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"Duck!" Eragon dodged as an Urgal threw a metal club at his head, whistling past and crashing into the brush. The dragons flew over the small patch of woods we were running through, chased by mentally trapped Urgals. I yelled to Eragon, "I thought this was the silent way in!" He groaned and replied, "It was when I was scrying!" I roared as I wrestled an Urgal to the ground, knocking him on the head with the hilt of my sword. I launched myself forward, dealing blows that I was confident would not kill. Arya and Eragon were charging through the brush, followed closely by Raweru, who was chucking rocks everywhere, not caring how hard or who she hit. The dragons were grappling in the skies, but the size advantage of our dragons ended the sky battle quickly. They quickly landed, and I saw a flash of midnight fur, and stalled for a minute. Saphira and Firnen landed, and once Eragon and Arya had mounted, Arya called, "Don't dawdle! We don't have time to spare." I flashed back to the woods, seeing a purple mass, and beckoned to Emerald. By the time she had landed, Alera and her dragon, Lenora, a purple beast the size of a hut, appeared from the pines. Eragon fumed; "Why did you follow us?"
Alera called, "You think I'm going to let that maggot-infested leech to you? If it came down to it, you couldn't kill him. But I could. And I intend to." Before Eragon could say another word, Lenora pounced into the air, and I shrugged and said, "What can you do?" Eragon put his face in his hands, jolting as Saphira took off. I quickly followed. Emerald asked, 'I am confused; Was this not to be a stealth mission?' I assured her, and she continued, 'Then why do we fly where any can see us?' I rolled my eyes and said, 'I told Eragon the same thing! He is such a thick-headed bull sometimes.' Emerald snorted, 'Now I see why you used to moon over him; you're alike in this way.' I nearly growled; talk of my old loves so soon after losing Janir pained me. I ended the conversation by saying, 'He is a wet piece of bark in my hearth, something that shall not ignite while another still burns.' Emerald observed, 'You have become wise.' 'Would any other Council member agree to that?' 'I suppose not, but you act differently about them then before.' I scoffed, 'So I don't declare war on Eragon with Raweru! That is the only change.' Emerald chuffed in laughter, and I focused on the sky, and what was to come; the final battle.
~Time Skip~
After flying for an hour, we reached the heart of our home. The city was in chaos. Dark Riders were pillaging the homes of their faithful classmates, while from Izlandzadi Plaza, screaming was echoing down the streets. Small arguments were bursting out, thieves quarreling about their loot, and I saw a young elf girl, not even eight, being robbed by four Kull. I silently pleaded with a desperate look to Eragon, and he looked troubled, as if contemplating jumping out from the alley himself to help her. When he didn't answer, I took that as a yes, and muttered, "Slytha.". The Kula collapsed, and the child stood, confused. I stuck my head out the side, and beckoned her over. She saw my face, smiled widely, and raced quickly to our hiding place. She bowed and said softly, "Atra esterní ono thelduin. Thank you." I wanted to say we didn't have time for formalities, but Eragon responded in turn, and I quickly interjected, "We must hurry! Child, how many Riders haven't been influenced?" The girl said, "Many, but few still remain free. Any caught speaking ill of Meirin or positively of you is taken off the streets or from their rooms at night. I would say only ten of the hundred Riders above ground are not what we have been calling 'Eddyr Shur'tugal'." Empty Riders. You got that right. I asked her, "What is your name?" She said, "Alysa." I nodded, and said, "Well, Alysa, we need you to find these Riders and get them to come to Izlandzadi Plaza. Ten may not be many, but it is the best we can offer." Alysa nodded, and ran down the cobblestone street, leaping the sleeping Kull towards a small marron dragon, barely large enough to ride. She climbed on, and rode towards the East. I nodded at Eragon, and we mounted our dragons, and flew towards the plaza, possibly to our deaths.
Slytha- sleep
Eddyr Shur-tugal- Empty Riders
Sorry about the short length and the chapter! I've gotten caught up in my real life, which isn't as exciting as Vraela's sadly. Please review!