Till the day I die, I’ll never forget the heart-wrenching pain which shot through me at Draco’s words. It was the type of pain that robs you of your senses and burns you right down to your fingertips. I couldn’t speak or even move. All I knew was the pain.
The pain shot up through my chest like a burning fire. It made me dizzy. It made me reel. I wanted to cry. I wished so desperately for the tears to flow so I could at least feel something. Anything other than the blinding pain I'm going through.
My emotions turned jagged and my insides tight. The hurt in my heart escalated from a dull throb to a burning, glaring pain, faster than a lightning bolt, and, as soon as the hurt reached its peak, it was gone, vanished into the thin wind.
"Arrelia," Eragon’s voice flooded into my head from a
