I am so sorry for the wait, I had finals at the beginning of the month, and right before that I was in Alexandria for two weeks, then after finals I had Camp Fitch, wrote my chapter, sent it to my magnificant Beta, Pie in the Face, just got it back, so here it is. By the way thank you for reading and reviewing past chapters. Disclaimer: I am not CP

ARYA POV

He is right- so much has changed in the two year time period since Eragon became…..immobilized. Some things little, some things large, but then again it all depends on how you view it. This is what I am thinking as I went up the staircase to leave him with Orik. Something tells me they will like some time to talk.

ORIK POV

I can't believe it. Eragon was right in front of me. He died two years ago, yet here he is. I'm not going to ask how, because most likely he doesn't know. Whenever something happens to him he usually doesn't know what or how it happened. Eragon was of course the first one to speak.

He simply said, "Hello!" Something Eragon would do, start of a very changing conversation for everyone off with a simple hello.

I decided to stay with it, "Hello Eragon. How are you this very fine evening?"

He nodded and then said, "I'm alive. That ought to count for something." I nodded right back at him thinking about the time when I heard that he died.

I just received new that the black king has just died. I looked the soldier I was fighting in the eye and said, "Your king has died, do you keep fighting or do you surrender?"

He looked at me then at his fellow soldiers and then put his hands up and said, "I surrender, but can you just please kill me now. My family has been killed, I have nowhere to go home to, please kill me now."

I looked at him and nodded and said, "Would you like one last prayer?" He looked at me and thanks and then started muttering he opened his eyes and said, "I'm ready." He closed his eyes for the last time, took his last breath, and was stabbed through the heart with my sword. I looked around and found out that most have done the same thing with the news of the death of the black king. Soon after, I saw Arya running toward Nasuada with a speed I haven't seen before in my life. It also seemed like she was crying, something must have happened. I blew it off thinking maybe it was just another elf that died, sad, but right now not important. Soon after I heard the mourning horns blow a sad mournful tune, they only did that if someone of great importance died; maybe it was for the king. Then I realized no, we would hold no celebration in his honor. It had to be somebody on this side, but whom? I was soon going to get my answer, Nasuada as well as a crying Arya and Islanzadí, a sight I couldn't believe even though I was staring at it with my own two eyes, came out of the tent and onto the stage. I saw Arya cast a spell so they could be heard by all. I also noticed Vanir, holding a blue object in his hands, it seemed almost as if he blessed it, he then handed it another person I did not recognize and I saw them doing the same. This was all so confusing.

Nasuada then spoke up, "Many of the Varden have died today, in which we will grieve for them, but not only did our soldiers, spell casters and others die. We have lost somebody of great importance. A friend to all, he did more of him then what was asked, if there was someone who needed help, he would most likely find time to help them. We lost our one and only rider." She paused as she waited for everybody to take it in. None wanted to believe it. They all wanted to think it was a big mix up. Someone soon tapped my shoulder and looked at me and said, "Bless this, leave a prayer, think of your memories." He then handed me the blue object I saw earlier, it was Brisingr, Eragon's sword.

I remember holding that sword, thinking of what to say. It was one of the saddest days of my life. I couldn't believe. I now have more reason now not to believe that as Eragon was sitting right in front of me. I just stared at him, not quite believing anything right now. Soon after I started accepting Eragon's death he comes back to life. I find it just perky, how life seems to be that way all of the time. Quite annoying I think.

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