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~Raweru's POV~

I was such a coward. I ran away when Vraela had been attacked, and I didn't even look back. I had abandoned Vraela just because she told me to leave. How pathetic was that? I should have made a rock wall, or some guard to push away the dwarves and crush Meirin; anything but what I did. And the worst part was I didn't even feel guilty. I almost told Argeta to turn around and get Vraela, but I knew with that many dwarves, I would only be captured myself. So, I had no choice but the press on. But that didn't change that I had left her.

I pulled a shard of mirror from my saddlebags and I muttered gloomily the phrase for reflecting, and I saw Eragon's form come into focus. I said sadly, "Hello, Eragon." He must have heard the sad tone in my voice, because he asked, "What's wrong?" I closed my eyes to hide my glassy eyed-look, and said, "Vraela. He took Vraela!" He stared at me, not understanding, and I admitted, "She was held down by some dwarves who turned, and she made me leave." He suddenly glared at me and yelled, "Why did you leave? You should have helped!" I protested, "Eragon, I would have, but she was right! What good can we do if we're captured? Nothing!"

I saw Eragon huff, but then he said, "You do have a point. Fine, but where is she?" I said, "They cornered us in Izlandzadi Plaza. But where are Arya and Murtagh? In fact, where are you?" He said, "Murtagh and Arya went to Utgard, and I'm in Uru'baen. Nasuada just arrived, and I was ensuring her safety. Can you meet me there?" I was about to answer, when an evil laugh echoed, and it sounded like it was in the mirror. Meirin. I wanted so badly to squash him under a rock, but breaking the glass wouldn't help. Meirin coldly said, "Well, I know everything I need to know now. And please, don't stay where you are. It will help convince the remaining dwarves to attack freely."

I threatened, "Barzuln, you yellow-bellied, disgusting, gross, dung-sniffing toad! I should have dropped you in a gorge when I had the chance!" I could have raged on a lot longer, but the worst happened. I hadn't thought about how the dwarvish Riders would hear, and how they would react. And now, I found that out. The only dwarf I didn't see in the crowd was Alaster, but that didn't surprise me. He was the type to stay loyal. I would have called Argeta, but it would have just put her in danger, too, and I couldn't do that to her. So I was on my own against an army of angry dwarves and dragons. Yeah, this was going to go well... not. I couldn't hurt them. If I did, they would still blame us after we cleared up the Orik problem, so that wasn't an option.

I looked to Eragon, and said, "You might be waiting a while." And the screen shattered. I looked to the left, and I saw Jondas, a dwarf Alaster trained once he became a full Rider, his hands filled with light, illuminating his rage-filled face. He yelled, "You killed Orik! I'll kill you!" He ran forward, but I dodged, pulling to the side as he charged. He growled, "I will make a fountain of your blood in Orik's tomb! His throne will be re-cushioned by your skin!" He went too far. I yelled, and the ground under him shot up, making him fly in the air, but as he landed, I pulled soft clay up, and he landed with just a few bruises, but the sticky clay held him down. Unfortunately, the other dwarves still advanced. And at the center of the bristling crowd... Meirin. I was going to end this. I forced the rocks under me to lift, and I shot through the air towards Meirin, who still stood, smiling like the idiot he was. I drew Arget, and sliced down, cutting the shoulder, and Arget fell and dug deeper, until the arm fell off. Meirin stopped smiling, but I hated what happened next. The dwarves watched, horrified, as his body slowly turned to wood, moss, and grass, but they seemed to see him dying. I realized what had happened; that was only another decoy set by Meirin to make the Riders seem evil, and he bewitched it so only I could see it for what it was.

I ripped Arget out, and for a moment, I saw the same as the dwarves; a half-limbed werecat, his face stretched in agony. I blinked, and the vision was gone, but it had seemed so real, I almost believed the wood creature was the fake. But I saw the figure drop to it's knees, and in Meirin's voice, only scared, pained, "Avenge... Me... Avenge Orik..." And Meirin's copy fell on its face. The dwarves understood his "final message;" torture and kill the Riders who opposed us. The dwarves started throwing weapons rapidly, and if not for my wards, I would have died from the axes, hammers, pikes, swords, knives, and oddities. I still flinched every time something bounced away, but I had to do something besides wait until my wards faded. I scanned the area for something to help me, but nothing... Wait, was that- "Eragon! Here, Eragon!" The dwarves looked away for a moment, and seemed to think Eragon was coming to help them, as he was a dwarf (politically). I saw Sahpira's glowing scales, and I began to push through the crowd, managing to get to the edge. I waved at Eragon, and he landed next to me and yelled, "Get on!" I jumped from Saphira's foreleg, to her shoulder, then behind a spike on her back.

We lifted off, and the dwarves leaped onto their dragons, too, though their dragons were no match for Saphira's speed and stamina, which I shared with her to appease her slightly angry mood. She had seemed mad about my insult about Arya's miscarriage, but she understood that it was meaningless words of anger. I asked Eragon, "How did you get here so quickly? We are only a few leagues off Skulblaka Hjerta's border, and you were in Uru'baen." He told me, "The Eldunari showed me a spell that allows me to transport living things. So I moved us a few leagues from the location I tracked you to when we talked." I nodded, but though I would never say so, I was impressed. He was actually pretty powerful, and though I always liked to think I was the most powerful Rider, but it was obvious Eragon was, and always would.

My slightly happier mood faded, remembering that Vraela was still missing. All this, it didn't feel right live this. She deserved a real life, after all her suffering and torment, it was the only option. The only thing good enough for her was a perfect life, no problems; anything short of flawless would be cruel. I shook these thoughts away; they weren't helping anyone, especially not Vraela. I tapped Eragon's shoulder and said, "Go to Uru'baen. Now." He screwed up his face, confused, and asked, "But what about Vraela?" I told him, "Call Arya. She'll be going to Uru'baen." He looked at me questioningly and asked, "How would you know?" I had a feeling about Meirin's plans, but that wouldn't satisfy Eragon, so I said, "I think she might have a problem." Eragon's eyes widened, and I said, "Think about it. Meirin is targeting major obstacles in becoming Head Rider, and three of them are in the same city, and two more are going that direction. Who wouldn't?" He nodded grimly, and pulled his mirror shard out of his saddlebags, and reflected to Arya. When her raven-black hair and chiseled features appeared in the mirror, Eragon seemed to loosen up, and said, "Arya. At least your okay."

She frowned and asked, "Why wouldn't I be?" I butted in, and said, "Meirin may be on his way to attack you, so be prepared." She nodded, and Eragon spoke with her for awhile. The rest of the ride to Uru'baen, and I sat, thinking of how I would destroy Meirin.