No, He Is My Brother!!

Author Notes: *Sigh* Can I have an eternal disclaimer? You know, one that says, I do not own the rights to any movies or books? Sheesh. Ok, I do NOT own the rights to Star Wars or Eragon. Happy? Sheesh!!!

Heehee, these scenes are from Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. ^-^ Oh, and for this one, just forget that Eragon and Murtagh are related. It will make it MUCH easier to explain for me. Thanks!!!

The Rebels were enjoying a feast before the inevitable fight the following day. The dwarves provided most of the feast, though the elves did contribute many delicious vegetarian courses. Murtagh and Thorn had been well received by the rest of the Rebels and Eragon was glad to see that everyone was getting along. He slipped away, trying to get away from the crowds. Arya quietly followed him.

"Nervous?" she asked him quietly. He nodded.

"Aye. And I am scared. I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. I…I am afraid, not for myself, I am ready to die if I have to in order to kill Galbatorix, but I am afraid for Saphira. If I die, she will to. I don't want her to."

Arya nodded. "I know. I am afraid as well."

"Well, you won't die. Neither will Murtagh. I am able to see that much." Eragon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I just can't see my own future. I have to go. I have to face Galbatorix."

"Why? Why do you have to face him?"

"He is my father. Galbatorix is my father."

"Your father!!" She couldn't believe it, but of course it was true.

"Arya, I found out something else, and you need to hear it before I go." He sighed. "The power of a Rider is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it and my sister has it."

Arya stared at him, unable to understand. Then it dawn on her and she stumbled back.

"Yes. You are my sister Arya. You have the power to become a Rider."

She started to cry. "I know."

"I have to go."

Arya nodded. She hugged him, then stepped away. Good luck."

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Murtagh was bandaging Arya's arm when Shruikan fell from the sky. Arya touched Murtagh's check. He leaned over and kissed her.

"Hey," he said calmly. "I am sure Eragon isn't dead."

"Oh, I know he is. Look." Arya pointed to the bright blue dragon that streaked through the sky.

Murtagh looked at her with love in his eyes. She was such a special person, not just a princess in name, but in actions as well. He love her for how she gave her everything to anything she set her eyes on. Once he had been focused on getting what he wanted for himself. Now he wanted to give everything to her, to get her everything for her. And he could what she wanted was Eragon.

"You really care for him, don't you?"

She nodded, scanning the sky. He was alive, Eragon was alive. She just knew it.

"Well, listen," Murtagh went on. "I understand. When he gets back, I won't stand in your way…"

She stared at him, suddenly aware that they were talking about different things. "What are you talking about?" she said. Then she realized what he was talking about. "Oh, no. No," she laughed," it's not like that at all-Eragon is my brother."

Murtagh was successively stunned, embarrassed, and elated. This made everything fine, just fine.

He gave her a big hug, lowering her back onto the ferns…and being extra careful of her wounded arm, lay beside her, watching the three dragons dance in the sky, jubilant over the victory.