Chapter 4: Arrival
As Eragon stabbed the last soldier in the most recent onslaught, he slid off Saphira and walked into the nearest abandoned house. Keep me safe, he warned Saphira.
You know I will, little one.
Eragon climbed to the top of the stairs and sat near the window, opening his mind, searching for any of the elfin spellcasters. Feeling anther mind, he asked, Who is this?
It is I, Blodhgarm
Thank you. How are the other elves?
Good. No losses. We successfully eliminated most of the city unfriendly spellcasters. We caught most by surprise before the Varden entered the city.
That's great news. Anything else?
Nothing.
Suddenly, Saphira's voice broke in. Eragon, get down here now! Eragon, surprised by Saphira's alarm, jumped. He rushed down the stairs to find her staring into the sky.
Eragon looked into the northeast to find a red dragon flying towards them.
Murtagh!
It's short, I know, but it sets up great for the next chapter. I should finish writing the next chapter by next week, which means I'll have it up in two weeks.
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Yours truly,
Puddlemore United 4Ever