Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle, Christopher Paolini does.

A/N: This is my fan fiction that I randomly thought up in school… It's going to tie into the real world! Heheheh…. Please R&R! Please it would mean a lot to me. By the way, this is kind of book five. And beware of the randomness! (I'll try to keep things in character, ok?) Enjoy the following...

Prologue

In the land of Alagaesia, the Great Battle of Uru'baen was reigning. Members of every race clashed against their foes. The Varden, Elves, Urgals, Dwarves, and even Werecats were battling the Empire. In the stormy skies overhead: a blue dragon, flanked by two others (one red and the other green) were in the midst of battling a huge black dragon, bigger than the three put together. But, in the middle of the chaos, the most important battle was taking place; the three free dragon riders against the all powerful tyrant Galbatorix. Eragon stood in the middle with Brisingr raised, with Arya to his right with her emerald rider's sword ready to swing, and Murtagh to his left, sword unsheathed. However, before the duel began, a quick conversation flew between the sworn enemies.

"Well, look at what we've got here, a traitor, a teenager, and a weak little elf." Galbatorix jeered.

"Just who are you calling weak!" Arya snarled.

"She's got an attitude, that's for sure. Too bad. I assume you won't accept my generous offer to surrender?" Galbatorix chuckled.

"You're anything but generous! You're a murderer!" Arya spat.

"What about you Murtagh? Will you come serve under me?" Galbatorix directed at his former servant.

"Hell no! Freedom is too sweet to leave!" Murtagh yelled.

"Mmhmm… I probably shouldn't bother asking you boy? Galbatorix sneered at Eragon.

"I will never join you in your mad schemes!" Eragon roared. "Murtagh! Arya! This is it! Chaaarge!" And with that, the trio ran at Galbatorix, immediately surrounding him. Even though it was 3 against 1, Galbatorix was able to block all of the hits directed at him. In fact, he dealt many blows to his opponents. Arya sustained a hit to her left forearm, Eragon to his right thigh, and worst of all, Murtagh was thrown into the wall. From the looks of it, he had broken a few ribs and wasn't rejoining the fight anytime soon.

Arya and Eragon redoubled their efforts in the attack and were rewarded with the screech of pain that came from the Mad King. Having combined their strengths, they managed to render Galbatorix's sword arm useless. Unfortunately, the tyrant could use his other arm to fight so, the fight continued with twice the fury it had held before. Then, another tortuous scream rent the air… but it wasn't Galbatorix. Eragon whipped his head around to see Galbatorix pulling his bloodied sword out of Arya's abdomen.

For a long moment, Eragon and Galbatorix glared at each other in hatred. They stood there, bloodied sword in hand, gasping in exhaustion. Finally, Eragon spoke.

"Why?" he asked "Why is killing so many innocent people worth doing? Are a million deaths worth the death of one? And… would Jarvunosk approve? " Galbatorix looked shocked at this last part. Could it be that in all the years of madness, he never thought of what his original dragon would've thought? That his dragon might've objected to his destroying of the riders?

"I… Jarvunosk… I… KILL ME!" he suddenly begged Eragon. "Please!"

Eragon shook his head. "No." he stated. "I must wait for orders. Until then," Eragon muttered a few words under his breath, "be good." Eragon began to walk over to his comrades but Galbatorix stopped him.

"Wait! What did you do to me?" he asked.

"I put a spell on you so that if you were to try to harm yourself or another living creature, you would instantly fall asleep." Eragon said.

He walked over to Arya and Murtagh and began to heal their injuries. He started off with the female elf first. Though he objected this very much, he had to rip most of her shirt off. He would not stand to have a half-naked elf princess in his arms. As much as he wanted to, he still had to think of what would happen if Izlandi were to walk in-

EARTH TO ERAGON! Eragon, caught up in his fantasies, hadn't noticed his partner of mind trying to get his attention.

Owww. Saphira… that really hurt.

Finally, little one. Sheesh. Thorn, Eridor, and I have Shruiken pinned here. What should we do with him? Eragon sighed. He told Saphira to make the black dragon swear not to harm himself or any living thing. She gave him her thanks and returned to her task.

Eragon returned to the task of healing the injured elf. Her wound was quite serious, but that didn't keep him from blushing deeply. Murtagh, noticing this, broke into loud peals of laughter, succeeding in making Eragon blush redder. Unfortunately, that laughter woke Arya up. She opened her eyes.

