Brooke: I thought you said that we could do the disclaimers and information and stuff.

Me: No, I said I'd do that for The Legends, THEY don't threaten to stab me.

Rebecca: That's a lie.

Meg: Well, they don't threaten to stab her, they threaten to shoot...and hunt...and maim...

Me: That's not helping.

Jamie Hill: The author only owns us, the group of OCs!

Brooke & Rebecca: HEY!

"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me, dying on the floor." -The Fray

Ellie could not be dragged from Eragon's side, much less told to leave. Sarah and Rebecca had to cajole her to eat and even the old healer, Gertrude, had to threaten to knock her out when she refused to sleep.

After two days, he finally stirred to life. Ellie clutched his hand as though it was her only anchor and smiled warmly as his eyes fluttered open. "Ellie?"

"The one and only." She replied, handing him a bowl of stew. "Now, eat so you don't collapse from asking stupid questions."

While he ate, two pairs of feet fell upon the wood and in burst Sarah and Rebecca who cried out in surprise at seeing him awake and shouted in unison, "IT'S ALIVE!" Ellie threw a shoe at them.

"How did I get here?" Eragon questioned, leaning against the backboard to speak with them properly.

"Brom found you," Sarah said, before adding quietly so only Rebecca could hear her. "Lost and insecure, he found you, he found you lying on the floor."

Ellie glared at them and rolled her eyes while Rebecca snickered.

"Where is Garrow?" He asked when it seemed safe enough to approach them. Their faces fell and the two looked to Ellie for a reply.

"He's at Horst's, but Eragon, he is not doing well. His injuries aren't healing and his fever won't break. It's as stubborn as-"

"As you?" Sarah offered lightly. She received the other shoe.

"Can I see him?"

Hesitantly, Ellie replied, "I suppose as long as you allow us to be of some assistance."

He did not seem at all fond of having three girls helping him walk, but he chose not to focus on that aspect.

As they walked, she filled him in on what was going on. "The villagers are nervous, Eragon. They want to know what happened, so you better have a good story."

They aided him up the stairs, but let him stay by his Uncle's side alone upon his request.

The girls waited in silence for two hours, barely touching the food Elain had given them. Horst brought Eragon down and, sure enough, they questioned him.

He spun a good tale—a tale the girls almost believed, had they not known the truth. "Does Roran know?" He asked.

Rebecca's head snapped up upon hearing his name and shook her head. "Horst's sons left about ten minutes ago. It'll be a few days before he knows."

"Eragon," Elain said. "You need to rest, why don't you take a room upstairs." He thanked her and went upstairs, weeping silently as he lay, unable to sleep.

The door creaked as Ellie opened it and slipped into the room. "What are you doing?" He whispered hoarsely.

"You aren't exactly a silent crier. I wanted to make sure you were alright."

He smiled weakly. "Will you tell me about your home, Ellie?"

She nodded and they fell asleep with thoughts of vehicles moving without horses, of crazy people who think they can take purses from the quintet, of her family, and of the two people she missed the most in any world—Brooke and Meg.

When the woke, Rebecca and Sarah were with them and their faces were stained with tears. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked away, unable to feel anything but guilt.

"So he is dead." Eragon said, his voice heavy with an emotion that was all too familiar to them.

"What are you going to do?" Sarah whispered.

"I must speak with Saphira." He replied quietly. "But in truth, I don't know."

Ellie knew not what to do. While Eragon sulked about the house, the girls called an impromptu meeting in a room that belonged to one of Horst's sons.

"What are we going to do?" Rebecca whispered, her mind distant.

"What the heck can we do?" Sarah snapped. "We're trapped here with a freaking dragon rider and a corrupt government accompanied with an entire empire after our only friend in this world. Not to mention, Meg and Brooke are somewhere out there, I saw them coming before I went down."

"We're here for a reason," Ellie insisted. "But I don't know why."

"I miss my family." Rebecca added. "But something tells me we won't even be given the chance to go home until we complete this, whatever 'this' is."

They nodded their agreement and fell silent. There was a knock on the door and in came Eragon. "Saphira and I have agreed. We are leaving to go after Garrow's killers. We understand you would not wish to go with us, but we thought you'd want to know."

"Hold on, dragon boy." Sarah said. "We have a job to stop whoever killed your Uncle and to find our friends. We're coming with you."

"But-"

"Eragon!" Rebecca exclaimed with a laugh. "No, 'buts.' We're coming with you. When do we leave?"

"Now, while Horst and Elain are preoccupied."

The girls did not complain about their sudden escapade, in fact, they enjoyed it—minus the thievery.

After they had gathered the proper supplies, they met at a barn where they "borrowed" horses and started to leave. They hadn't even climbed into the saddles yet, when someone said, "Going somewhere?"

They all jumped and Rebecca and Ellie covered Sarah's mouth to mute her scream. "You son of a-" Sarah found it appropriate to clamp her hand over Rebecca's mouth, which became very dirty when she was scared.

"Forgive me, ladies, I did not mean to frighten you."

Sarah licked their hands, which retreated to their respectful owners and were promptly wiped on their shirts.

Ellie didn't even pay attention to the conversation between the old man and their friend. She caught the basics as she was certain her companions had as well, such as Brom knowing Eragon had a dragon and that they were leaving to avenge Garrow's death; he also mentioned something about joining them in their utterly stupid quest. However, their minds were somewhere else.

They didn't know how, but they knew Meg and Brooke were in trouble and it made them squirm from their uselessness.

Finally, they followed Eragon into the woods where they remained for several days—much to the girls anger. Everything was slow. There were only questions and answers and no action. They needed to help their friends (wherever they were) but they couldn't do that stuck with a healing dragon rider and an old man.