The Girls: We hate you!

Me: What did I do?! Oh...

Brooke: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!

Me: It wasn't my fault! This was how it happened in the books and I like to keep the storylines similar!

Rebecca: HA! Tell that to Nasuada and Orrin!

Me: Hey! No spoilers!

Sarah: This is FANFICTION, you can do whatever you bloody want and nobody would care!

Me: I WOULD!

Avery and Jackie: The author only owns their OCs.

The Girls: SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!

Avery and Jackie: The author finished The Mummy story, but has to wait to publish it until this story is completely published.

Me: JUST START READING ALREADY!

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down; you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound." -Taylor Swfit

"Megara!"

Ellie had woken to a heated, though dangerously calm argument between Sarah and Meg. There was another man there, one she did not recognize; however, Sarah did not seem the least bit intimidated, which meant she didn't have to be.

"'Megara'?" The man asked. She looked to her left to find a rather stiff Eragon right next to her. She sincerely hoped her face wasn't as red as she felt. "Isn't her name Meg?"

"Her real name is Megara." Sarah explained quietly. "But we never call her that. It only says Megara on her birth certificate. Everything else is just Meg."

"Why?"

Sarah locked eyes with Ellie, before she whispered, "Because it was her mother's name, too."

Eragon's attention turned to the man who introduced himself as Murtagh (Ellie could've face-palmed.) While the girls' attention remained with their friend who had become almost instantly emotionally conflicted.

"I'm going to find her," Murtagh said after he had answered Eragon's questions. "Keep an eye on him, don't leave this place yet."

"I hope they return soon." Ellie murmured. "We can not linger."

"How long since the attack?" Eragon asked.

"A few hours." Sarah replied. "Murtagh, Saphira and I had to haul your arse out. That was not fun."

"And hopefully, you'll not need to do it again." They looked up to see Murtagh enter—alone.

"Did you find her?" Ellie questioned, coming to her feet to address him properly and take in a good view of the rather handsome man that had clearly stolen her friend's heart.

He nodded, "She is tending to the horses. We must leave as soon as possible, but he will be difficult to move." He gestured to Brom.

"Saphira can carry him if we make a litter, though I do not think I have the strength."

"No, you do not." Murtagh said. "And neither do you, Ellie. Sarah, will you assist me? I am positive Meg will help as well." Sarah nodded silently. After about a half an hour, Murtagh and Sarah returned with the litter. Gently, the only able strong man pulled Brom into a relatively comfortable position.

Saphira took hold of the sides and took flight. Eragon watched the newcomer warily. The only reason he allowed Meg to come with them was because Ellie was friends with her and trusted her with her life. However only Meg knew Murtagh and from what he had heard and seen, he wasn't exactly a trustworthy sort. He was reluctant to accept him as a companion, but when he suggested to the stranger that he should leave and travel as far away from them as possible, he snorted and ground out the fire.

"A pretty speech," He said, loud enough for Meg to hear from outside. She smirked ever so slight. "But where will you go? Is there a place nearby where you can rest in safety?"

"No," Ellie said, realizing what Eragon was intending to do and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"In such case, I believe I will accompany you until you're out of danger. I've no better place to be."

"And what of Meg?" Sarah questioned.

He seemed startled when her name was mentioned, which was just as Sarah had planned. "I do not understand what you mean." He replied bluntly.

"I think you do," Sarah said tauntingly, sauntering over to him. "I mean are you going to be a problem with Meg because of what happened in Teirm? Do I have to worry about her because you're hurting her or-"

"Now listen closely," He growled, his expression dark. "I would die to protect her. I will not hurt her and if I do by some twist of fate then you have every right to send me away."

They stared at him in surprise at such an open display of fondness. They were silent for a moment until Meg came in, "We should leave." She said confused as to the gleaming expressions on her friend's faces. "I'd prefer not to be ambushed by the Ra'zac."

"We may leave when your companions are ready." Murtagh replied. Meg gave the faintest smile and nodded before turning to the horses.

They rode long and hard into the night until Saphira pointed out to Eragon a cave that would provide enough cover and they rested.

Ellie was pulled from her slumber violently by Meg and Sarah. Something was wrong. She looked around to find Eragon and Murtagh holding down a thrashing Brom. "Bring the wineskin!" The disheveled man told Eragon. There was a moment of hesitation then panic when the skin could not be found, though Murtagh remedied this, then retreated to the mouth of the cave to give them privacy.

To their dismay, Brom revealed a short narrative of his old life as well as the fact that he once was a dragon rider. Ellie's breathing became labored upon realizing that he was dying. Meg gave a choked gasp, forcing the sobs to stay quiet. Sarah had silent tears running down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

Brom reached out to Ellie who took his hand, tears falling freely now. "You keep an eye on him, now." He said with a weary smile. "And I expect your children to only hear good stories about the cranky old storyteller." Ellie's face grew red, but she laughed and kissed his brow. "And now, for the greatest adventure of all." Brom's eyes glazed and dimmed and his light faded.

Meg sat on her knees on his opposing side and Sarah, beside her. And as Sarah closed his eyes, she sang quietly, as though to ease his passing, "Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound."

Murtagh did not think it a good idea to bury him, as they might be seen. Sarah, Ellie and Eragon begged him to carry the body, seeing as they could not bare his weight whether physically or emotionally. In the end, it was Meg who convinced him by touching his crossed arm and whispering, "Please."

With magic, they buried him and left a few words of him set in a diamond tomb that would withstand ages.

Eragon dreamed of the woman again, but he was smart enough to only tell Meg this time.