Two women rode on horses, stomachs pushing on the kids riding with them. One turned around, staring at the citadel they were running from, "Are you sure that they aren't going to follow us, Havanna?"

The other woman turned around, her blonde hair slapping her face, "Keep riding! Once we get close to the Spine, we'll be safer!"

"But what if Morzan isn't distracted long enough?"

"I'm pretty sure that a single man can't stop two spellcasting mothers trying to protect their children."

The small boy riding with the noblewoman clutched her tighter, "Mommy, my back hurt."

A gentle kindness crossed her face, "I know Murtaugh. Once we stop for the night I'll make it feel better. But for right now we need to get far away from Father, alright?"

He nodded, and his mother faced her longtime ally, "What are we going to tell people about you? Garrow will shelter my son and I, but what about you?"

Havanna turned, "Merely that I am your friend, and my husband threatened to kill my children. Both are true."

Selena the Black Hand smiled at Queen Havanna, "Your skill with words has finally crossed into the human tongue."

Havanna glanced out the window at Carvahall, "It's so quiet. And so close to the Spine."

Garrow joined her, "What are your children's names?"

She turned around, pointing at a boy who was unfortunately like his sire physically, "That is Hugin, his twin will be brought by a friend."

Pointing at the small girl asleep on Selena's bed, "That's Arget. Her sister was too attached to their father."

Then she glanced at her stomach, which was not showing quiet yet, "And I don't know about this one."

Murtaugh stirred, "Anty An?"

Havanna swept to his side, "Don't move. The nice healer said you just need to sleep to get better."

She rocked him back to sleep, and Garrow sighed, "Will Selena be staying?"

"I will try to convince her, but she is too scared of her husband. It took me this long to leave."

Garrow sat down, "Are you really helping the Varden?"

Nodding, she handed him a bag, "Look inside."

"Are these?"

A mischievous grin covered her face, "Dragon eggs."

Havanna, now Miriam, came back carrying a small girl, "This is Hugo's sister, Manin. What should we call her?"

Garrow smiled at the shy little child, easily the most lacking in size of all of the kids, "How about Mae?"

'Miriam' nodded, "Argey, Hugo, and Mae. Those sound better than Arget, Hugin, and Manin."

Someone tugged on her pants, "Is that my cousin?"

"Yes it is. Mae, meet Murtaugh. But call him Tagh for short."

A man stepped into the room, "Is there any chance...?"

'Miriam' turned around, "Come on in, Brom. Garrow, this is Selena's 'special friend' that I told you about."

The older man bowed to Garrow, "I was just wondering if I could see him."

'Miriam' led him to the nursery, where Roran and Eragon were sharing a crib, "He's the one with normal ears."

The man looked at his only child, "And Tagh?"

"Selena's as well. By all rights, she left him in your care. Something about his father being useless with kids."

Brom sighed, "Maybe later. But right now I have to earn the trust of the villagers, and I can't do that if they think I caused Selena to run here pregnant."

A/N: Just to clear things up, I'm writing a different version of one of my previous stories, so many things will seem the same.

Havanna changes her name to Miriam, and marries Garrow, raising her kids with him.

Manin, Arget, and Hugin are all present, along with their friends.

Roran is their brother (not born yet in this version).

Morzan loses an arm and his dragon.

But there are so many changes inspired by my best friend (the inspiration for Arget), and some other stories here on FF.

Murtaugh is brought by Selena (very common idea, and I love how it would work out).

Less siblings (some stories keep adding character after character, and I lose track of everyone).

Brom's Saphira survived (I saw this in a story, but they never update, so I hope they don't mind I copied that).

And other such stuff (plus I didn't like my writing style in the first, but if I edit it, I will accidentally change the story line).