the crowd, threw the knives and ran to the tower. As I went in the door, I heard Roran dispensing of the warriors as he said. I ran downstairs, and disposed of the soldiers that I found down there. I opened the safe door with little effort. Then, after I was done, I tapped into Aren's energy reserves and teleported half the money here."
"Why only half?"
"Well, I figured that if I teleported anymore, then Dras-Leona's people would starve because of lack of trade and would soon be forced to live somewhere. I don't want to go into details about Dras-Leona's economy right now, though." (Lucky Dras-Leona can live off half the money they have. At least Eragon was smart enough to leave some. The government has left us with virtually nothing. NOTHING! Well, never mind, this is no time to rant on about the government's faults.)
"Well it sounds like-"
"Wait," exclaimed Roran, "I forgot something."
"What?" Nasuada and Eragon both said in unison.
"When I was questioning Tabor, he said something about more dragon eggs! That's what he said. He said that Galbatorix had been hiding some dragon eggs that he had been keeping a secret in Doru Araeba and Helgrind. Said there was about fifty. Oh, and guess what?" Eragon could barely hear the rest because of the shock he was in, " He also said something about um…El-Eld…. Damn! I can't remember-oh wait, Eldunari! Yes, that's it. Said there was the about same number of them as the eggs. But I haven't a clue what he was talking about. Do either of you know?" Eragon felt like his heart would stop because of the stunning information he had just received, and because of the pressure he was under. It's Roran, I trust him with my life. But should I trust him with this information. I may let him defend my life, but will I give him information that could lose us the war? That could destroy numerous lives? I can't decide. I think I should-
To be continued…
You think you should what Eragon? WHAT?!! Well in this moderately awesome cliffhanger that I will continue next chapter, there's a dilemma that shall be solved coming up on…The Last Stand. Thanks guys, review and uh…my usual reviewers that have been with me throughout the whole thing, like beneath the Menoa tree, emerald magic, and Ever light(Sorry I forgot your new name.)What happened? I posted my last chapter and I got a couple reviews. Thank you to those who did review, I'll mention you next time. See you all later. Peace!
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