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A soft tingle ran down my arm.
The light from above shone beautifully, and I found myself embracing it and smiling. It was like I was pulled and I had no idea how. But it made complete sense that I was falling into the light. Soon enough, it faded away, and I could feel parts of myself, instead of before.
At first, it made no sense to me whatsoever, because I couldn't figure out who or where I am. Voices were drifting above me, and although I couldn't make out what was being said, I recognized one single voice.
Eragon's.
I tried to move, but my body was numb and I couldn't make out what was going on around me. Slowly though, I began to push my eyes open, willing them to cooperate with me. After much trials, however, they flew open, but I quickly had to shut them back
