Chapter 24. The Downfall of the Crescent Stone Pack [1]

~REIKA~

Eragon was my saviour. I liked the way he carried himself and how he was the actual image of confidence. He'd been so kind to me that I couldn't help but seek his presence all the time. I enjoyed the stories of his journeys that he told me and found myself agreeing to whatever he said even if it didn't make sense. He was so wise and intelligent and the way he spoke volumes of that. He loved to read books, something I deeply admired about him, and had the weird habit of running his hands through his long hair every minute. He has been nothing but polite and gentle with me which made me sometimes wonder if he was truly a rogue.

The thought never came to me at first but after spending more than ten days with them, I began to ask myself, 'Why did the others seem to fear him?'I'd been told numerous times not to trust rogues and of how cruel they were, my first encounter with them had been proof enough. They had been ugly vicious beasts with blood lust eyes and