Jack traveled with the group. But he was growing impatient and was starting to regret offering his help. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to but he had a feeling an urgent nagging feeling.
When they stopped to rest, Jack tried to talk to Oromis. But all his talking wasn’t really working because Oromis seemed day dreaming.
“Look, I need to go to the big ring. It’s really important.” Jack stressed. It was his way home.
Eragon butted in. He didn’t want his mentor being babbled at.
“Why? What makes it really important?”
Jack scowled at Eragon. “Classified.” He said in reflex.
“You don’t need to tell us.” Oromis said, rubbing his chin with one hand. He had snapped out of his funk, as Jack would say. “Your destiny is not intertwined with ours. I don’t believe you belong here, rider.”
That surprised Jack. “What?” Something weird happened. But hey, he was going home.
Oromis smiled. “Your scent is different. It isn’t human or elf or dragon. That is why I know.”
“What?” Eragon was confused.
Oromis chuckled. “Our job right now is to bring this wayward traveler back to his home.”
“But are we not fighting a war right now?” Objected Arya. “We cannot just stop to help this child.”
“Don’t you feel it Arya? The very air is urging us on.” Oromis turned and started walking. “I will lead you to the circle.”
Ayra scowled. “I do not like this.” But she followed the older elf.
“He wouldn’t had made a good rider in the first place.” Muttered Eragon, following his mentor.
Jack twitched at Eragon’s words. He wanted to show Eragon that he was indeed a prime candidate for riderhood. Carter nudged him on the shoulder before plodding on. Jack relaxed. He didn’t need to prove himself.
He walked on as the dragons flew over head.
It took two days to reach the place where the ring was. The ring was covered in ferns and vines. As the group walked into the area, Jack collapsed onto the ground, his head in his hands.
It hurt so much. It felt like someone was drilling a hole into his brain and threading shrapnel through it. He wanted to scream but his vocal cords weren’t working. As the pain assaulted him he felt his arms and hands moving without his permission. He couldn’t control his body and soon, he blacked out, his consciousness shutting down.
Ayra knew something was wrong when they stepped into the clearing. It wasn’t that the little hairs on the back of her neck were standing up but it was also an instinctual feeling. She could tell everyone else felt it too. Eragon looked uncomfortable, as did Oromis. The dragons were fidgeting.
She knew something was very wrong when Jack collapsed. Her suspicions were fortified when Eragon tried to help Jack and was blown away without word or touch. Ayra ran at Jack hoping to calm him down or find out why this is occurring.
Jack stood, turned to face her, pushed out with a palm and Ayra felt like a dragon’s tail smacked into her gut. She went flying as well, hitting a tree before sliding down onto the ground with numerous bruises. From her vantage point she could see and hear but do nothing.
It seemed as if a great weight was pressing down on her.
Jack turned to the big circle and held out both hands. The gate made a sound and another sound. With each sound it lit up. There were eight sounds and eight lights. Then the big circle turned into a big pool. A jet of water shot out and was slurped back into the circle.
Arya could see Jack walking into the circle and disappearing. His dragon followed, running after Jack frantically. With Jack gone, the weight was lifted and she stood. By the time she ran towards the upright circle, it was empty and a circle once more.
“What was that?” Voice Eragon, saying what she wanted to say.
Oromis seemed pleased. “An end of one journey and a start of another.”
Ayra made a disgruntled sound. There were times the cryptic words wore through her patience.
Once Jack walked out the other end of the stargate, he collapsed.
“Oh my god.” He said, trying not to hyperventilate. He coughed, trying to clear his chest.
A slight shrill screeching sound made him turn around. Behind him was Carter. She was in pain. The small black dragon was in pain. Jack crawled over to her, holding her.
“You’ll be fine.” He whispered, stroking the trembling dragon.
Jack held on to Carter as they both passed out.
A note to readers. Yes this is confusing. Yes it is. I'm really sorry. But don't worry everything will be explained on the next chapter.