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FLASHBACK TO: Just after the battle at Feinster

If he didn't succeed, what would happen? Eragon tried not to think of it, but after Oromis's death, and Glaedr's confine in his Eldunari entrusted to both Eragon and Saphira, he couldn't stop thinking. Without his teachers, fear encompassed him and while Saphira and Arya and Nasuada had each asked him to concentrate on the problems at hand, all were worried. He felt so lonely, not having anyone who really understood him. Arya was stoney and closed to him, no matter his feelings for her. Nasuada had not only her own worries, but the hopes and fears of the Varden, and he wouldn't add his to the weight.

Little one, I am here, Saphira said soothingly.

Yes, I'm lucky to have you, he smiled as he thought, though he still wished for another half-human, half-elf that understood how uncomfortable he was in either race.

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FASTFORWARD TO: Ten years after the Battle of the Burning Plains, in Uru'Baen

Ten years ago, everyone thought rule under the tyrant-being Galbatorix would be a time of terror, poverty and desperation, but the grudges he held against Riders and their dragons weren't with the general public. That isn't to say it didn't affect them, but just one hundred soldiers per small village and as long as they didn't meddle in high affairs, they would live. Humans were weak. They wouldn't stand against their tyrant. The elves were a bit touchier, though. After all, the green Rider was the last true member of the pact originally made by the elves. Galbatorix scratched his chin as he sat in his mahogany throne, thinking. As long as I leave them alone until I'm powerful enough, they won't stand against me either.

The Urgals and Dwarves, while strong, didn't match the might of the elves, and after their allegiances with the Varden had failed greatly, Galbatorix didn't think they'd ally again against him until far in the future when a new king had been chosen; one who believed such an allegiance would come of something better. There were only two people whom he feared might be his downfall: the green Rider, although soon he would be caught and all of Rider-kind would be extinct, and Angela, the herbalist. That little woman somehow evaded every trap and ambush as though she were skirting a city she didn't want to enter. Even ambushes and traps meant to push her into other ambushes and traps didn't work, and neither Murtagh and Thorn or Eragon and Saphira, for all their might and stealth and speed, could catch her. Galbatorix kneaded the wooden armrests, thinking of the day when he could go out and catch the little bird himself. But more pressing matters, like the green Rider, were at hand.

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Gliding down to a small area of forest, a cloaked dragon Rider helped her apprentices off of an emerald dragon's back. They were both human, and young at that.

Is everyone alright down there? The huge dragon asked.

Just fine, Glaedr, his Rider, the elf Arya said, patting his foreleg, but looking down at her apprentices who were trying to adjust from being in the air to being on solid ground.

"Where will we be going tomorrow?" Coryn, the boy with bright red hair asked.

"Still heading north. Now can you help me find firewood?" Arya answered.

"We get to have a fire?" Sienna said excitedly. Her bright, fair hair shone like gold and her blue eyes were bright in the fading sunlight.

"Yes, tonight we get to have a fire. Just make sure that whatever wood you do find is dry. It won't produce as much smoke.

An hour later, they had eaten and were now ready to sleep. The sun had set only moments ago, but they'd need an early start, as did they always. They were heading north, where they might find sanctuary in Du Weldenvarden, the elves home. Even though Arya didn't like leaving Eragon behind in the pit called Helgrind, she couldn't run for much longer.

She whispered words of peace into the childrens' ears, then doused the fire that kept them warm.

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When will this torture end? Eragon asked himself again. For ten years he had asked himself, and while he hoped it would be the same day he asked himself, he feared it would never happen. He had changed his true name so many times, but every time his master, Galbatorix, had placed more and more restricting wards and spells over him. Eragon couldn't kill Galbarotix, of that the king had made certain, and he couldn't kill himself. His wards protected him from his own and anyone else's blades and he had to eat and drink when it came. Saphira's crooning only affirmed his misery. Just like the blade I once held, he thought grimly.

Do you know when Tory, this was their nickname for Galbatorix. It amused them to give him a name worthy of rather less grandeur, will call for us next? Saphira asked him.

Not anymore than you do, he said. Do you know when the green Rider will next be coming?

Little one, I only teach her dragon. It still hurt her to name her old teacher, as she was one to him. You arrange their visits.

Eragon suddenly looked up. He heard footsteps outside of their dark chamber, and without knocking, Galbatorix strode into the room.

"Have you forgotten that I can hear your thoughts?" he asked.

"Why didn't you send someone stronger and mind-controlled to do your dirty work? After all, then you wouldn't get hurt," Eragon said, trying to unsettle him.

"Dear boy, the answer is simple. There is no one," Galbatorix answered with antagonizing calm. "And you of all people should know that mind games don't work on me. They work very well on you, though." Eragon's mind's eye conjoured again the image of Brom and Garrow, his father and foster-father, that Galbatorix had shown him, and in-so-doing, gained control over him. "Now, would you mind telling me the identity of the green Rider, or must I get it myself?"

If you had been listening as intently as you should have been, you'd already know who it is, Saphira growled.

"My dear girl, that should be easy enough to find out." And he delved into their minds like he never had, though he should have, before.