where did eragon go

Time is short. Yeah! Hear her scream!

Into the sky, to win or die! Buy us some bread down there.

How much? It's too much of a risk. I can't breathe fire yet... ...but I can do this for Brom: Now time cannot ravage him.

- Rebels. I will save her. Well, look at you. Uncle, I like my life right here. One part brave, three parts fool. There was no time. It flows through the riders who command them.

Do I have to do everything myself? I don't need that sort of trouble here. More death? His name is Eragon. Saphira? Go on. More heat. Now call your dragon. - What do you mean, "gone"?

Shall we have an agreement not to lie to each other? If we stay here, we're both dead. ...a young rider named Galbatorix betrayed them... I will, but hurry. Time moves quickly. Murtagh is released to help the Varden, which he does. Take these. You must try and understand.

- Your shame is not mine. What happened, did you get scared when the deer growled? - Yes. What are you? What is that thing? What is this?

Protect your dragon. Well, first, I think you need to fly. - I understand. Let--! Eragon's uncle, Garrow is killed by the Ra'zac (insect-like creatures that work for Galbatorix), who want to find and capture Eragon and Saphira.

Beyond these borders are remnants of the resistance. And it's a sacrifice she's happy to make... ...because she values your life over hers. Do you not listen to anything I tell you? Because I've been about a bit.

- I can't. We're at the village of Daret.

As one? All my life, I dreamed of dragons. Good. - I'm sorry for what I said. Horst is a blacksmith, and husband of Elain and father of Baldor, Albriech, and Hope. Come on! Fantastic. - This is Brom. The third finally presents something new. - There.

Saphira! There is a big battle. Saphira? - Wake up, dreamer. - Stole it, more likely. Roran told you then? - Are you deaf?

But fortunately for you, your incompetence may work in my favor. Did she leave in a great hurry? And I am not interested in being challenged. I could've beaten him.

I tire of this. If there were ever a time for retribution, this was it.

But for some, the unknown is too hard to resist. - Time to return the favor. Closer, so we can reach his heart. - You seek the Varden. You forgot what it means to be a Dragon Rider. - You're too slow, Roran. Take your positions. Dark magic. - Saphira.

I will, but hurry. I have something. - Take your positions.

I wanna try it. Shall we have another lesson today? Where's everybody gone? They're afraid of me. Slowly, rider. Above you.

We can't go start going back. All in all... ...a fine young dragon. Now get to sleep. Feel how she moves, Eragon. They finally make it to the Varden (who are hiding in the Beor Mountains with the dwarves), but on the way Murtagh tells Eragon that Murtagh is the son of Morzan, a Rider who helped Galbatorix kill the other Riders.

It's good to be brave, but sometimes it's better to be wise. A son doesn't choose his father. Muscular. My father asked me to bring you to him. Now, if we can get there without being discovered, we have a chance. Take Za'roc. The boy has led us directly to the Varden. When word spread of a new Dragon Rider... ...we were expecting someone who was more... - ...well... - More than me. When they get to the Varden, Murtagh is captured because he is Morzan's son, but Arya is healed. Hold on.

And are we together, Saphira? The Riders would not give him another dragon, so he decided to destroy them. My sister was in a great hurry when she left you here. Why did you risk your life for us?

How do I find them? Since then, our land has been ruled by Galbatorix. - So I hung them up there, out of the way. I didn't do so well last time. I was hunting. A funeral fit for a king. Only she can answer that.

- With swords. Too much for a poor farm boy.