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Eragon stared into the camp fire that Brom had started. Saphira 2 lay curled up behind him with her scaled eyelids closed. Arya rested her head against his chest, staring into the flames.

"When should our reinforcements get here?" asked Eragon bluntly. He looked across the fire at Brom.

"Sometime tomorrow," answered Brom impatiently. He stroked his dragon's neck.

"Patience love," whispered Arya. "Trinity is strong. She was raised well. No substantial harm will come to her."

I hope for her sake you are right, growled Shruikan.

Why did you bond with our daughter? Eragon demanded.

With Galbatorix back, what else was I supposed to do? Shruikan replied coldly. I have no intention of going back to serve that madman. He slaughtered my original Rider and used dark magic to bind me to his will. I loath him just as much as anyone else.

How do we know that you aren't secretively working for Galbatorix? Galzra snapped.

Galzra! Saphira 1 snarled. She pulled back her lips and bared his teeth.

Just saying, amended Galzra. We are at war, we cannot trust anyone.

"If we trust no one, we will just end up fighting amongst ourselves," interjected Brom. "And where would that lead us to?"

Shruikan's history is against him, grumbled Galzra.

Peace, Galzra, sighed Saphira 2. We can argue when this is all over.

"We should all get some rest," suggested Brom. "Chances are that our kin will want to start searching for Trinity immediately."

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The next morning Erador, Islanzadi, Elvira, Murtagh 1, and Thorn arrived at the camp sight just as the sun began rising. They all wore armor and each had a sword resting on their hips and a quiver and bow strapped to their back.

Arya greeted her parents formally. "I am glad that you all got here safely," she murmured.

They had me with them, replied Thorn proudly. He smiled, baring his pearly teeth. What is the most likely place that those slime are holding your daughter?

"There are many possible locations," mumbled Murtagh 1. He frowned bitterly. "Gil'ead…Helgrind…Farthen Dû r…could be anywhere in Alagaesia. Where do we start?"

Eragon frowned thoughtfully. "Farthen Dû r is the least likely," he said. "Because the mountains are where most of the battles are being fought, there would be more of a chance of Trinity accidentally getting killed. I do not think that Galbatorix wants to kill Trinity. He would have ordered Morzan to have done so instead of wasting the time to take her hostage."

Brom looked over his son. "I am impressed Eragon," he commented.

"Enough!" barked Eragon. "We have no time for statements. Every second we waste here, Trinity has more of a chance of dying."

"Gil'ead," murmured Arya. She looked up at everyone. "Gil'ead is where I was held hostage after Faolin was killed by Durza…and Eragon was also kept there. Galbatorix would think that Gil'ead would hold too many haunting memories for Eragon and myself."

She has a point, agreed Galzra, analyzing Arya's memories. Shruikan?

It is a starting point to look, said Shruikan. Elvira can ride with me .

"I am honored, dragon," murmured Elvira calmly.

"Islanzadi, ride with me," requested Arya.

"Evandar?" Eragon looked at Arya's father.

They took to the air immediately.

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The days passed slowly. Three days came and gone before they reached Gil'ead. Eragon, Arya, Elvira, and Evandar strode into the city. The citizens of the city watched them with weary eyes. Eragon analyzed the minds of a few people and found that some remained loyal to Galbatorix.

"At least they are too afraid of us to want to fight," he whispered in the ancient language.

"It does not help that they are fearful," replied Evandor. "We need their cooperation."

"The old king is right," agreed Elvira. She glared at a few beggars on the street.

Eragon gave the poor people some of his gold. "We need some kindness in this cruel world," he explained to the beggars, smiling.

"Thank you, Shadeslayer!" a woman cried. "May the gods bless you!"

"Eragon, we aren't here to give to charities," hissed Elvira.

"Like Evandor said, we need to gain their trust," replied Eragon.

They continued walking through the streets until they reached the dungeon. Two guards stood in their way.

"We are here to see if a certain prisoner is here," informed Evandar.

"There are no elves here," said the guard on the right in a deep bass voice, looking at their ears.

"Let us look," murmured Eragon.

"We are under orders from Queen Katrina to not let anyone in," replied the second.

"I am King Roran's cousin," retorted Eragon.

"Peace Eragon," commanded Erador. "Look…one of our kin was mistakenly put into prison…we are not sure which one, but we wish to speak with her."

Father! Arya cried in protest.

I will not allow my granddaughter share your fate, Arya, replied Evandar.

The two guards stepped aside to allow the elves to was no where to be found. The only people were thugs, dirty with sweat and grime.

Eragon! Murtagh's voice caused a headache in his brother's ear.

"Murtagh! I think he's being attacked!" cried Eragon.

They ran out of the city. When they reached Murtagh 1, Islanzadi, Brom and the dragons, they were tied up. The dragons were muzzled. A single girl stood before them with a double edge sword in her hands.

She had red-blonde hair. Her youthful face was round, making her look childlike. Her dark grey eyes glared at Eragon.

Eragon and his elf companions unsheathed their swords. "Who are you?" demanded Eragon in a snarl.

"She's a dragon slayer, Eragon," whispered Evandar. He glared at the girl. "But a young one. I thought that they had died out long ago…after the pact was made."

"You are a smart one, elf." She smiled.

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