Updated: I went ahead and changed a few grammar issues and added more detail to areas lacking. Hope you enjoy.

Eragon got ready to climb up on Saphira's saddle when he stopped with an idea.

"Eragon, what are you doing?"

"Practicing."

Saphira was about to question further when she saw him pick up small pebble off the ground and place it on his palm. Now she knew what he meant. Eragon only looked at the pebble in his hand he didn't know where to start. Slowly he recalled what the Architect told him "You use your will power to control the flow of magic." Slowly Eragon started to concentrate on the pebble. All of a sudden the pebble shot straight into the air. Eragon was amazed at how easy that was; the more he concentrated on the pebble the faster it moved. Saphira was equally amazed. Satisfied that he under stood how to use his power he walked over to Saphira and climbed onto her back.

"Let's land half way to the Varden."

Saphira understood that he wanted to use his new gift to heal as many as he could on his way back.

"That's a good idea you have. To be safe start slow and work your way up."

"Your right. I don't know the extent of my ability and it wouldn't be a good idea to push myself without knowing that information."

As Saphira flew to the Varden camp Eragon extended his mind to the battle field below. He was amazed at how few where still alive and that made him even more determined. A few moments later Saphira landed at the half way mark. Eragon unbuckled himself from the saddle and jump down to the ground. Eragon slowly walked out in front of Saphira, and extended his mind out in all directions he felt the mind of all that where alive, it was so few compared to the thousands that where dead. Slowly he began to concentrate on the wounded that where impaled in some manner. Slowly he Extracted any projectiles that where lodged within them. Eragon heard gasps and cries of joy as he removed the projectiles and healed their wounds. Eragon was amazed he watched hundred plus men from both sides slowly crawl to their feet and look around. All their eyes fell on him and cried with joy they began to walk towards him but he stopped them with a raised hand. He sent his mind back out over the field and found all that were wounded by a blade, it wasn't as much as the other group but that didn't matter. He healed their entire wound like the others. The ones that were already healed stared in awe as the others slowly got to their feet and looked around like the others. Eragon was astonished at how easy it was to heal the soldiers, He healed over one hundred soldiers and he didn't feel any weaker then before. He felt a little unsettled, though he didn't know why. Eragon then went and projected his voice over the crowd of healed soldiers.

"Those of you that fought for the Empire do not have to go back. You can join us or go back to your families. No I'll feelings will be held."

He watched as the empire soldiers ripped off their uniforms and threw them on the ground. So they were only in their under suits, which is basically a shirt and pants. About three quarters of the soldiers then turned around and headed back to the empire and their families. The last quarter joined the Varden soldiers and headed back to camp. Projecting his voice again.

"Meet Saphira and myself out side of Nasuada's tent. Former soldiers of the empire, you'll be given a place to sleep and the same pay as the others. If anyone questions you then tell them that Eragon Shadeslayer has vouched for you."

Eragon then proceeded to climb back on Saphira gripped her neck spike as she leaped in to the air and flew to Nasuada's tent. After a brief flight she landed in the small clearing that was reserved for her. As Eragon leaped down, he noticed Nasuada and Arya running towards them. Eragon released a great sigh of relief when he saw the two unharmed. His last memories of them aren't happy ones.

"Eragon, Saphira, Oh thank Heavens you two are alright."

"My lady, those might not be the best choice of words."

Nasuada looked at him concerned, even Arya looked taken aback by his statement.

"What do you mean?"

"We should go to your tent. Please, lead the way."

Without any hesitation Nasuada turned and began to lead the three to her tent.

"What happened, Eragon? You changed. You look more confidant...and slightly darker."

"When I explain, you'll know why."

Arya wanted to prod him more bush she thought better of it, and instead only nodded her head. The walk to Nasuada's ten was relatively short. When they arrived Nasuada and Arya went inside while Eragon turned to Saphira.

"Can you inform me when the soldiers arrive?"

"Of course."

Saphira then went over an curled up to the side of the tent. Eragon smiled and walked into the tent. Eragon noticed the hard stare's Arya and Nasuada were giving him.

"Now Eragon tell us where have you been?"

Eragon concentrated for a few moments. Making it so they couldn't be eased dropped on. Then he started.

"The New rider and dragon that Saphira and I fought was Murtagh, and his dragon Thorn. I understand how you must feel to hear this news Nasuada he is my friend and I know you too care for him."

After an appropriate pause.

"When he was fighting in Farthen Dur the Urgals and the twins captured him, and brought him to the king. The king then forced Thorn to hatch for him. Galbatorix then took it upon himself to torture the rider and his dragon to find their true names."

Eragon looked back up at the two women in front of him. They were listing intently to him.

