Blaze: here is the next chapter

Darth: is it going to be short?

Blaze: mmmmmaaaaaayyyyybbbbbeeeee

Darth: ah okay

Blaze: so…

Tigerstar: here is chapter 4 and Blaze hopes you like it

Blaze: I was going to say that

Tigerstar: I'm sure

Murtagh: (accidentally runs Tigerstar over while on Thorn)

Tigerstar's Ghost: ah come on

Murtagh: my bad

Four:

Arrival

The night was starting to fall into the night sky and Murtagh could tell his half-brother was losing what little energy he had. The pain from his many wounds was starting to catch up with him and Murtagh couldn't help but glance at his brother, worry in his eyes. Ever since he had changed his true name, he has been more worried about his half-brother than ever before. He figured it was because he had changed his true name but he couldn't be sure.

"Why don't we stop for a while?" he suggested.

Eragon glanced up at him, pain in his brown eyes. "I am well, we can keep going," he muttered though his teeth were gritted with pain.

"You are not all right, Eragon, you can barely stand on your own two feet and if we are to get out of here, we are going to need all the help we can get," Murtagh replied, his voice icily calm.

"Aye, very well," Eragon muttered. Murtagh gently lowered his half-brother to the ground and Eragon leaned against a tree, his gaze was trained on the starry sky above their heads.

"We still cannot use magic, can we?" he asked after several moments of silence as he glanced at his half-brother.

"No, I have already tried," Murtagh replied, his eyes were narrowed slightly as he walked around the grassy clearing, making sure there were no dangerous creatures that could attack them during the night.

Eragon sighed. "I guess we are still helpless out here until we can get to a part where we can use our magic or contact Saphira or Thorn," he said.

"Aye," Murtagh agreed. He sat down cross legged on the ground before narrowing his eyes. "I wonder if Galbatorix knows about my changing my true name. If he does, we are going to be facing a lot more than just the dangers of the Spine."

"Aye," Eragon agreed. He paused for a moment before adding, "I wonder how the Varden are doing."

"They are most likely recovering from the battle at Feinster two days ago," Murtagh commented.

"I wonder if they know you have changed your true name."

"If Thorn changed his true name about the same time, I'm sure he told them."

Eragon gazed at his half-brother for a long moment. "Was your life with your father really as bad as you make it out to be?" he asked cautiously.

Murtagh scowled. "You saw what he did to me when I was only three years old," he snapped. "My father was a cold-hearted bloodthirsty murderer and I absolutely hate him."

"How is it that you were able to change your true name and yet still hate your father?"

Murtagh narrowed his eyes. "I do not know," he admitted, the confusion was evident in his voice. "I guess it was because of my desire to want to change my true name and, maybe, the protection I felt toward you. I didn't want to kill you though Galbatorix had ordered me to either bring you to him or kill you and I knew you wouldn't do the first and I could not bring myself to do the latter. I still feel guilty over what happened to Hrothgar and to Oromis and Glaedr after all."

Eragon's eyes narrowed. "Why did you kill Oromis and Glaedr?" he asked.

"I didn't kill them, Galbatorix did, he just used me as his pawn in order to accomplish his wishes," Murtagh muttered, his hands gripping into fists. "I didn't want to kill them, I wanted them to help me but they couldn't and then Galbatorix took control of me and forced me to kill them." He glanced up, as if just figuring out what Eragon had asked, before narrowing his eyes.

"How did you know about that? You were in Feinster while I was over Gi'lead," he asked.

Eragon looked away and Murtagh got the impression that he had revealed something he promised to someone he wouldn't reveal. "It's…never mind, just forget I mentioned that," he murmured.

"You made a promise in the ancient language to not mention anything about how you discovered what happened over Gi'lead?" Murtagh asked and Eragon nodded though he stayed silent.

Murtagh let out a long sigh. "We can worry about that later, Eragon, we have enough problems to think about now," he said.

"Aye, we do," Eragon agreed.

Brom narrowed his eyes as the world seemed to blur around him. He was currently riding on his way toward Feinster but his thoughts were on other things. The one thing he was thinking about above all else were the events that transpired when the Ra'zacs had attacked them. He knew that Eragon and Murtagh had to flee because the Ra'zacs were getting to close to them and had to leave him there but Brom accepted that.

He knew that Murtagh would not tell Eragon about how he survived until Brom can reveal it to his son when they finally meet. He fervently hoped Eragon was all right and at Feinster but he couldn't help but wonder if he was there.

The journey to Feinster was coming to a close and two dragons flying over the city. Brom recognized one of the dragons immediately; the sapphire blue scales reminded him of his dragon, whom the dragon was named after.

As if catching sight of him, Saphira dived down to the ground before landing in front of Brom. The red dragon that was following her landed behind the sapphire blue dragon and Saphira stretched her head forward, her eyes narrowing.

Brom? She asked silently.

"Aye, hello Saphira," Brom greeted his son's dragon as he climbed off of his horse before watching as Saphira gently sniffed him, as if making sure it was really him.

What happened? I thought you had died, Saphira said.

"Aye, everyone thought so, the only one who knows the truth is Murtagh," Brom replied.

Murtagh? Eragon does not know, Saphira asked silently.

"Aye, I made Murtagh swear to me in the ancient language that he would not tell Eragon until I can reveal it to him myself," Brom replied calmly, he paused for a moment before adding, "is Eragon here?"

Saphira exchanged a glance with the red dragon that was sitting down behind her. I'm sorry, Brom, but Eragon and Murtagh have been missing for a few days. A battle happened and they were fighting. They ended up falling off of Thorn and I and we were so locked in our fight that we were unable to catch them. They landed somewhere in the Spine and we cannot find them, she said silently.

"Thorn? Is he Murtagh's dragon? Is Muztagh a dragon rider?" Brom asked sounding shocked.

Aye, Saphira replied silently. They used to work for the Empire until they changed their true names and Thorn has been helping me try to find them ever since.

Brom glanced at Thorn as the red dragon prowled cautiously forward, his ruby red eyes were narrowed with fear. "Fricai onr eka eddyr," he said calmly.

Thorn hesitated again before glancing at Saphira who nodded encouragingly to him and the red dragon stretched out his snout before sniffing Brom. You are a Shur'tugal? he asked.

"Was," Brom replied calmly. Will you help us to find our riders? Thorn asked silently.

"Of course but first I must speak with the Varden leader," Brom replied.

We shall take you to Nasuada, Saphira said silently.

"Nasuada? What happened to Ajihad?"

He died during the Battle Under Farthen Dur, Saphira replied.

"Ah, very well, let us go," Brom said. He climbed onto his horse before following Saphira and Thorn as they flew into the air before flying back toward Feinster and he rode after them. As they flew and rode onward, Brom couldn't help but wonder if his son and Murtagh were all right.

A/n what do you think?

Blaze: well that was a short chapter

Darth: you said it would be

Tigerstar's Ghost: why did Murtagh run me over?

Murtagh: it was an accident, let it go!

Tigerstar's Ghost: not likely

Murtagh: (sighs and flies off on Thorn to the nearest Dairy Queen)

Blaze: (laughs) please review and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I possibly can