For Alagaesia: 32. Reunion

The pleasant melody in the air woke Eragon up. He flickered his eyes open expecting to see the dark and damp interiors of the prison cell. Instead he was greeted by a glorious blossom of flowers hanging just above his head. A shadow moved away from him and bright sunlight hit his face.

'Good morning, Little one', Saphira said and he realised that it was Saphira's wings that had given him shade. He turned his head around to see a group of elves gathered around somebody or something, he couldn't see.

'Good morning, Saphira... um, how long was I asleep? Where are we now?', Eragon asked afraid that he had overslept due to his tiredness.

'Oh, not much. You have been asleep only from yesterday evening. Just after you had fallen asleep, we reached the elven camp under Blodhgarm. Nobody wished to wake you. So we left you to sleep for a while'

Eragon peered at the sky taking his eyes away from the beautiful bunch of flowers that hid the sky from his eyes. The sun was almost at its zenith which meant it was nearly noon. He had slept nearly one full day and because of him they had made no further advance than the elf camp. He loathed himself for being weak.

For Alagaesia: 31. Sunshine at last

The sun was setting in the western sky, its golden rays playing hide and seek with the clouds. Roran watched it with a feeling of doom. Eragon's ring that had calmed down before two days had yet again warned him of problem for Eragon in the morning. Ever since Saphira and Arya and had gone looking for a way to free Eragon, he had been anxious. He didn't even know if letting them go was the right choice. But he knew for a fact that nothing could have stopped them from going. And he too didn't want Eragon to suffer anymore.

But one thing had troubled him so much in the past few days: if something bad happened to Saphira or Arya on their adventurous quest, Eragon would hold himself responsible for it and feel guilty. Knowing Eragon Roran also feared that Eragon may even kill himself if such a thing came to pass. He shuddered at the thought. It had been four days since Saphira and Arya left from the Varden. There wasn't any news from the since except calling Blodhgarm to their aid.