My life was a lie.
That much had already been established.
I did not know if what I’ve just seen was my reality. Or if where I am right now was my reality. I’m not even sure if I am real, or perhaps just a figment of my imaginations.
Our footsteps echoed through the hallways as Eragon held me in his hands and led me forward, so close that I could feel the heat emanating from his body. His lips were set in a thin line, with a scowl on his face ever since we left the Throne Room. I wanted to say something to him, but the words simply would not come out.
Nothing felt real anymore; nothing except the strength of Eragon’s arms around me. My entire life seemed like a facade now, and nothing made sense anymore. I felt like someone had reached out underneath me and pulled the world so violent
