Dirty Little Secrets 1"Saphira, are you alright?" Eragon held her giant head in his hands and placed a hand on her cheek, waiting for her to respond. Saphira, please answer me! He looked her face over, feeling through their connection that she was coming back to consciousness.Saphira groaned and scrunched her eyes tighter together, hoping to drown out his loud, obnoxious voice. She swiped a paw out and grabbed at the thin air in front of her, trying to hit him so he'd stop shouting so loud. "Saphira..." She growled and rolled onto her other side, wanting to go back to sleep.Eragon turned to the elf standing next to him, concern all over her face. "Arya, will you get some water?" The princess nodded before heading off, leaving the rider and dragon alone. Eragon returned to Saphira's side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Saphira," he whispered, "what's wrong?"Saphira barely heard Arya's departure, and it took her a minute to understand what her rider said. She raised her head and searched the area for h
WarWe meet againin battle when the sun hath setFair calls rain and foul calls thunderFought through filthy airBloody passage, worthy soldierReport! Report!Spent, revolt smoked upon brandished steelGentlemen stood like slavesCousins, friends, bade farewellA fresh assault, new supplies faintNo justiceNo trustNo valorReeking wounds, gashes and deathThe Great King, noble swineThe Master, guilty rathand in handTraitor.No justice, no truth, no valor.No honor.