A/N: Hey! SOOOO sorry I didn't update! This was done days ago! And just now I was looking at my story (wondering why I haven't gotten any reviews laitly...) and I relized I didn't actually post the chapter after I uploaded it! I feel so stupid! sorry again! I'm about to write another chapter so it should be up within the hour!

Disclamer: I do not own Eragon.

Murtagh walked closer to Angela, leaning forward for the kiss. He lightly brushed her lips, flinching at the contact. Just as Murtagh was pulling away Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Eragon and Arya just sat there, wide eyed. After about 30 seconds Murtagh was getting comfortable. 'Hmm..' He thought 'This isn't so bad.'

But then he felt the pain. He looked down shocked, to see Angela's knee was what had caused him the discomfort. Her knee had hit him straight in the crotch, with full force. Murtagh fell on the ground rolling and moaning, tears streaming down his face. Mean while Eragon, Arya, and Nasuada fell over from laughing. "Well I don't see whats so funny." Remarked the witch "It's your turn Murtagh, so get up and stop crying like a baby!"

Murtagh stood up hesitantly. "Saphira, your turn. Question or Action?" "Question" She replied. "Do you love Thorn?" He asked, his eyes were so wide with anticipation, they looked like they were going to pop out of his head. "Yes." Replied the dragon. "See, I don't see what all your fuss is about. It's not that hard." She said trying to change the subject.

"Saphira" Said Thorn "I wish to talk to you in privet" So the dragons retreated to their own minds to carry on their own conversation. Eragon and Arya walked to where Murtagh and Angela were standing, having just recovered from their laughing fit. "What do you think they are talking about?" Asked Nasuada.

Before anyone could answer, the dragons took off, covering the group with a gust of wind. "Where are you going?" Angela yelled "We are playing a game!" But they were already too far away. Murtagh and Eragon grinned, as they could since their dragons intentions. "What?" Asked Arya "Lets just say Thorn loves Saphira as well" Said Eragon, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

"Well I think now that the dragons are gone, I should get to go next." Said Angela "Seeing as I'm the new comer and all. Everyone agreed, and allowed her to pick. "You know" said the witch "I think I will pick Nasuada. So how about it oh glorious leader? Question or action. "Action" Nasuada sighed. "Hmm..." mumbled the witch, who pulled out a random bottle from somewhere inside her dress.

"Drink ALL of this." She said "What is it?" Asked Nasuada horrified. "Nothing that will hurt you now drink it!" Angela yelled as she tossed to bottle at the unexpected varden leader. She just barely caught it. As she took off the cork, a sour smell filled the air. "I am not drinking this!" She said in alarm.

"Like I said it wont hurt you. Besides, you have too so get it over with before I pin you down and shove the thing down your throat, bottle and all!" Nasuada drank the whole thing in one gulp, sending her to her knees. The substance she had just drank had a sweet nectar taste, but weakened her body.

"I don't know what happened" She said as she stood up. "Well, lets forget about it" Said Arya. "we shall" Nasuada replied. "Eragon, question or action?" "Question." "What do you think about when you look at Arya?" She asked the rider. Now that was a little to far, and it caused Eragon to explode. "THAT IS NO ONES BISUNESS!" He shouted, as he started walking around the clearing throwing his hands in the air, muttering things to himself. But then Arya's voice rang out. "Is it really so bad that you can not say it in front of me?" She asked, sadness creeping into her voice.

Eragon looked at her and whispered. "no" to where almost no one could hear. Taking one step at a time he walked closer to Arya. "when I see you...I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...no the most beautiful in all of Alegaisia. when I see you...I think...no not think...I know I love you...and that will never change." Eragon and Arya, who seemed oblivious to everyone else just stared at each other for a few moments, and then: "oh Eragon." the elf whispered back, and she surprised everyone by leaning in and kissing Eragon.

"Arya! What are you doing my daughter?" Said a regale voice from behind them. Arya stiffened, but did not remove her lips from Eragons. And one thought crossed her mind. "Mother"

A/N: sorry if that stinks! I don't write well on 4 hours of sleep! ….^.^

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