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The doors of Dras-Leona were entirely sealed. Inescapable. Impenetrable. All I had done to escape had amounted to this. And to top it off, a red dragon was in the city, and always watching.
Not even to Uru'baen, and we were out of ideas. I didn't know what to do, and the nightmares became so real, that I felt that I had brushed against Eragon as he ran from shadowy figures, a vision that had joined the others.
~Day Of Designated Siege~
I never knew what was happening. I just heard the war horns and adjusted my armor. I clambered onto Emerald, and we worked our way to the front of the brigades. I drew Laufsbläd, which I had carved vines into the leather grip in my spare time, and held it to the air.
The doors creaked open, and all hell broke loose. The time blurred. My arm sliced, mauled, and destroyed. Everything was red, and never did they hit me or Emerald. Her armor worked well, and only once I'd gotten into a rhythm of fly, attack, then crush, the enemies thinned, and we had won.
The entire battle seemed not to have happened even. It scared me, how Orrin was right. I did feel blood lust. I wanted to see Galbatorix drown in the blood of those he destroyed. And even that didn't feel like enough punishment.
Afterwards, I saw that my vision was right. Eragon told me that Wyrden died, but I cut him off. "Impaled by sharpened crystals. I had a vision." Eragon looked surprised, but didn't question me. I was grateful for that.
I attended his death ceremony, and saw the wonderful the way he was buried. I told Arya afterwards, "If I don't live through this war, plant an apple tree over me." She told me, "You won't die, but know this: I like birches." I laughed softly, but I knew it was perfectly possible we both might not live.
We all returned to our tents, wordlessly, all grieving for Wyrden. I managed to fall asleep, and my visions didn't bother me. But to what I got, I liked that idea better.
I was back in the throne room of Uru'baen, standing in front of Galbatorix. He said, "Hello, daughter." I screamed and backed away, finding Laufsbläd wasn't at my side. Galbatorix said, "Do not fear me yet child. I have yet to punish you for running away, but my new Foresworn member will bring you in. But just to be sure, I'd better make sure you can't fight back!"
He drew Vrangr, and attacked. I had nothing to defend with, so I dodged, but Galbatorix was faster. I had a moment to think, 'Its a dream. He can't kill me.' Never have I been more wrong. I felt Vrangr's cold, white metal slide into my chest, right between my ribs.
I coughed blood, and Galbatorix said, "My dear, an old friend is coming. I hope you enjoy seeing him." He laughed that special way, and I woke up. I thought the wound was part of the dream, too, but blood flowed freely from my chest.
I stumbled over to Eragon's tent, and found he and Arya were inside, drinking faelnirv, but this faelnirv was drugged. But even slightly crazed, they knew blood when they saw it. Arya leapt up and asked, What happened?" I told her, "Never mind me, someone is going to try attacking the Varden soon."
Eragon touched my chest, and whispered, "Waíse heill." I felt the hole in my chest mend, but with all the blood I'd already lost, I stayed quite light-headed. I nodded and said, "Thanks." Suddenly, we heard a scream. I yelled, "Nasuada!"
We ran out of the tent, and soldiers were all around us, but Eragon became unsteady and fell. I knew Nasuada needed help, though, so I ran on. Arya ran sideways to help the elves, but I ran on. When I got to Nasuada's tent, a sad sight was before me. A man was dragging Nasuada by her wrists towards a red dragon nearby, but even that didn't amount to who was doing it.
Murtagh. I thought he might have been a nobleman after his conversation with Galbatorix, but he was obviously a Rider. I shook myself to reality, because he was the enemy now. I drew Laufsbläd, and knocked into Murtagh head on.
He didn't release Nasuada, but I hacked and pounded at his wards, until he drew his red sword and attacked me back. Even though he was only using one hand, he was too much. Many minds pressed on me, and I fell. Nasuada screamed, but it faded away...
Waíse heill= be healed