Arya POV

Before opening her eyes, Arya sensed that she was laying in someone's lap. She... kind of liked it.

Arya, what are you thinking? She screamed at herself. Enough of that. She must open her eyes to see who was holding her. So she did. Immediately she wished she didn't just do that. Leaning over her was Eragon, obviously embarrased. Just a few paces away was Murtagh, doubled over in what must be painful laughter. Arya snapped her eyes back to Eragon, completly pissed off. She stood up but since Eragon hadn't been finished healing her, she fell right on top of him. And at that moment of awkwardness, Izlandi chose to walk into the throne room.

"Ahem, I apologize for interrupting..." She muttered, preparing to leave in embarrassment. You kind of had to feel sorry for her, walking in on what looked like an intimate moment between her daughter and the Lead Rider. The Queen quickly ran from the scene. Because of this mutual embarressment, Arya glared at Eragon. In her eyes, he was the fault of what just happened. Eragon flushed more so at the furious elf.

"Um, Arya? Could you plese get off me?" he asked quietly. With a jolt she remembered that she WAS the one sprawled on top of him. Quickly she got off of him, and retreated to a fetal position, blushing madly. After that a deep silence settled over the room. Not really having paid attention to the decoration before, she quickly realized she was in the throne room of the castle, and noted that while the king may have been mad, he didn't have a bad sense of decoration. While she expected to see skulls mounted the walls as trophies, she instead found gigantic fairths of the Old Order. She thought that the floor would have been blood-stained stone, but saw that the section she sat on was a red carpet with pearly white tile on each side of it. She looked at the throne and saw... a normal golden throne, with not even a touch of evil. If she didn't know better, she almost could have been in the time before the riders fell. But, something was definitely missing frome the scene. Ah! Where the mad king himself? She scaned the room and found him sobbing his heart out near them. She fixed her glare on him. Why was he still alive? She grabbed her sword and prepared to march over there to behead him.

"That's not a good idea." she heard the vioce from behind her. It was Eragon. She whirled on him.

"And just why not Eragon?" She challenged, her voice venomous.

The teen in question simply nodded. "Two reasons. Reason number one, he surrendered. Number two... you're still wounded." the last part he muttered under his breath. Of course that didn't stop her from hearing it.

"How many times- do I have to say- THAT I'M NOT ONE OF YOUR WEAK HUMAN FEMALES?" she yelled at him. And crossing the distance between them, she slapped him so hard, all of Alagaesia could hear it echo off every surface.

Eragon POV

He rubbed his cheek, finding that not only did she break the skin, but she cracked his jaw. He quickly healed it and turned to Arya, trying to explain that she was just stabbed in the stomach with a sword, and shouldn't be wielding any weapons immediately afterword. Apparently, his explanation was unneeded as for the second time, Arya collapsed onto him.

"Well? Didn't that just prove it?" he told Arya, whom had leapt off him. She looked confused.

"In what way am I wounded?" she asked him. "I feel whole, if not slightly weary and unbalanced." It was then that she realized her shirt was ripped apart. For a second, Eragon felt that the coast was clear, but of course he wouldn't have that kind of peace for a while.

"ERAGON! YOU LECHER!" she cried out. And poor Eragon got slapped even harder this time. He got up and tried to explain, but she stalked off before he could get a word in. He just plopped back down in defeat. Unknown to him, Galbatorix had been fooling everyone since the beginning of the fight. All along he had been planning his final move. And now he was going to play that move.

"Eragon?" the King said, catching the young rider's attention. "Say hello to Earth for me."

"What are you-" Eragon began to ask but was cut off as Mutagh, Thorn, Nausuada, Arya, Eridor, Shruiken, Saphira, and himself were pulled into a new dimension, with Galbatorix closly following.

Arya: Damn it Azure, did you really have to embarass me like that? -.-

Azure: Of course I did, why shouldn't I? Heheh. :D

Eragon: (blushing) Arya, you're not the only one embarassed.

Arya: Hmph.

Azure: Well... How did you like this? Do you want more? If so, PLEASE R&R! I beg you! I will greatly appreciate it! Cupcakes if you're nice...

Saphira: Can I have one?

Azure: (sighs) Fine... (tosses cupcake into Saphira's mouth)

Saphira: Yay.

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