As Eragon wearily stepped off of the rock, his voice returning to normal, he heard Saphira say,
That worked, Eragon. Hold on, there's something strange in the desert... And with that, his blue dragon went winging off into the cooling barren land.
Too tired to protest Saphira's departure, Eragon headed back toward the tents where the Varden had made its encampment. He saw Murtagh briefly, slowly managing to comprehend his words.
The egg... storm... young woman... hatched... returning... He didn't yet understand the message that his brother had brought him.
Galbatorix's army was departing, and quite rapidly. His judgment call had been sound; none of their faith had truly been in the Empire. They were only trying to protect their families.
He found Roran near the mass of tents, tending to the large scar on his left forearm. Eragon didn't dare touch that particular wound, since his exhaustion tapped his strength greatly. Still, he greeted his cousin. "How did you fare?"
Roran grunted, scratching his face. "Well enough." He paused. "Did you see that madwoman with the swords? I thought she was going to take on all of Galbatorix's army singlehandedly." He chuckled wryly. "Wouldn't be a first. D'you remember that time-" Then he shook his head. "Sorry, Eragon, I'm dithering. But you should go see Nasuada soon, I think that she wanted to meet with us and Murtagh and the rest."
As Eragon walked away, he remembered what Roran had started to say.
The battlefield was silent as the two Dragon Riders met each others' eyes squarely. There was a tinge of sadness in both, but neither could afford to lose this fight. It would mean death.
Eragon remembered laughing at Murtagh that time, sword for sword. "We're truly brothers, to be fighting like this." Their movements mirrored the others as they circled, catlike. Murtagh's step was jaunily cast out, while Eragon was cautious as he moved his feet in the perfect sphere.
Murtagh gritted his teeth, eyes glinting with pride and anger. At what, Eragon wasn't sure. Was it that he was bound to Galbatorix against his will? "We'll see." With that, they leapt at each other in a whirl of attacks and blocks. Above, Saphira and Thorn clashed in a similar manner, Saphira more experienced, but Thorn larger.
At the same time, the other fighters resumed their bloodlust, attacking with a new anger. A certain fighter - Arya - leapt forward from the Varden, using magic to block a couple of stray arrows aimed toward Eragon, then unleashed her own fury like a hurricane upon land...
Eragon's hands didn't shake as he sat on the bed next to Eva. His whole body did. He didn't even notice the girl who lay there, unconscious.
Just then, his mind suddenly registered what Murtagh had told him. "The egg hatched!" he yelled, sitting bolt upright on the bed.
Mehkila brushed her red hair back and poked at the dragon playfully. It snapped back in a friendly manner, then began to wail shrilly. She jumped up, not sure how to deal with it.
Deciding that it probably was hungry, she looked desparately around the Healer's tent for some raw steak or anything that might do to avert its appetite. She saw nothing. Rushing out of the tent, she ran smack into a shaggy-haired boy, who happened to be walking by. The boy merely glanced at her, but she fell to the ground, still able to hear the noises outside the tent.
The boy stared her in the eye, then she heard,
You need meat for the dragon, don't you? She stared at the boy in fear and watched as he changed into a scruffy-looking cat.
What are you staring at me for? Get up, and I'll take you to where you can find some food for it. The cat rolled its eyes, then started walking away. Unsure of herself, Mehkila began to follow.
Before long, she had an entire roast pig ready for the tiny creature that was now attached to her. She quickly returned to the Healer's tent, the cat having vanished, to find that the dragon had demolished one of the posts to the bed. "Stop!" she said, knowing that the Healer wouldn't apprieciate such a gesture. "Look, I have some food for you." The dragon leapt hungrily to her leg, then began gnawing on the roast.