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Okay. Being killed three times was extreme, but tying me to a stone and killing me and my friends with a crowd; over the line. I had died three times before the crowd of Riders came, and every time was like my veins becoming ice, then rapidly boiling. When I died, it was like a dream; standing in a black void, nothing more than black and emptiness in every direction. Was that supposed to be the Afterlife? If it was, I didn't feel like staying permanently. Then, it felt like someone attached a cord to my spine, and was yanking me back to the living world. And when I'd wake, I be barely stronger than when I died; just enough to keep me alive. Every time I died, what I died of healed slightly, the pain remaining, the stress of it gone, so more punishment could be inflicted. Yay. I could die and die again. But I was more worried about Alera, the werecat girl. I had heard Meirin yell her name, and when they stopped to clean their weapons, I comforted her. She was in much worse shape than I was. Meirin hated her even more than us, and that's hard to do.

She was next to Raweru, which made me feel she was slightly safer, but it didn't change the fact Meirin wanted to kill us multiple times. I started to pull on the stupid chains again, but they wouldn't budge. No matter how hard I tugged, it stayed solid. Solid. Wait... I knew the chains blocked magic, but it couldn't stop me from moving. And lightning had become as much a part of me as my arms or legs. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard, trying to feel the sky. Weather in general would be helpful. Precipitation I could make ice daggers, clouds I could make a fog to confuse, but the sky had different plans. I looked up, and realized the roof was blocking my ability to pull down weather, as I could usual summon clouds. I looked to Raweru, motioned as small as I could at the ceiling, and she seemed to understand. I closed her eyes, and started pulling at the silk. But not quick enough. Meirin was poised with the curved sword hovering over Eragon's head, and he raised the blade to deliver the blow. He yelled, "Your blood will be my ink!" And the sword crashed down, though I refused to look. I heard Arya scream, "Eragon!" Orik cursed under his breath repetitively, but I had to focus. Clouds. Clouds. And a moment later, the granite overhead cracked, sending rubble crashing down in large chunks. I held my arms out, and a falling stone crushed the links in the middle of the chain, the half of the chains still dragging from my wrists.

I ran (actually stumbled) over the rocks blindly in the dust, headed towards the center pillar. Maybe I could still save Eragon. Meirin knows that if he revived him, he might be defeated, so he... I froze. The shadowy form of Meirin was hunched over Eragon's, and his hand on his throat. Why would Meirin do that? I crept up slowly, trying to keep my chains from clinking, and heard Meirin mutter the Word. I shuddered silently, and crouched behind a large rock. To the side, I could see Arya had also broken free, but was on her knees, weeping, Orik leaning and comforting her. I heard Eragon cough, and I felt like singing. He was alive! I decided this was the time to act, before he killed Eragon again, and I tossed my chains towards him. One chain caught on his neck, one on his leg, and he roared, "What is going on?" I tugged as hard as I could, and he toppled down, and I rushed forward, placing myself on Meirin's back, and I ripped his arms behind him. I yelled, "Arya! He's alive, but you have to get him! I don't know how long I can hold him!" I had been weak already, but now, I was feeling light-headed, and my grip on Meirin was swaying. I held tight though, and heard as Arya rushed to Eragon's side to my left.

I now was losing my grip fast, and Arya was dragging Eragon away slowly. I yelled to Emerald, 'Where are you? Help Arya!' She answered desperately, 'I can't! When I helped your friends, they gave me charge to protect Argeta, and these pesky dwarves are swarming around my claws! I'm having a challenge keeping Argeta from their greedy paws.' I groaned, and Meirin took this for weakness, using my desperation as an escape, he flipped over, and I was on the bottom this time. He glared at me fiercely, until he muttered the Word, and with a scream and searing pain, I was back in the void. I floated in the darkness, ground and air gone, and I looked for something I could escape through. I remembered a legend about a backdoor to the Afterlife, so I floated, looking like every time. If Meirin was expecting me to stay down until he wanted and I woke up, he would be confused, and we could attack freely. But before I could, the cord yanked on my spine, and I saw a flash of light. My eyes fluttered open, and I was alive again. Too bad. The Afterlife was growing on me.

Meirin was still over me, but now, he must have realized I would be too weak to try and escape, and scoffed, "Pathetic. You can't even protect yourself, much less your friends." I couldn't tell who he was talking to, but when I caught a glimpse to the side, I saw Arya still slowly dragging Eragon's limp figure away, and now that the dust was clearing, I could tell that Alera and Raweru were gone. I, as usual, was stuck being the last one; the bait. I wasn't going to just lie down though. I grabbed farther up my chains, and I re-threw them over Meirin's back, and yanked. I pulled as hard as I could, and Meirin fell on his hip. I quickly unraveled myself from him and ran over the rubble towards Arya. I grabbed Eragon's other arm and helped her take him, Meirin yelling in rage behind us.