Well here's chapter three andI know I said I wasn't going to update, oh well, I lied.

A lot of OOCness in here for certain unknown reasons (glares at muses). Now about the plot, well it's what I want the story to go, I guess the basic plot is the same as the book.

Warnings: None at the moment. (might be slash further on)

Disclaimer: NOT MINE (again) except the OCs andODs

Well enjoy and don't forget to R&R, except for a certain snaky (you know who you are). Constructive criticism is welcome and do tell me about my mistakes, I didn't proof it this time. If there are any words stuck together it's the website's fualt (really).

"So, what are we going to do now?" The shrouded figure asked as he prowled around the desert sands.

His companion was more focused on the dragon, who was sniffing around the sand. "What is it?" her voice rang out clearly in the desert air.

The dragon's tail swished, irritated, as he scented the air. Suddenly his snarl filled the cold desert night and the dragon took off angrily into the air. Moments later his mental voice, filled with rage, shredded through their minds.

Slavers!

The halls of Farthen Dûr shook as it once had when dragons inhabited it, shaking the walls with their sheer bulk as they prowled through the halls. This time however, there were no dragons and the language which rocked the halls was enough to sting even the most indelicate of ears, and it came from a lady no less.

Though, that was to be expected, after all, Nasuada was not about to meekly obey her father with out a fight, and a fight was exactly what was happening since Ajihad had, inevitably, discovered what she had done.

The twins had somehow ended up outside of Ajihad's counsel chamber some twenty minutes into the argument (curtsey of Nasuada of course), when their input, if it could be called such became too much to bear. So, now they were hiding somewhere in Farthen Dûr, listening in to the on going argument. Not that they couldn't hear it anyways no matter where they were in Farthen Dûr since the argument was certainly loud enough to be heard through out the entire mountain.

Meanwhile, inside the counsel chambers, only three people remained (the others had fled when they realized what was about to take place). Orik, had remained for what he believed would be great entertainment; as long as he didn't draw too much attention to himself, that is.

Ajihad was beyond irritated. "I can't believe you let Murtagh leave!" he snapped glaring at his only daughter, one, he currently whished he had not had. "Arya, I can understand, I never expected you or anyone to stop her from leaving and searching for Eragon, but did you have to let her take Murtagh with her?"

Staring quite defiantly back at her father, Nasuada, answered without any hesitation. "Of course, and I forced Arya to take Murtagh with her. Besides you couldn't expect me to let you keep him locked up here for the rest of his life, could you?"

"Not the rest of his life, just until he lets the twins in his mind to clear him or erase his memory of this place," Ajihad sighed.

"Which is the rest of his natural life!" she snapped right back.

Orik snorted in amusement at that and Ajihad shot him an annoyed glare. "Well she's right," he defended. "This is the twins we're talking about. I, personally, wouldn't let them near the minds of my worst enemies, let alone people who have done absolutely nothing wrong."

"They're not that bad," Ajihad muttered weakly.

Unfortunately that was the last straw for Nasuada as her temper flared out of control, "Yes they are and you know it!" she screamed, "I can't do anything about the decisions I have made and neither can you, because I know for a fact that we don't have enough people to waste by sending a search party to look for an elf and a human because of the casualties we suffered in the last battle. Which means you have to live with it whether you like it or not!" With that she stormed out of the counsel chambers, slamming the double doors so hard that the walls shook.

"Well," Orik muttered as the ringing slowly left his ears feeling slightly deaf. "I just figured out a way to defeat Galbatorix."

Shaking off the shock, Ajihad turned towards the dwarf, more than slightly apprehensive. "How?" he asked.

"Get him to marry your daughter." Orik replied, as he strode out of the room, "She'll turn him into a gibbering mess in less than a week." With that he closed the door.

All Ajihad could do was stare at the closed door with disbelief; his jaw hanging opened.

Strong wings cut through the desert air like a knife, over and over again, as the dragon sped across the desert. A slender woman rested on its back, sleeping.

A small figured followed it like a distorted shadow created by the silver moon.

He's back hurt, his wings ached and being constantly buffeted by gusts of wind created by a 10 ton dragon was not helping. Not to mention that they had been travelling at an exhaustive pace all night long and his body was having trouble keeping up with a dragon. However his misery was abruptly broken as his over taxed mind finally registered where they were headed.

Snapping his wings back, he stopped and landed gently in the desert sand, giving he's fatigued body a much needed break. "Are we headed in the right direction?" He screamed at still moving dragon.

The dragon glided to a halt, generating a cloud of dust, while his rider jolted at the sudden stop, coughing in the dust cloud. "What are you do you mean by 'the right direction' Are you becoming too tired?" She chocked back.

No, he has a point. She turned to look at the dragon. We're heading towards the Varden.

Arya hissed out a curse as two of the slavers got up and began to cautiously made their way towards the crack (or so they thought) in the cliff face. Quickly she hauled Murtagh to his feet and pressed him firmly against the stone wall hiding them from view and drew her sword. There was nothing she could do about the horses; they were going to be noticed no matter what.

"Oy, there are horses in here!" One of the slavers exclaimed in shock after trying to stick his head into the cave and failing, but managing to see the horses anyway.

His companion shoved him over and looked in, "You're right." He muttered. Then turned his head and yelled, "Hey boss, he's right. There are literally horses in here and it looks like they're in good shape too."

"Well, let's get them out."

Arya cringed inwardly. Now they were never going to leave, at least not without trying to take the horses with them.

Nya hahaha Another cliffy oh well. And yesI realize that it's short but at least I updated.In case the snake was wondering, yes I'm rewriting the prequel(yes to this story) and no I won't be posting it any time soon (maybe I will, not sure yet).

Does anyone know whether it's Throjehem or Farthern Dur that's the Varden's headquarters cause I'm slightly confused.