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This is an Eragon POV. chapter, and since I do not write chapters 20 pages long (as much as I want to, I don't have time), these chapters will be normally the size of 1 microsoft word page. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance cycle or the characters/places, I got the Idea of doing this from this site and the author of the first (and only, up to date) story I have read here. So thanks to Wildskysong, I hope you don't mind. Most of the ideas are mine but some are based on the hints C.P. gave in interviews, books, etc....
Spoils of War
Eragon glanced across the ruined city of Feinster. Even with the Varden's best efforts to not harm the humans inside, the place was still in wreck. "Shadeslayers," a soldier called to him and Arya. "Nasuada would like to see you please". "Thank you," replied Arya. Taking one last glance at the carnage spewed before him, Eragon turned to the Varden's encampment and called to Saphira. Saphira, Nasuada would like to see us, would you like to come? The answer came moments later. I shall. These walls disturb me; at least tents are in the open.
Arriving at Nasuada's tent, her guards let Eragon and Arya through. They were obviously expected. Folding open the doorway, Eragon stepped through, and stopped. Gathered in the room were Orik, Orin, Jörmundur, Nasuada, and even Elva. Nasuada started, "Thank you for joining us Eragon and Arya, Saphira arrived moments ago. She is too small to fit in the tent so she is in back, will you kindly relay the conversation to her?" Eragon bowed his head and sat down with the rest.
Jörmundur pointed the map and said, "We plan to attack Belatona in a week. While you Eragon…" But Saphira interrupted him. Is that wise, you have just finished a battle. Your forces are diminished and recovering. Jörmundur smiled ad said proudly, "We have recovered from Feinster's archives some maps that show secret passages into Belatona." This time it was Arya's turn to question. "Why would they keep something like that?" "I think that they are emergency trading routes for cases where Belatona closes its gates for some reason."
They discussed the plan for several more minutes then Nasuada looked up and said, "You won't be going Eragon." He started to protest but he was interrupted. "I have a mission for you, something only you can do. Besides, the Varden and Surda have fought battles without you. These maps not only lead into Belatona, but all of the Empire's cities." Saphira realized where she was headed before Eragon did. If you are saying what I think you are saying Nasuada, it is not wise. Urû'baen is too well guarded, not only by traps and soldiers, but Galbatorix and Murtag. Eragon understood, "Saphira is right Nasuada it's too risky to steal the last egg." But as usual, the leader seemed to be ahead of him. "Murtag remains in Gil'ead, and Galbatorix is paying a visit to Teirm. It seems he wants to talk some sense into the soldiers there for letting your cousin escape. You can leave as soon as you're ready, but make it fast. Galbatorix will not be gone that long, and Murtag may realize your thievery.
Later on, Eragon was in his tent. He was pouring his energy into the belt of Beloth the Wise. He would not need it for he was going to ride with Saphira and would have plenty of time to rest. After another try to talk to Glaedr, but to no avail he decided that he might need him on this trip, he stowed the Eldunarí in the interior pouch of Saphira's saddle.
Saddling Saphira, he thought about how the were going to get in. Nasuada had given him the map, but security was dense. As she hummed a tune, he climbed onto his dragon and they climbed into the sky. Excitement rose in Eragon's chest, and he could feel it in Saphira's too. They were going to free the last dragon egg.