I only own my own OCs. I guess I should start doing my blabber again to remind you people, so mental speech in ' ' and ancient language translations at the bottom of the page. Please review and follow! :)
Something was wrong with Eragon and Raweru. First, Raweru throws a second hammer at Eragon, but this time it nailed his shoulder, dislocating it, which Arya quickly healed and restrained Raweru (with resistance) to her chair. Once Eragon and Raweru had made a peace agreement, reluctantly releasing the magic on Raweru, the craziest thing began. Eragon yelled, "I'll pin his head to my door! I'll feed his blood to Saphira, and his skin will line my blankets!" No one spoke; Arya was horrified, Raweru smiled, enjoying the thought, and I just stared at Eragon. Had I done that when I talked to him? Maybe I should have let him sulk. It's better than barbarian-mental-case Eragon I was seeing. Raweru, on the other hand, was suddenly more bloodthirsty than usual. After being released, she immediately formed a wooden club, and started whacking the floor, a crazed grin swallowing her face. Something had gotten to her, and when she's bothered at all, it tips the scales, sending her over the edge.
After the meeting, I was excited. Eragon and Raweru had planned a scheme, and even Arya had to admit, that revenge was going to be sweet. And the best part; we attack at midnight, so I don't have to wait. I decided to check on Alera, who was still immobile. I wandered through the streets, and after awhile, I found the birch tree she lived in. I knocked on the door, and she called, "Come in!" I opened the door to see that her house was half death trap, half library. The walls were lined with bookcases, scrolls, a werelight hanging from the ceiling stabbed by knives, and the floor was polished wood, but stained by red spots. We all know what those "red spots" are. I walked through the entry room and entered the kitchen, which was even scarier than the entry. The walls were covered with bloodstained weapons, shaped by all of the Alegasian races, and the tables were covered in raw meat, cutting knives, and cream canisters. I shuddered and kept walking, coming to the bedroom, where Alera was lying on red silk blankets, her forearms, legs, and forehead wrapped in white cloth.
She called, "Hey! I've been expecting you." I replied, "I had to see how you were doing." Alera grabbed a can of cream from her bedside and ripped it open with her teeth, then draining it. She muttered, "Could be better. If you talked to any other werecat, they'd tell you cream is for kits, but they don't realize how good it tastes." I barely managed to maintain a straight face when she said that. She threw the can at the wall and continued, "Course, I'd feel even better if I was attacking with you tonight." I winced; she wasn't supposed to know about the strike force. I muttered, "I, I um-" "It's okay. I know the reasons. Eragon gave me the entire, five parchment long list." I laughed and said, "Yeah, he'll do that." I guess it's his thing." She shrugged, and suddenly looked uncomfortable. She looked away as she said, "I've been wondering... What were you doing there?" I blinked, confused, and she restarted, "Well, I could see why Meirin hates Raweru, Eragon, and Ayra, but why you?" I sighed; I had to spill at some point.
I murmured, "He once was a kind, caring child. I met him when I brought an egg to Osilon, he had been running in the streets, he took a bet with his friends that he would wake a dragon, and he did. He was immediately taken to Skulblaka Hjerta for training. I taught young trainees physical combat and magical defense, and as Meirin was the only of his race, I was kind to him, and he enjoyed my compassion, until he realized that he was shunned by the other trainees for spending much time with me. He immediately blamed me, and began trying to find comfort in others. But the other races mainly kept to themselves, except for the Urgals. They had been outcasts themselves, and gladly accepted Meirin." I shook my head as I remembered what happened next. "He secretly switched to living in the Urgal city, and I found he also traded classes to speak often with an Urgal that was a past shaman. They seemed to practice harmless magics, but Meirin was learning how to control many minds at once; a last resort of an Urgal shaman. And one day, Eragon declared a that any Rider that wished to could travel home for a fortnight, but didn't return for two fortnights."
Alera cut in, "This is true. I was his neighbor, and he ran away to Ceris when he was ten, and I moved in a week after. When he returned, his parents didn't recognize him, and he ran down the street, and he knocked into me as he ran by, and we both fell. He yelled at me, but I spoke kindly to him, trying to ease his anger, and it worked. He spent his vacation with me, but when he asked to court me, I didn't know him well enough to say yes, and he flew into a rage when I refused. He left, but feeling guilty, I followed him. He traveled to an Urgal village, deep in the mountains of the Spine, and all the Urgals from Skulblaka Hjerta were gathered. He used the tricks you say this Urgal taught him, and the Urgals lifelessly followed in single file. I had been startled by this frightening display, and fled, and a lost dragon, and we bonded. She is actually upstairs right now. But the next day, the day Meirin attempted to dethrone Eragon, Urgals captured me when I was walking through Du Weldenvarden." I looked down and said, "I was the source of this war, weren't I?" Alera said, "No. Meirin's hate caused this all." I looked to Alera and said, "Your going to sneak along with the strike force, aren't you?" She smiled and said, "Of course."