Kids Again

Summary: When one of Murtagh's attempts on magic goes wrong, he has to pay the ultimate price. Babysit Eragon until a suitable cure is found. R&R please.

A/N: Final chapter! And so ends my first ever fic...I'm going to miss torturing Murtagh.

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Eragon and Eldest all belong to Christopher Paolini and I am in no way making money out of his characters.

Everybody was staring at the spot in which Eragon had just disappeared.

"Um, everybody? We have around a whole day to find him, but who know's where he's disappeared off to." Angela pointed out tentatively. "I suggest we get started."

Arya was in her element.

"Right you are. Nasuada, please alert everybody to be on the lookout for a certain brown haired boy, named Tristan. We can't blow our cover, yet. Murtagh, you search the lower levels of the city, while I'll take the higher ones. Angela, I think you ought to educate everybody on the reverse spell, just in case we catch him, and we're in a tight spot." she commanded.

Angela nodded, and pulled out a small scroll. "Everybody, the spell is as follows: Evserer yht migac. Evserer yht eplls. Runtre ot ahwt oyu cnoe rwee. Evserer eht eplls." she recited. Everybody took a moment to recite and memorise it, before they went their own way.

"Wait! What about Thorn and Saphira?" Nasuada asked.

"Saphira, you stay here and pin down Eragon if he comes back. Oh, and look after Thorn too, he'll throw a fit." Murtagh instructed. Saphira gave the gentlest flick of the head, then turned to Thorn.

Ever heard of LA Weightloss?

Eragon was extremely bored. As much as he didn't like being a kid, he didn't want to become an adult. Besides, the sixteen year old mind was excited at the thought of the fact that Arya would now give him her full and undivided attention. What more could he ask for?

I think I should hide until sunset. That's when the spell will no longer be able to work. The older senses overpowered the younger ones, and searched for a suitable hiding spot. They were on the fifteenth floor of the city, and it was pretty much deserted. No one would think to look here. They'd first go to the Dragon Hold and such.

After some rooting, he found an adequate hiding spot. A cupboard in one of the quarters. Perfect. he thought, and tucked himself away underneath it. No one would find him now.

"Eragon!" Arya called. She was searching the higher levels, but it was all in vain. For a brief moment, she expected him to zoom by on the Dwarf Slide, like he had the first time. But the slide was completely empty.

She decended the stairs to the sixteenth floor, and called his name a few more times and searched every nook and cranny. Finally, she uttered the spell for human detection, but found no one on the floor. Arya cast the spell again, and frowned. The faintest of tinglings was coming from the floor beneath her feet. Could it be that Eragon was hiding on the fifteenth floor?

Nah, that's impossible. But the spell never lied. Quickly, she decided to Scry his presence and looked around for a sink or such. Every one of the quarters had been equipped once upon a time, in case of emergencies. Filling up a bowl with water, she muttered the words for Scrying, and concentrated on the fifteenth floor.

Sure enough, after some searching, she spotted Eragon hiding underneath one of the cabinets. She smiled.

It was time to corner the beast.

Murtagh searched the lower floors frantically. They were packed, of course, but there was no Eragon. He made his way higher, and higher, and the levels slowly began to empty. Finally, he reached the fourteenth floor and cast the human detection spell. Nothing was on the floor, except for maybe a lone human or two. He cast it a few more times to be sure, and finally, he felt it.

The faintest of tinglings was pulsating from the floor above him. No doubt, Eragon was hiding there. There was absolutely no time to waste. It had taken long enough to search the lower levels, and almost half of the day had passed.

"THE SUN IS SETTING!" The guards at the entrance called out. Murtagh felt his heart stop. There was no time to lose. It was now or be stuck with the disappearing kid Eragon forever.

He raced up the stairs, and bumped into a frantic Arya.

"Eragon-"

"-is hiding-"

"-IN THIS LEVEL!" they finished together and dashed around. Murtagh was about to take different route, but Arya screamed at him to follow her.

"Follow me! No, don't go there, I know where he is!" she cried. Murtagh followed her, and they made their way to the quarters in which Arya had seen him. "ERAGON COME OUT NOW! WE KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" she screamed.

A giggle resounded from underneath the cabinet, and the turned just in time to find Eragon streaking away. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Murtagh screeched, and streaked after the kid. "You made me lose Stumpy, suffer in the hospital wing for almost four days, and set a freakishingly angry Arya at me! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY!" Every single horrible thing that had happened over the past week spouted out of his mouth as he chased a giggling Eragon around the floor. "GET BACK HERE!"

And then everything happened in slow motion.

Eragon threw himself over the edge of the floor and landed on the Dwarf Slide by some streak of chance. He knew it wasn't luck, it was just the way he was. He had discovered more about the slide than anybody else ever had. Even more than the dwarves.

In his rage, Murtagh wasn't thinking straight. He have a hoarse yell, and jumped onto the slide himself. He knew that it was a life or death situation, but if he died, he knew that he was freeing the world of the horrors of a kid Eragon.

His hands closed around the five year old's torso, and they engaged in a wrestling match. "YOU. WILL. NEVER. EVER. TORMENT. THIS. WORLD. AGAIN!" Murtagh yelled and tightened his grip upon Eragon. Just as Eragon was about to sink his teeth into his hands, Murtagh yelled out the reverse spell. "Evserer yht migac. Evserer yht eplls. Runtre ot ahwt oyu cnoe rwee. Evserer eht eplls!" he shouted.

A glowing look enveloped Eragon, and Murtagh slackened his grip. He watched as they streaked onwards, as Eragon's body enlarged, he turned into more of the thick-headed sixteen year old he was. Until finally, as they reached the final bend of the Dwarf Slide, he was a man again.

The two brothers tumbled out of the Dwarf Slide, panting. Murtagh was shaking slightly, and Eragon's eyes were closed. The memories of the past two weeks had faded slightly, but were still there. He turned to face his brother, who was glaring at him.

"Eragon! Are you okay?!" Arya shouted, as she jumped the last few steps of the Vol Turin. Nasuada and Angela were right behind her. A few bricks and debris thudded to the ground, and two streaks of blue and red landed on the ground.

Murtagh, you okay? Thorn asked. Murtagh stared at his dragon.

Did you finally lose weight? he joked. Thorn rolled his eyes.

I AM NOT FAT!

Sure.

He glanced back at Eragon, who was staring at Arya with a glazed look on his face. Arya stared at him, before slapping him across the face. Hard. She opened her mouth, and for once, the screeching was directed at someone else besides Murtagh.

Murtagh sighed. Everything was finally back to normal.

Now if only he had Stumpy...

But he was willing to make sacrifices.

The End

A/N: The end! I had to make this chapter a bit long to add everything that I wanted to add. It's great to see all my plans get wrapped up now. And poor old Stumpy...wherever is he now?

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