Me: I am back! Well this chapter has something that was requested by a loyal reviewer and friend. Monsoul5 you are about to get your wish. Kinda. I have a feeling this is going to be painful to write...

Arya: I have a feeling that I am going to hate you soon.

Me: Not me, him! (points at Eragon)

Eragon: NO! NOT ME! I'M BEING CONTROLED!

Angela: Blockhead has a point.

Eragon: Thank yo-! HEY!

Me: I'm going to start the chapter before a Riot starts!

Chapter 9: An Interesting Kiss and a Repetitive Eye Twitch

Arya sighed.

'Why is it always me?' she wondered. Then aloud she said "I pick dare."

"How did you know I was going to pick you?" Eragon demanded.

"You've been staring at me for the last two minutes." Arya grumbled.

To cover up him embarrassment, Eragon said "Well then I dare you to…" he trailed off. When his face shifted into a devilish grin, Arya became wary. "I dare you too kiss your mother. On the mouth."

Arya had a look disbelief and disgust on her face. Islanzadís eye started twitching.

Orik spoke up before either elf could kill him.

"You should cut back on the drink lad."

"I'll agree with that." Arya said in a tight voice.

"You don't have to." Murtagh pointed out. "You have an escape option."

"I might kiss her just because you said that." Arya snapped.

Murtagh grinned wolfishly. "That'd be cool too."

"Arya, remember that he didn't specify anything. If you don't wish to strip, just kiss me as you did when you were younger." Islanzadí put in.

"Tough choice," she muttered.

After a moment's hesitation, Arya reluctantly leaned over and placed a quick peck on her mothers' mouth. She pulled away rapidly with a look of disgust.

Orik broke out into a loud guffaw and doubled over at the look on Aryas face.

There was a loud thump from behind them.

'What is so funny?' Saphira asked.

"Arya just kissed her mother." Angela explained.

There was another thump.

'Why?' Thorn asked.

"Because Eragon dared me to." Arya grumbled sullenly.

Murtagh narrowed his eyes at the dragons.

"It seems you two did much more than kiss," he growled.

"PURPLE DRAGON BABIES!" Orik yelled, doubling over in laughter once again.

There was a brief pause while everyone tried to register what he had said. Then all at once, they broke into hysterical laughter.

Everyone but Thorn and Saphira were laughing. They were too embarrassed to be able to laugh.

'How did they know?' Thorn asked Saphira.

'How should I know?' Saphira demanded. 'I was a little distracted.'

Thorn shifted uncomfortably and said nothing.

No one was able to regain their self control for several minutes.

Angela was the first to regain any semblance of self control. When she could finally breathe well enough to speak, she said "That was funnier than Murtagh dancing on the table."

The mention of his earlier humiliation sobered Murtagh up instantly.

"That was not that funny," he groused.

"Yes it was!" Eragon wheezed.

Murtagh punched his little brother on the shoulder in a not so gentle or playful way.

Arya stopped laughing as soon as the blow landed. She stood up and said "I am going to keep true to my word."

'Your word?' Thorn asked.

"I said that if anyone else hurt Eragon, I would take him to my tent and not let him out until tomorrow morning."

Saphira grinned and said 'Looks like me and Thorn aren't the only ones who get to have fun tonight.'

Arya ignored the dragon and tugged on Eragons arm.

"Let's go," she said.

Eragon stood up without hesitation and allowed Arya to haul him away.

"Good night!" he called over his shoulder.

There was a chorus of "good nights" and "see you in the mornings" as everyone watched them disappear into the night.

There was a moment of silence.

"Does this mean I don't get to see Arya take her shirt off again?" Orik asked.

"Why do you want to see my daughter undress?" Islanzadí asked sharply.

"Cause she's hot!" Orik cried.

Islanzadís eye started twitching again.

"What did you say?" the queen growled.

"Your daughter is hot." Orik repeated.

"Orik, it is your turn to cut back on the drink." Murtagh warned.

"No." he said stubbornly.

"I wonder what Eragon and Arya are up too?" Angela said before anyone could get hurt.

"They are probably reenacting what Thorn and Saphira were doing earlier." Murtagh said.

"Can we please get off the subject of my daughter?" Islanzadí snapped.

'Yes.' Saphira said. 'I think we should all go to bed. It is almost midnight.'

Everyone lifted their gazes to the sky. They were shocked to see the Saphira was correct.

"Time flies when you are having fun." Orik said.

"That is so cliché!" Angela cried. "Why can't anyone make up anything new?"

"Because all the good phrases are taken." Murtagh said dryly.

"Yes, I suppose you are right." Angela said glumly.

"Why don't we go back to my tent?" Murtagh suggested. "I can make you feel better."

Angela grinned. "I'd like that very much."

"Oh please, I may be sick." Islanzadí gagged.

"Don't be so cynical." Angela murmured, standing.

Murtagh stood quickly and led her away to his tent.

Orik turned to face the queen lazily.

"Looks like it's just you and me now baby," he said.

Stony faced, Islanzadí stood and walked away.

'You're on your own Orik.' Thorn said as he took flight, Saphira close behind.

Orik sat alone at the table for a while. After a little while, Solembum jumped up onto the table in cat form and began to lap the ale from Angelas abandoned mug.

"How's it goin'?" Orik asked.

'Rather well, Master Dwarf. It was amusing to watch the evening unfold tonight.' Solembum replied and leapt back down off the table. He walked away; tail swishing gracefully through the air. This left Orik alone again.

The dwarf took another swig of ale. When he placed his mug back on the table, he closed his eyes for a moment, then keeled over and passed out on the ground behind him.

And he stayed there for the rest of the night.

Me: It's over! The end!

Arya: FREEDOM!

Me: Maybe. I still have one big question for my reviewers.

Eragon: Which is…?

Me: Do you want a sequel? Do you want to know what everyone did after they left? If so, let me know and I will write more. It will be posted under a new title.

Arya: Great. More hell for us.

Me: Don't mope. There might not be a sequel.

Murtagh: I hope not. This was bad enough!

Islanzadí: I agree.

Orik: Will there be any purple dragon babies?

Me: Maybe. Well I'm going to go. I have school tomorrow and I don't want to be sleep deprived. Oh who am I kidding? I'll just go downstairs and re-read Eldest! Well good night to all! Please review!