andwho would show him the way? Without Brom, there was no one to guide or teach him. He was still too weak to clear his mind completely, but he was lucid enough to examine his experiences since Carvahall. Outside his mind he was aware of a pain so great it threatened to blot out his very life, but something-or someone-seemed to keep it at bay. Though his defenses faltered dangerously, he slowly began to draw his shatteredconsciousness into a small bright shell around his core. He whispered words of the ancient language and found they gavehim enough strength to withstand the shadow blurring his mind.
Who was he to think he couldchallenge the powers of Alagaësia and live? He fought against the Shade’s sinister thoughts, weakly at first, then more strongly. His identity trailed into the void as uncertainty and fear consumed his perceptions. As if in response to his brief self-confidence, the Shade’ssmothering blackness assaulted him anew. He had lost much that was dear to him, yet fatehad given him rare and great gifts for the first time, he was proud of simply who he was. His accomplishments and failures were displayed equally. All the events since he had found Saphira’segg came to him in the cold light of revelation. Suddenly a cluster of his own memories burst through the dismal cloud left by the Shade’s malevolent mind. He was lost, completely and utterly, in the roiling mass. If only he could remember what he was supposed to be: boyor man, villain or hero, Shade or Rider all was jumbled together in a meaningless frenzy. He prayed for someone to lift him out of the nightmare, but there was no one to guide him. He wavered like a candle flame, unable to withstand the tide ofevil. There was no escape from the carnage that surrounded him. He saw still more corpses-whole villages of them-taken from life bythe sorcerer’s hand or word. innocents slaughtered by the Shade’s orders. Violent, cruel images from the Shade’s past exploded behind his eyes until his spirit cried out in anguish at the bloody sights. He was too weak to cleanse himself of the alien presence thatclouded his mind.
Submerged in the maelstrom, he knew neither who nor where he was. A whirlwind of dark events and emotions overwhelmed him, making itimpossible to think. T HEMOURNINGSAGE S natches of the Shade’s memories continued to flash through Eragon.
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