I woke up in cold sweat and shivered. "Some dreams aren't worth falling asleep for," I muttered. Suddenly I remembered my dream trip to Murtagh and the message I hadn't delivered yet. Quickly I got out of bed and pulled on my trainers and school coat. Then I crept downstairs; it was four in the morning so no one was about. Quietly I slipped through the door silent as a shadow and jogged down to the fields where my friends were sleeping.
As I neared the field I heard voices. Quietly I climbed up the hill and saw Eragon consoling Arya. She was crying? Was this the same elf as in the book that had actually happened? I strained my ears to hear what they were saying. "I miss him," sobbed Arya. Eragons brow was furrowed and his arms wrapped protectively around her back. He looked down hiding his face in her hair and said, his voice muffled and slightly choked, "I know. But we will avenge them. Murtagh will face his fate- no one kills a rider and gets away with it.
'Oh, they were talking about Oromis and Glaedr who had died in battle just one week ago, slain by Murtagh's hand and Galbatorix's slyness.'
She had her head on Eragon's shoulder; her tears soaking into his tunic and he wasn't shocked or angry I realized in amazement. Something like this must have happened before I thought, trying to remember any other off days. When we went shopping could fit- they must have been talking about Oromis that day she was so out of character!
Suddenly Saphira snorted behind me and I whizzed around guiltily. "Spying on the not-so couple like me?" she asked in my mind.
"I guess I am," I whispered whilst smiling sheepishly.
Then Saphira surprised me by grabbing me in her talons and swooping me over to the tents into plain view of the odd couple. Eragon and Arya sprung apart bright red whilst Saphira made her throaty raspy sound that was dragon laughing. Arya stormed off to her tent and Eragon was going to do the same but Saphira caught him in her talons and held him back.
"Saphira," he growled hitting her paw with his fists like a little toddler. "Let me down. I do NOT appreciate you spying on me."
"Stop it. Lily has something to tell you." He turned his angry gaze on me.
"Well last night I had a dream. And in it Murtagh was there." I paused waiting for his reaction. But he seemed to be urging me on. I carried on, ever hesitating. "And he gave me a message to give on to you. He said that he was sorry and he's going to make peace with the Varden." I rushed peeking up through my hair at a stunned Eragon. (I decided not to mention the bit for Nasuada) "Um, OK. Have you had these dreams often? Would you be able to pass on another message?" he asked.
"I don't know; I could try."
"OK then. At least we know he's trying to make amends."
"Yeah. I hope this wasn't just a scheme set up by Galbatorix to fool us into trusting Murtagh," I said anxiously. "Anyway I got to go get ready for the first day of school," I groaned.
"What will we do?"
"Hadn't thought of that. You could just fly around a bit but high enough that people would think Saphira's just a big bird. Can you get into my mind from in the sky? Then we can still communicate."
"Yeah," he replied quite confidently.
"OK then. Tell Arya. I figure she's still annoyed with us."
"Right. That will be a fun conversation when she's like this."
"Think I'll leave now then. Talk to you later." With that I walked slowly back to the house contemplating what had just occurred.