So I hope you readers like this one. It's sure to be longer than the first Harry Potter one! The events in this disregard some events in Eldest.
"It is time." Trianna said to Eragon, who jumped to his feet and shouted the news to everyone in the vicinity. Saphira snorted, then opened one eye. I was just about to sink my teeth into a delicious deer, and now I have to go straight into battle. Wonderful. She commented. Don't you ever think about something other than food? Eragon asked, amused.
Saphira snorted and blew a cloud of smoke that engulfed Eragon. He emerged, hacking and coughing.
Yes I do, Eragon.
Eragon was too busy coughing out all the smoke to reply. He stumbled forward, and almost tripped. Luckily, Gar Narzhvog was nearby, and saved him from falling face first into the putrid dirt.
Eragon looked up into the Kull's face. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, O Firesword." The Kull then turned around, and barked an order at his troops. They surrounded Eragon and Saphira. For a moment, Eragon felt a flash of fear. But it was quickly dispelled as he realized Orik and his dwarves had joined the Kull, forming a defensive, not offensive, ring around him and Saphira.
The Varden, and Eragon on Saphira, marched out of the camp, rags muffling any sound. Marching to their destiny. A destiny of dragons, Riders, betrayal, war, and an Empire!