Secrets {a fanfiction of Eragon}

Chapter 13

I apologize for taking forever to update I lost my motivation for a long time but now it is slowly coming back I also have a lot of Ideas for the future but for now enjoy the chapter.

     The sun went down quickly but not before we made camp Eragon and Brom were to tired to spar. So the went straight to sleep. I stayed up gazing at the stars. The stars are in different places. I thought. Noticing different shapes especially a dragon like shape. Why am I here? I thought to the heavens as the starts slowly crawled a cross the sky. I feel like if I do one wrong thing everything will go down in flames. I thought sourly. That won't happen. Dakaë said sleepily. What makes you so sure? I asked slightly scared. I don't know how or why but I know I'm correct. He responded before falling asleep. I nodded comforted for the time being before curling under Dakaës belly and drifting off.

    Its time to go. Dakaë said forcing me out of my dream. I painfully got up I felt sore every where. The first thing I did was forcefully comb my slightly damp hair with my fingers. " how much longer till we reach Yuzuac? I asked struggling with a knot in my hair.  "it will be in sight before dusk." Brom answered. " how can you know that when everything looks the same for leagues around?" Eragon asked doubtfully. "Because I am not guided by the land but by the sun and stars. Come! Lets be off. Yazuac will be there."

    Saphira and  Dakaë spotted Yazuac first but I couldn't really comprehend it. My mind was everywhere by now and I couldn't hold onto a single thought. I'm pretty sure its because of my lack of food and water. At home I was never this hungry or thirsty. Later in the day I would concentrate on a small bump on the horizon watching as it slowly but surely got bigger. " Desiree?" someone asked. I jumped a little snapping out of my trance like state. "Yes?" I said my eyes focusing in on Eragon. He said his words slowly as if I was a wild animal. I probably looked like one. " can you have Dakaë land in that bend in the river while we enter Yazuac." I nodded my head while stretching my mind to my partner of heart and soul. " Dakaë, will you please land and stay at that bend in the river while we go into Yuzuac?" I asked. He didn't like hiding but he listened to me anyway and followed Saphira to the Ninor river.

     As we approached the village my mind had thoughts tumbling over one another till one was victorious. This was the village that the Urgals were at and where all the villagers where at the center, dead. I bit the inside of my cheek. drawing my sword and hoping that I was mentally and physically strong enough to handle this. I followed Brom and Eragon as they took the side entrance. 

     It was horrible like a haunted ghost town. Windows were shattered, eerie creaking sounds came from open doors hanging on hinges. The houses where dark and foreboding. Something blew on the wind. I reached up and grabbed it. It was a family picture of two happy parents behind a smiling little girl and the mother was holding a baby. The cruel wind ripped the picture out of my hand and took it out of sight. To soon we were at the center of the village a mountain of bodies before us. I just stared as the people looked at me with vacant eyes but the expression of horror still on their face. It was to much I started crying as a metallic taste filled my mouth but I uttered not a sound. I looked at the poor infant a picture resting on its belly next to the spear. So that's where the picture is, I thought sickly. A crow landed on the spear knocking the picture off. But before it could do anything Eragon released and arrow killing the crow and it too,fell. I hardly noticed when Eragon puked I hardly noticed when Brom asked me a question but I shook my head. I don't think anybody could be prepared for this sight. We needed to get moving I suddenly thought but before I could utter a word Brom and Eragon were already in front of me. How could they be so fast?

 It took me just a second longer to get Lightning after them but I was already lagging a little behind. My palm started to tingle and I wanted to itch it badly but I knew it was a warning. A giant fist suddenly threw Eragon from his saddle smashing him against a wall. My head snapped in the direction of the fist only to reveal two Urgals appearing from the shadows.One went for Brom and the other for Eragon. Was I just to small and scrawny to be noticed?! This angered me I have gotten a lot stronger since I have been here enough for me to get noticed.  The Urgal after Eragon had to go in front of my horse so I forced Lightning to a stop using the momentum to embed my sword deep into the Urgals arm. It went straight thru. But a bad mistake on my end. I was shot from the saddle and just barely managed to grab onto something. Another mistake, I grasped onto the Urgal horn and now was desperately holding on for dear life as I was thrown from side to side. My fingers weren't as strong as I thought and I slipped. I was hurtled through the air landing on hard ground. The Urgal charged at me stopping a foot away as an arrow struck his already wounded arm. He looked at me for a second before deciding to go deal with Eragon. But not before he took a pitchfork ripped the middle fork out and forced it into the ground around my neck.

 I was stuck,not only was I dazed and confused but now I was trapped from a pitchfork. It was a sad day really. The cold metal just barely rested above my neck but I couldn't wiggle my head out or pull out the pitchfork. I don't know why the Urgal left me alive but maybe he wanted revenge.  As I laid there on the hard ground trying to escape I called for Dakaë. I felt helpless and scared I missed my home, my family, my friends I just wanted to go back, but some part of me liked it here with Dakaë and Eragon despite the death and horror of it all. My mind slowly cleared and I was able to think straight. I was able to worm my fingers and some of my hand under the pitchfork which was just enough. I started to push using my strength to free myself. It barley budged but I got move my hands a little more. I gripped the pitch for pushing and slightly wiggling it to loosen it up. It worked I was able to move it a lot but at the expense of my strength. I still couldn't get my head out but I'm not going to stop trying. My arms were like noodles and had a lack of blood at the awkward angle but that didn't stop me.  A faded blue line passed over my head making me smile and giving me enough strength to get the rest of the pitchfork out.

     I sat up stretching my arms out then rushing to Brom his cut wasn't deep but it needed attention. I had to calm Snowfire before I could even approach Brom which took some time. But he calmed down eventually and I could get Brom out of the saddle I had to use a lot of leg and back strength to lower him to the ground but I managed. I found a rag in the saddle bags but before I could do anything Dakaë landed on the ground with a thump nostrils flaring. He went straight to me. " Are you hurt? Who did this?! I will rip them to shreds!" Dakaë roared in my mind. "I'm fine, calm down and the things that did this are dead." I assured him before going back to work. "Dead?" I sighed before showing him my memories of what happened. He was silent for a little "You are foolish but very Brave." He told me before Eragon staggered into the clearing.