EDIT: Added another paragraph to the end. It didn’t feel completed and cliff-hangery. ;D
Finally! Another chunk of my story is here. I tried to do my best with building the suspense, but I don’t think I did as well as I should have. Anyway, I’ve decided /not/ to do the story in a comic sense, but I think I’ll have it up by next week. Here’s the story!
Ismira shouldered her small pack as the dwarves and Orik approached. Palodan shifted under the saddle, unaccustomed to it’s feel. Privately, he said to Ismira, I think we have a danger from one of the dwarves. Orik’s mind is shielded well, yet the other dwarves are not as well-protected. I sense treachery in the air. Ismira sent him a comforting thought, although she agreed, somewhat. Even she could feel it, slight though it was. Orik broke her reverie with a hearty “Hello!” She grinned and returned the greeting. “Ready?” Orik spread a map out on the ground. “Here we are,” he said, pointing to a spot near Carvahall. “And we need to get to here.” He moved his finger along the trail they were going to follow to the edge of Alagaesia. “We need to get to Hedarth, where we’ll meet Arya, and then make our way to Eragon’s little encampment.” Ismira nodded. She’d seen some of it when she got to talk to her uncle in the scrying mirror. “When we get to Hedarth, we’ll collect supplies for the second part of the journey.” Ismira nodded again, and clambered up into the saddle.
Orik packed up his map and watched from the ground as Ismira and Palodan took off, circling high overhead. He waved an arm to his men and started marching towards the end of the valley, where they would grab horses and continue on to Hedarth.
The Shade picked himself up off the ground and started after the elf. How can this elf be so calm, when I roam the land? When Eragon stabbed Durza through the heart, killing his first body, the inhuman scream was not just a scream, but a hidden spell that would bind the spirits to the next person to summon any spirits. They found a long lost relative of Carsaib, and inhabited him. Then he wandered through the land, feeding off of whatever he could, staying silent and swift. Then he arrived in Du Weldenvarden, and suddenly things became clearer. He needed a middle man, someone to help him overtake his only true threat and end him. Durza’s suspicions about the elf grew, and so did his ambitions.
Spyro ran through the forest, mind racing, considering his options. He could run to his queen, alert her of the monster that lurked in the forest, or he could fight it himself, and only hope to survive. A third option started forming in his mind, but he tried to ignore it as he ran. Indecision set upon him, and he decided the best option was to wait. He climbed up the nearest tree and waited.
The Shade sniffed the air, tracing the path the elf had taken. To his surprise, he found the trail ending and going straight up under a tree. His prey was close. To cover his momentary confusion, he circled the tree, and confirmed that the elf was there. He sat down at the base of the tree, shut his eyes, and listened for a sound. “Elf, I know you’re there. I can wait here as long as you can. Come down if you want, I will put up a good fight.” Then he sat back, and waited.
All Characters, names and locations (with the exception of those outside Alagaesia) (c) Christopher Paolini