I only own my own OCs. I'll say this for your benefit; mental speech in ' ' and ancient language translations at the bottom. So I give you one command: Read, read, read! And then, I'll write, write, write! Please review! And Alera, I hope you finally got to this chapter. ;)

Did I mention that Eragon was heavy? He weighed on my already overworked body, and it didn't help he was muttering about seven toes (dwarves have seven toes on each foot, in case you didn't know). I had taken one of Eragon's arms and draped it over my shoulder, but it wasn't helping with the weight. I was feeling the pain of death still growing, and I was feeling weaker with every step. We walked into the woods outside of Alfa Hjerta, Meirin's enraged yells echoing behind us. We knew they would be searching for us soon, so we tried to hurry, but the Head Rider was hard to haul. Eragon groaned, and muttered, "I... I can walk now." I didn't believe it, as an hour after I'd died the first time I tied to walk, and entirely collapsed. I didn't want to let him try, but I held one arm lightly as he stood alone, and hit the dirt. I stooped over, and asked, "Are you alright?" He grumbled, "Yeah... No..." I wasn't surprised. When you die and come back that way, if a wound killed you, it healed that enough so you wouldn't die, and if by magic, the spell was no longer under its affects.

I suddenly heard a twig snap, and I whipped around, lightning flickering weakly between my fingers and in my hair. I saw a sudden flash of red, and Murtagh was in front of me in the trees! I sighed and released the electricity. I said, "Oh, its just you. I thought you were Meirin." Murtagh murmured, "That's a bit insulting. What happened with Eragon?" I rolled my eyes and said, "He died, that's what." Murtagh leaned over and touched Eragon's forehead, and said, "He just needs rest. We should make camp, but not here." I nodded, and said, "Well, I get some dinner." I looked on the trees right next to me and found some herbs and wild plants, then I smashed them between rocks into a mash. I gave it to everyone, a mix to help our strength regenerate faster. We started walking again, this time Murtagh dragging Eragon along with me, as fast as we could towards the North Gate. It would take until sundown at least, and about a quarter of the way there... "Eragon! Vraela! Arya! Murtagh!" I turned and hissed at Alera, "Be quiet! Meirin might hear! But its good to see you guys." Orik, Raweru, and Alera had joined us. After about fifty seconds, though, we had to continue on.

~Time Skip~

About halfway, Raweru plainly said, "Why don't we just teleport?" I felt rather stupid for not thinking of that. Arya had been using magic to sustain Eragon's wound from further damage, and Murtagh had been fighting hard, so I had to do the spell with Raweru. I gripped her hands and we softly chanted the spell, and with my low energy level falling to entirely empty, we dematerialized and reappeared next to the North Gate, as teleportation in or out of Skulblaka was stopped by the barrier, so we got as close as we could. I took one step towards the stone arch of the North Gate, and bluntly fell to the ground.

~Raweru's POV~

Thanks a lot for passing out, Vraela. I had to carry her all the way to Ceris. And even though she was really light, she was still hard to carry when she sparked with every step. When we got to Ceris, I was drop dead tired, and my hair was standing about two feet up from the static. She had died three times, yes, but she hadn't had to pack an electrical storm about fifty leagues. When we got there, I dropped as hard as Vraela when we got into the honorary rooms. That was one thing we could count on; the elves support. As Arya was one of us, and the elves adored their queen. I dropped onto the bed, and I fell asleep as quickly as I could. But whenever danger was around, like Vraela's scar's burned, I could see things of importance in my sleep. Unfortunately, this was one of those nights. I was a shimmering copy of myself, transparent, was hovering next to a crumbing pile of rock, that I recognized too well. The posts around the edge Izlandzadi Plaza had been charred to a crisp, most likely by Meirin's rage, and the platform's remains were smashed to small bits. I didn't see any dead Riders, which could be good or bad. I had learned how to move by just leaning in the direction I wanted to go, and I turned towards two figures at the door of the Great Hall. I had found that no one could see me in this form, so I floated right next to the two; an Urgal, and my least favorite werecat, Meirin.

Meirin glared at the Urgal and said in mock sadly, "I'm disappointed in you, Yarbog. I used your position for a reason. You were the second in command to Roran Stronghammer. You should have been able to invite Roran here. All veterans look up to him, and the humans find him intriguing. Now, you had better lure him here by the next empty sky, or your already destroyed mind will be completely worthless, and I don't like worthless." Yarbog... I'd heard about Yarbog. Roran had wrestled him, and won. Yarbog was with Meirin now, though? But at a closer look, I saw his eyes were glazed over, just like the hypnotized Kull from Meirin's first attack. If I had been there in person, I would have blocked the spell's chain, but I had to settle for watching. A short dwarf suddenly ran up and urgently pleaded, "Sir Meirin! The army is ready to march! We await your signal." Meirin nodded and said thoughtfully, "Then we're ready. Get Glenma." Glenma was his dragon, a pure black creature that had always been the polar opposite of Meirin. When they first bonded, I wasn't sure they had truly taken to each other. The dwarf nodded, and ran off. Meirin chuckled, and said, "Go, Yarbog. Meet Jubian. You know your assignment from here." Yarbog nodded and walked away.

Meirin yelled over his shoulder, "Glenma! Come along!" The pitch-black dragon had been roosting in a nearby tree, and now leapt down. Meirin stroked her and said, "We'll get what we want. We always do. Dwarf! Get Glenma a cow carcass, and tell the warriors we attack-" "Raweru, wake up! It's noon!" Arya's voice was suddenly echoing in my mind, and I woke up. She looked at me and said, "Are you alright? You seem pale." I nodded, and said blantly, "We have a problem."