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I usually wasn't rude, pushy, or aggressive to my friends, but I had gotten angry. The knife was overboard, but I did stay next to the door after I left to wait for Raweru, and I heard what she said. I know she had been offended and hurt, but still; telling Eragon that? But if I overlooked that part, Raweru was a genius! She knew how to get around Eragon and Arya. We had somehow known that we would meet afterwards and fly off after Eragon, Arya, and Murtagh did. Murtagh. I still couldn't shake how strange it was that Raweru was Murtagh's daughter, but not Nasuada's. She had Murtagh's tan, but lighter skin, but her eyes were grey, a gray that seemed to reflect like steel. Her face was slightly elvish, I could tell from her beautiful features, but like Eragon's, they were rugged and tougher from Murtagh's side. But before I could think much more, Raweru slammed the great, oaken doors closed, and her face was twisted with fury. She yelled, "I shouldn't haave brought the child in, but Eragon was horrid! Vraela, we must find Meirin before he does. If we don't, he will mock us and push us around more than ever, and he will have an eternity to do it." I nodded, and we ran to our trees quickly.
Something I had only told Eragon, Arya, and Raweru was that my scar, courtesy of Galbatorix/Shade Galbatorix, now troubled me when danger was close at hand. The harder it pulsed, the closer, or more deadly, the threat was. And right now, my green decor burned like a thousand suns. Something told me that we had to go, or something worse than what I was sensing would happen, but what was ahead wouldn't be easy, either. I took my emerald circlet in which I sometimes stored my excess electricity (and lightning is almosst pure magic energy), and replaced the throwing knife I'd "given" to Eragon. We met in Izlanzadi Plaza, called our dragons, and set out towards the West. As we approached the West Gate, I asked Raweru, "Where do you suppose Meirin is going?" She said, "I believe Meirin would do the opposite of what we expect, and we figure he will go to the werecats. Who is opposite of werecats?" I thought, then said, "Dwarves. Cats hate the underground, and many werecats have good relations with elves. And if he went to the humans, he would be going the same way as if to the werecats or even the Urgals." Raweru nodded, and after passing through the West Gate, we turned South, towards the mountain cities.
~Time Skip~
When we arrived at the Beors, and even though I'd seen them many times before, their sheer size and height still befuddled me. We were following the Az Ragni, and we were drawing close to Farthen Dur. And soon enough, the rounded peak of it's mouth. The trumpeting of horns echoed over the giant hills, and I signaled with my hands that we should approach slower, so not to alarm the dwarves. We landed on a large ledge with stone doors carved into the mountainside on it, and the doors quickly opened, revealing welcoming dwarves. Many were curious as to why we were here, but I declined food and questions until King Orik appeared. He and I had met, though it was brief and during an attack by still rebelling Empire soldiers, but Raweru had become great friends with all dwarves, as she could summon gems from the earth and mold them any way imaginable with her mind alone.
He greeted her happily, "Oei! I have missed you, Gem Fingers! And your talents!" She laughed, but when she caught my eye, she remembered why we were here. She straightened and asked, "We came wondering if a young Rider, a werecat boy with brown hair, has come through." Orik suddenly looked upset. He motioned for us to follow, and I quickly told Emerald, 'Go fly. We will be fine. Orik is a friend. And mind you, don't eat any Feldnost!' She snorted and replied, 'I wouldn't even if you didn't say. I tried once, but they were to furry, and tasted like...' I didn't even want to know, but sharing a mind with her, I did. 'When did you eat a soldier?!' She huffed hotly, 'The Varden would have killed him anyway, and I only tasted; I never swallowed.' This was strange to me, but I put it out of mind, and followed Orik and Raweru as Argeta and Emerald flew away.
~Time Skip~
When we finished walking through the many, twisting halls and staircases, we arrived in a large study, a short desk with simple wooden chairs gathered around it. Orik sat behind the desk, then motioned for us to sit. We sat as Orik sighed and said, "Yes, we have seen this young Rider." Raweru's eyes widened and she inquired, "When? Where? Is he still here?" Orik put out one hand to calm her, and I admit, I almost let loose some serious winds. Orik said, "No, he came, acted as a friend, eating and drinking merrily, and then, set fire to our bazaar, and flew away. He left only an hour ago." I cursed. We should have been faster! I asked, "Were any dwarves hurt?" He shook his head, and I sighed, relieved. The last thing we needed was the families of dead dwarves cursing the Riders when the werecats and Urgals might already be ready to start another war.
Raweru asked, "Did you see which direction he went?" Orik nodded, and went to a bookshelf, pulled out a scroll, and set it on the table. He slowly unfurled it, and when it opened, I saw..."Raweru!" I tackled her tot the ground as a poisoned dart flew out, Meirin's speciality. She hadn't seen the dart though, and pushed me off. She looked at me and said indignantly, "What was that about? We were just going to see a map or something!" I was silent, but pointed to the wall that the dart had imbued itself in, the stone melting into a liquid. Raweru's eyes widened, ands she apologized, "Sorry, Vraela. But if I know anything, this means..." Orik still stood at the desk side, but now he laughed evilly, and with a quick flash, he was gone, and Meirin was standing there. He sneered, "Take your own advice, Master. You always told me to be aware." Raweru slid her hand down to the floor, and touched the stone, but before she could attack, Meirin ran forward and yelled, "Aptr!" And she flew into the wall, a bookcase crashing down on top of her. I knew she was alright though, and quickly kicked Meirin's feet out from under him, and with a screech, he landed on his back. But as I scrambled to my feet, the werecat transformed into a cat, and pounced on me, knocking me back to the floor.
For a while, I could only see the green flashes I released and brown, tabby fur, until a sudden crash, yelp, and Meirin was gone. I looked to the direction of the crash, where Raweru had forced the bookcase off her back and thrown a high-speed, power-ridden rock at Meirin, and he was whimpering at the other end of the room, splayed against the wall. I said, "Thank you, Raweru. What should we do with Meirin, then?" She shrugged, and suddenly looked worried. She voiced her thoughts, her voice unstable, "Where... Where is the real Orik?" Meirin recovered enough to cackle, "Like anyone needed that midget? Besides, the dwarves will hate you when they find the Riders kidnapped, then killed their king." I felt the color drain from my face. I stormed up to the limp werecat, picked him up by the scruff, and growled, "What do you mean, traitor?" He suddenly turned human, grappled me to the ground, then took a round, hollow reed, and put two darts in, and before we could even move, he shot, and we collapsed.