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~Raweru's POV~

When I woke up, I was still on the ground in Orik's study. Wait; Orik! I groaned and got up, the stone floor seemingly pulling me down, and I stumbled over to Vraela, who was still passed out on the floor nearby. I shook her awake, and whispered, "Come on, we have a certain Rider to destroy." Vraela hoisted herself up, pulled out a knife, and tossed it up in the air, and catching it again, smiling slyly. I gripped Arget's handle, thinking of how great it would be when I shoved the blade down Meirin's throat, when the dwarves stormed in. They looked around, one dwarf pointed at the carpet, and when they saw us, and started screeching bloody murder in dwarvish. I looked at the carpet, and saw that the blue wool was stained red. I looked back at the dwarves, and they had double-bladed swords in their hands now, and it didn't look like they wanted to help. Vraela threw one knife, and it slipped through the cuff of a dwarf's sleeve, nailing him to the wall, while I said, "Letta." And simply stopped the second dwarf.

Vraela looked at me and said, "Meirin planned this. He drew us here so we would be framed for Orik's disapperance!" I nodded, and said, "We have to get out of here." Vraela was on it. She took her second knife, broke open a window, and swung herself through. I quickly followed, and I fell about fifty feet until I muttered, "Letta." And about three feet from the ground, I stopped, but Vraela had merely manipulated the winds. We quickly landed and called Argeta and Emerald, but we had landed in the middle of the bazaar, and one of the dwarves we had fought upstairs had gotten down quicker than us. He was screaming in dwarvish, and the translation; "These Riders have killed Orik! A blood stain on the carpet is all we found! Kill the traitors!" I smiled, bent over, and tapped the stone below, and I could sense beautiful, glowing orbs of wealth, and I pulled them to the surface.

Within moments, the entire street was filling with jewels. The dwarves dropped all they were holding, knives, swords, and even a few held assorted flowers, and stared in awe at the wealth I had brought forward. They suddenly were yelling, entirely forgetting us, and rushed forward, grabbing as many gems as they could manage. I nudged Vraela, who had also been staring, but we slinked off down a side street, and met the dragons. When we were in the air, I looked at Vraela, utterly confused, and asked, "Why were you, Vraela Windrider, entranced by jewels?" She blushed, and said sheepishly, "I saw an Emerald, and it reminded me of, well, you know..." I laughed at this strange oddity, but I thought of Orik, my good friend, possibly dead, and I felt my happy mood melt away. I had to find him. This was my mess, my battle. And I wasn't one for losing.

I said, "Vraela, we need to find Meirin and Orik. As fast as possible, too." She nodded grimly, and suddenly looked panicked. She turned to me and said, "But if he is targeting rival leaders, and Nasuada and Arya are both in Skulblaka Hjerta..." I got the message. Meirin was going attempting to turn all races against the Riders, then make himself look like the only good Rider by destroying us, but tragically failing to save the leaders how would oppose him. I taught him trickery too well. The next time I saw him, I would feed him to Argeta, then possible pull him out and throw him off a cliff. I smiled, satisfied by this idea. I told Argeta, 'Can you get us to Skulblaka Hjerta before Meirin?' She snorted, 'If I couldn't outfly his dragon, I wouldn't be a worthy Elder dragon, would I?' I snickered under my breath, and the race began.

~Time Skip~ ~Vraela's POV~

When we arrived at the Southern Gate, there was no sign that Meirin had come by, so we were making good time. Argeta snorted a jet of flame into the stone, and the metal sunk into the ground, and we flew as quickly as we could towards Izlandzadi Plaza, where we could wait for Eragon, Arya, and Murtagh to return. When we entered the main hall, I quickly pulled a new shard of glass from my dress, and reflected to Eragon. When his face flickered into view, he saw me, and scowled. He closed his eyes and looked away, and said, "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" I glared at him and said, "Stop acting like a child and listen. We found Meirin, and-" "Wait, you left? How stupid are you? I gave you an order and you disobeyed me!" I cut in, "Hey, would you listen? Stop being a crying babe and listen to me! Meirin is targeting the leaders of races that oppose him, starting with Orik!" Eragon looked at me, suddenly concerned. He asked, "Orik? How do you know?"

I shifted uncomfortably, remembered Eragon and Orik were foster brothers, and said, "We went to Farthen Dur, and... Meirin had tricked the dwarves. Orik was... gone. The dwarves couldn't see him, and they blamed us." Eragon seemed to stagger, and I felt horrible I had to break it to him, and like this. I pulled him out of it by adding, "And we think he's aiming for Arya or Nasuada next." He shook his head, and a look of fury crossed onto his face, so strong, I was nervous. He must have draw Brisingr, because I heard sliding metal, and he growled, "Let him come." I never thought I'd calm down Eragon, but I said, "Eragon, keep your head on. You need to protect Nasuada and Arya!" That seemed to calm him, and I said, "Get home as quick as you can. Raweru and I are waiting in Izlandzadi Plaza." "I'm afraid that's not possible. You'll be busy with me." Meirin! Raweru pulled my dagger out of the table, still there from earlier, and quickly threw it at Meirin's head, but he deflected it with his sword.

He gave a murderer's smile and said, "Is that the best you can do?" I rushed forward, but suddenly, dwarves appeared and pinned me down. I was about to force them off when on put a cold blade on my throat. A threatening whisper said coldly, "You may be a Rider, but even Riders can bleed. I want to see more blood off you than gems Orik granted my people." I heard more swords, and a sudden crash, and I saw Raweru with a steel whip levitating around her, made from a candle-holder, and she began walking to me, but I screamed, "Find Eragon! Leave! NOW!" She stumbled at the force of my words, but then nodded, and the stone floor under her feet rose until she reached the ceiling, and she crawled out a hole. Meirin yelled, "What are you waiting for? Follow her! I'll deal with Lady Windrider." The dwarves suddenly pulled me up, still holding a knife to my throat and gripping my arms, and Meirin approached, and his brown sword seemed to be stained with red already from the sun, and he suddenly looked like an executioner.