The cloaked figure scratched its head looking puzzeled by how many people there were milling around. Stunning eyes flashed under the hood, they being the only part of the face that was visible.
Keep going. the voice echoed around her mind, its speaker being her only friend in this cruel world. She twisted her body around as she heard footsteps moving pointedly towards her. Noone should know she was here, this whole aspect simply terrified her.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

(Rhavaniel- where are we?)

Nessima stood in the shadows. out of notice. She studied the hooded figure, wondering who she was. Her hand went immediately to the knife on her belt as she began walking towards the figure. She would not use it unless she was given a reason, but it was nice to know it was there.

Nasuada sat in her tent her face between her hands as she cried. Her emotions were already taut at the start of the battle that it was only in time that she broke down. She knew that this was only the beginning of the battle for Alagaësia, but she couldn't help but become overwhelmed for the safety of the Varden.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

((Teirim?))

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Eragon entered the tent with Roran a step behind. The two brothers were smiling through their last bitter exchange of words.

"Nasuada," Eragon said, his face falling. "What's wrong?"

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Nasuada looked up when she heard Eragon's voice. She mentally kicked herself for not hearing him but just wiped her eyes.

"I am fine..."

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G