Eragon’s POV
I knew what pain felt like. I’d always known how it felt to have nothing but terror coursing through my veins. It was something I’d lived with my entire life.
But true fear was when I imagined what horrible things Ganalorn could do to Arrelia. I’d never known that type of fear; one that could grip you completely and ensnare your senses. I felt like the fear was choking me, preventing me from doing anything.
My woman was out there in danger. And there was nothing I could do about it. I was a broken mess myself.
I curse the curse laid on me. That, that was the only thing I'm more pathetic than I ought to be.
Pidge's magical song had helped a bit in reducing the fatigue and pain, and I wondered the mess I'd have been in if she hadn't done that.
As I lay there on the floor
