This takes place right were Brisinger stops. Hope you like it
Revised chapter
Chapter 1
Alone
Eragon and Saphira POV.
5 leagues away from the Varden, in a small beautiful clearing covered with soft lush forest green grass and sky blue, sun yellow, and dark purple flowers, with a small crystal clear spring flowing along the edge of it, sat Eragon and Saphira. Eragon was leaning against Saphira's soft sapphire belly, gazing at the cloudless light blue sky, while Saphira was curled around her rider; her tail wrapped around him and her giant head resting next to his body, with her eyes closed, and her mind resting in a peaceful dream.
This peaceful sanctuary was where they came every day to escape from the troubles of other people and the painful war they fought in; the only time they left it was when the need arouse.
It had been a week since Oromis had left the world to enter the void and a week since Glaedr had gone into his golden eldunari and began to mourn the person who once shared his fierce but kind heart and soul. Ever since, what they thought of as fathers were taken from them, Eragon and Saphria had both closed them selves off from all the people around them, even Roran and Arya. If either came near the Dragon and Rider they would take to the endless sky and leave the raven-haired elf or brown haired human where they stood.
As Eragon stared into the blue sky, that had kept his gaze for hours, thoughts swirled around his pained and tortured mind. Thoughts of all that had happen the last two years of his life and thoughts of all the people that had been taken from him ever since he and Saphira had been thrust into this war of sorrow. " Is it we are not to have anyone to love?...Almost everyone we have ever loved has been taken from us; Mother, Garrow, Father, Ajihad, Murtagh, Hrothgar, And now they only fathers we had left, Oromis and Glaedr...The only family we have left is Roran...Everyone else just uses us as weapons to destroy the king ...Even Arya."
"No, Little One we are to have no one to love nor find any happiness until you rip your blue steel fang through that two legged Egg-Breakers heart. It is only then that we will be happy."
Eragon's head dropped down to look into the now open sorrow filled sapphire eyes of Saphira; he was surprised to hear her voice in his head, for he had thought she was asleep but the words she spoke took his attention away from that fact. He knew they were truer then any, happiness would only be found once the king was dead.
"Yes, Saphira, only then..May that time come soon."
Saphira let out a snort followed by a puff of black smoke in agreement, then closed her eyes once more. Eragon leaned back into Saphira, closed his chocolate eyes, and took in a deep breath of the sweet air to clear his troubled mind. Countless minutes passed them by as they sat in silence in the peaceful field just enjoying the others company. Though just as they started to retreat into them selves so much that they were on the verge of sleep a mind lightly brushed against theirs. They tried to ignore the mind that threatened to disturb their peace but as time passed it began to become stronger and stronger. Both dragon and rider let out growls of annoyance then lightly lowered the strong walls that kept their minds closed to all. An elven messengers musical mind then entered theirs cautiously and spoke his reason for disturbance.
"I'm deeply sorry to bother you Shadeslayer but the War Council seeks you and Brightscales presence."
"We will be there shortly." Eragon spoke in a dark tone.
The elf then quickly retreated from their minds leaving Eragon and Saphira alone once again. Eragon slowly rose to his feet as Saphira uncoiled her tail from around his body and stood to all fours. She took a few steps away from Eragon then quickly started to shake her head back and froth; her thin membrane sapphire wings unfolded and rose high in the air above her, she then let a piercing roar rip through the air. Eragon winced as the loud sound reached his sensitive elven ears but quickly shook it off and started to walk towards his majestic dragon.
"Ready?"
Saphira softly look down towards her rider and gave him a slight nod.
"Yes, let us go."
Without another word Eragon gracefully jumped to her back and strapped himself into his saddle. Saphira waited till he had his legs strapped in then took to the blue heavens above. They flew in silence over the vast forest covered hills that surrounded Feister then the dark brown and cream colored tents of the Ergals an the Varden that were encased around the stone walls of the city. It took them no more then a hour to reach the cream colored tent that was the War tent. Once above the large grassy spot next to the tent Saphira dove from the sky and to the earth then at the last moment spread her wings out and landed hard to her feet, making the ground beneath her shake. Taking his time Eragon unstrapped his legs from his dragon saddle then jumped from Saphira to the earth below. The four Night Hawks guarding the entrance bowed their heads slightly as he walked pass them and entered the tent were he found Nasuada, Jormunder, King Orrin, Nar Garzhvog, Arya and all 11 of his elven gaurds waiting for them, siting around a large wooden table with one chair left empty.
Saphira's stuck her head through the large slit in wall at the farthest end of the tent, while Eragon gave his wordless bow, ignored the chair that was open to him in between Arya and Nasuada, and walked to stand by Saphira.
No words were spoken by the two when they came to these counsil meetings; if either did speak it was in very few words for neither cared to talk to anyone but themselves any more.
"I'm glad you made it Eragon, Saphira." Nasuada spoke to the two with a hint of anger in her voice. Neither Eragon nor Saphira said anything in return they just kept their gazes stern and their faces blank and unreadable.
As Eragon silently listened to Nasuada and Orrin speak of the number of soldiers the Varden now held, he could feel Arya's forest eyes burning into him, like coals would the ground; though, he showed no sign of caring or knowing. For a week now her emerald eyes were burning holes into his skin whenever they were within seeing distance of each other.
He still loved her more than his heart could bare, but he did not show it. The only one who knew anything of what he felt was Saphira, everyone else only saw the blank and unreadable mask that he now always wore
" Eragon, Saphira we are thinking about starting to make our move on the city of Merlian what do you two say in this matter?" Asked Nasuada
Eragon closed his chocolate brown eyes, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. The others in the room gazed at both him and Saphira and waited for his, what hey knew to be a short, answer.
"Saphira?" He asked privately
"We go were we are told my Little One."
"It matters not what we have to say...We go where we are told to go." Eragon said opening his eyes to the people around him.
He saw surprise come to everyone faces, even to Arya's usually beautiful blank face.
"It does matter what you have to say. You and Saphira are our strongest weapons."
"That is our point Emerald Eyes, we are weapons. We go where we must fight, for that's what we are meant for."
"Yes, that is what we are meant for, to fight. We are alone in this battle but we will still do what we are meant for until we can no longer....Nasuada send for us when the Varden is to leave."
With no other word to them, both he and Saphira withdrew them selves from the tent and left for their peaceful clearing one more.
This post has been edited by evarya: 14 October 2009 - 03:01 PM

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