"Even after all the pain they went through. The misery fate forced upon them. They still have well in their hearts. And so help me I refuse to let them die agai…"

Eragon caught himself before he went too far. But Arya caught on.

"What do you mean by, again, Eragon? They haven't died yet you've only fought them a few hours ago."

Eragon shook his head side to side. And prepared to tell his story.

"One week ago, depending on days traveled. The Varden attacked Uru'baen. The first few days went by easily enough. Neither Galbatorix nor Murtagh joined in the battle. On the third day the Varden began to fail. On the fourth day, the Varden was nearly destroyed, and leader less."

He directed his last statement to Nasuada.

"Saphira and I along with you Arya, and Blodhgarm with his spell casters. They're not here yet but I'm sure there on their way."

Eragon directed this to Arya who only nodded in surprise.

"After we entered the I can't remember much. But what I do remember is…is…"

Eragon took several deep breaths

"When we entered the throne room our minds where assaulted by his Eldunari."

Arya let out an audible gasp at his statement.

"Yes Arya. That is the source of his power. And he has hundreds."

Arya didn't say anything only gave him a blank stare.

"When this happened…..the power of the dragons minds where to great….you… and the other elves….died from the attack."

Eragon took another set of deep breaths.

"The king had, had enough of Saphira and I so he wanted to kill us slower. If not for Murtagh and Thorn who distracted the king and his Eldunari long enough for Saphira and me to escape with our lives."

Eragon was slightly trembling now. But a moment later he herd Saphira.

"It's alright little one, I am with you."

Eragon felt himself relax slightly; comforted knowing Saphira was with him.

"When we left the castle, The Varden was completely destroyed. Only a few hundred lucky ones fled into the forest. So we spent the next two days traveling. We planned on leaving Alagaisia, But in the second night of travel we….encountered…something or someone I know not. Any way he reveled himself to be the last of the Etherians."

"The Etherians?"

"We know them as anther name Arya. The Grey Folk."

Arya's jaw latterly fell open speechless.

"He explained the reason he brought us to him was to give use a second chance at killing Galbatorix. For if he was to live his evil would have become so powerful he too would be affected and most likely destroys all as a result. He also gave me a gift. The power to control magic using my will power."

Arya looked at him with a mixture of awe, bewilderment, and confusion.

"What do you mean by that?"

Eragon let a slight smile touch his lips. He knew Arya knew what he meant, but she wanted him to prove her theory. Eragon rolled up his left sleeve and raised his hand. To Arya's amazement his hand erupted into a sapphire blue flame, but if that wasn't enough it started to change colors.

"Eragon the soldiers are here."

"Thank you Saphira."

Ending the flames he looked at the two women.

"I understand the both of you have many questions."

Arya and Nasuada nodded In unison with open mouths and stares of amazent, and in Arya's case a touch of envy.

"There is one other thing I would like to two of you too see. But we have to go outside."

Before they could question him further, he turned around and left the tent and moved off to the side of the Soldiers. After a few moments the two walked out and stooped in awe at the sight of the soldiers.

"These are all the wounded that were in the battle. I also healed the empire soldiers as well. I gave them the choice to fight for us or return to their families. Even though most returned, quite a few have decided to join our cause."

After what seemed like an inappropriately long pause. Nasuada finally spoke.

"Eragon this is a wonderful thing that you've done, Thank you."

"Of course, my lady"

Nasuada admired him with an admirable look.

"I'm sure you're both exhausted after everything you and Saphira have…..Endured. So the next few days are to be spent as you wish."

"Thank you, my lady. And please make sure our new joiners are treated the same as everyone else."

Nasuada nodded. Eragon then proceeded over to Saphira and climbed up and settled in the saddle.

"Wait Eragon, where are you two going?"

"Well Arya, Saphira and I have been through much and need time alone. We'll be camped a league away on the other side of the river."

Without waiting another second Saphira leaped in to the air and angled to the river.

"How are you doing Eragon?"

"I don't know. This is weird reliving thee events. But what is the hardest is that I watched most of those people die, Arya, Nasuada, the Varden. Being back among them is…difficult."

"Eragon, your forgetting something."

"What do you mean?"

Saphira only angled to the left. Eragon Cursed himself when he saw the ship docked next to the Varden.

"RORAN!" Eragon exclaimed.

"How could I have forgotten about Roran?"

"It's okay Eragon. After everything we've been through it's only expected we forget a thing or two."

"That doesn't make it any easier. Land a lite ways off I want to walk to him."

Saphira angled down and began her slow descent. Eragon was only thinking about what to tell his cousin. Last he saw him…..He couldn't think about not now.