Author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Inheritance Cycle/Eragon.

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Chapter 8

Arya stared at me for a minute and then she said.

"Please tell me he isn't who I think he is."

If you think that he is Murtagh, then no I can't tell you that. I told her mentally. I'll explain later but I can go contact him so that we can have some extra help.

"Are you sure that he will even help?" Arya asked.

"Of course, I'm his daughter. Nothing will stop him from helping me." I replied confidently.

Arya took a deep breath and then she said.

"Go contact him, then get going."

"Will do." I said and then I ran off to contact my father.


I was riding on Cordnell's back, hoping that my father would come. I had contacted him quickly and told him our situation before I cut the connection and mounted Cordnell who took off in a hurry. I hadn't waited for his reply, I was in such a hurry that I wondered if he had even understood my message.

Oh well, it was too late now.

We arrived at Teirm to see dragons fighting dragons and we joined in the fight. Which turned sour quickly.

With our luck, we ended up fighting against a dragon that was much larger than Cordnell and I honestly didn't know how we were going to beat it. I exchanged blows with the rider but it was clear that I was beat before we even began. Still we fought. We'd rather go down with dignity than disgrace.

Just as we were about to be defeated for good, there was a roar and a huge, red dragon pushed the other dragon away from us. I knew that it was Thorn and Murtagh. I sent a smile at them and then together we fought off the other dragon.

After that, we fought several other riders until the intruders had fled and the wings of enemy dragons were out of sight. Cordnell landed and I slid off his back. Almost instantly, I was wrapped in a hug from my father.

"I missed you." He muttered into my hair.

"It hasn't been that long, father." I said before pulling away.

"I still missed you." My father said smiling.

Suddenly there was a gasp, and the clanging sound of a sword hitting the ground assaulted my ear drums. My father and I both turned around to see Jesslia holding a hand over her mouth.

"What's wrong, Jesslia?" I asked her.

My father froze at that last word. He stared at Jesslia for a moment and then he asked.

"Jesslia, is that really you?"

"Murtagh?" Jesslia asked in response.

I could do nothing as I stared at both of them in shock. Finally I managed to ask.

"You two know each other?"

Author's note.

And another cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Anyway, I've been getting questions about Rebecca's mother and I will just say now that I have given you enough clues to figure out who she is.

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