Chaos. Mayhem. Death.
It was everywhere I turned. And the words seemed to be dancing in my head, round and round in a psychotic loop.
The entire castle was a mess. Dead bodies littered everywhere on the ground, and even though I had wanted to stop and check them, I couldn't bring myself to. I was more concerned about the man walking briskly beside me, his footsteps heavy and measured.
The foul smell from the dark ones still lingered in the air, but beside that, I could feel a familiar magic around too. Ever since we set out, ever since the news had been dropped on us, Eragon didn't say anything. His eyes looked blank, and so did his face. Even when I held onto his hand, all I felt was cold.
"What happened?" I finally asked Ganalorn, as we walked towards the King’s chambers while ski
