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Eragon looked out at the Burning Plains, at which had been a battlefield mere hours ago. Sorrow filled his heart as he saw tens of thousands of dead soldiers, both from the Empire and from the Varden. His thoughts drifted once again back to his battle with Murtagh, and he felt himself growing angry just thinking about it. He'd beat him easily, stole his sword, then made the revolting revaltion that they were brother's, and their father had bben none other that Morzan, the traitor of the riders. He felt ashamed to be related to suck scum.
Sighing, he turned away from the battelfield and looked instead at the Varden encampment. Nasuada had decided that the wisest move would be to march to Farthen Dur, enlist as many new soldiers as possible, wait for the elves and dwarves, and then siege Urabaen. "Eragon?" asked Saphira tentively. "What?" "You should come back to the tent now and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day i expect."
"I don't want to!" Eragon said sharply. Saphira Roared and smoke billowed from her massive blue nostrils, and she said " Will you please tell me what is wrong with you? You've been acting very depredded lately. You haven't talked to anyone not even me! Do you not care for me!" Eragon shame facedly apoligized then said, "I'm so afraid Saphira. He beat me without even trying. Even with all our training." "Don't worry little one. Remember we were both tired, if we would of been well rested, we could of easily beat him." "You think so?" "I know so. Now lets get back to the tent. I'm exhausted." Eragon agreed, and as they slowly made their way to their tent, Eragon felt a small glimmer of hope inside him.
When they got to their tent however they found three people waiting for them. Arya, Roran and Nasuada were standing in front of the tent looking highly excited. "Eragon, quickly come to my tent. I have something very important to show you." the four of them left for Nasuada's tent. Eragon quastioned them all but they would not tell him anything. They got to her tent and four gaurds bowed them in. She directed them to a table with four swords on it. There was a green one, black one, blue one, and a silver one. Eragon sighed when he realized what they were. They were the swords of fallen riders. "One of our scouts found these. I thought that it would be wrong to keep them as i am not a rider. They are rightfully yours..."
Eragon scooped the four beautiful swords into his arms and said, " If you'll excuse me, i'd best be getting to bed." And with that, he walked over to Saphira, climbed on to her back, and instructed her to fly to their tent. They arrived a short while later. Eragon dismounted. They both fell asleep outside of the tent, Eragon laying against Saphira, the four beautifully crafted swords held protectivelly in his arms.
Sighing, he turned away from the battelfield and looked instead at the Varden encampment. Nasuada had decided that the wisest move would be to march to Farthen Dur, enlist as many new soldiers as possible, wait for the elves and dwarves, and then siege Urabaen. "Eragon?" asked Saphira tentively. "What?" "You should come back to the tent now and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day i expect."
"I don't want to!" Eragon said sharply. Saphira Roared and smoke billowed from her massive blue nostrils, and she said " Will you please tell me what is wrong with you? You've been acting very depredded lately. You haven't talked to anyone not even me! Do you not care for me!" Eragon shame facedly apoligized then said, "I'm so afraid Saphira. He beat me without even trying. Even with all our training." "Don't worry little one. Remember we were both tired, if we would of been well rested, we could of easily beat him." "You think so?" "I know so. Now lets get back to the tent. I'm exhausted." Eragon agreed, and as they slowly made their way to their tent, Eragon felt a small glimmer of hope inside him.
When they got to their tent however they found three people waiting for them. Arya, Roran and Nasuada were standing in front of the tent looking highly excited. "Eragon, quickly come to my tent. I have something very important to show you." the four of them left for Nasuada's tent. Eragon quastioned them all but they would not tell him anything. They got to her tent and four gaurds bowed them in. She directed them to a table with four swords on it. There was a green one, black one, blue one, and a silver one. Eragon sighed when he realized what they were. They were the swords of fallen riders. "One of our scouts found these. I thought that it would be wrong to keep them as i am not a rider. They are rightfully yours..."
Eragon scooped the four beautiful swords into his arms and said, " If you'll excuse me, i'd best be getting to bed." And with that, he walked over to Saphira, climbed on to her back, and instructed her to fly to their tent. They arrived a short while later. Eragon dismounted. They both fell asleep outside of the tent, Eragon laying against Saphira, the four beautifully crafted swords held protectivelly in his arms.
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