More than 20 viewers and one review? I'm starting to think you WANT all the cliffhangers. My story will be much more interesting with them, but the end of the story will leave you squirming in anger at me.

P.S. I recently found interest in star wars original trilogy, and I want to do a combo, so pick (yes, you will have to review), star wars in Eragon time period, star wars plot, but with Eragon time period, or Eragon in Star Wars period with laser blasters, space crafts, and lightsabers.

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P.S.S. Woo Hoo! Double digits rule! V

Chapter 10

"Here we are. Utgard." Eragon said to no one in particular.

"So, Solembum, where is the entrance?" Arya inquired.

You go down through the peak he replied, bored.

"Saphira?" Eragon said. With that, she lunged up and within 2 minutes, she descended through the peak. Only inside, there was not a dragon, but 38 ra'zac, and 8 lethrblaka. Eragon drew his sword, and slew 7 ra'zac, even though they did nothing to attack him, they pointed their swords at him upon his 7th kill. Then an attack hit his mind like a lance so hard, and so sudden, it knocked him flat to the ground.

Eragon! Saphira cried. Eragon staggered to his feat and was struck and hurled against the wall.

OW! That felt like a dragon whipped me with its tail. It took him a moment before he realized, he was whacked by a dragon's tail. Then, out of a shadow, emerged a massive, silver beast.

Who gave you permission to slay my guards? ! Do you have any idea how long it took my rider to permanently change their minds into being my companions? ! It, she, it was a she, snarled.

"I am sorry, mistress dragon… um, I apologize but, um, what is your name?" Eragon asked.

Faron, and I must know the names of those we kill. Faron said, still angry, though to a much lower extent than before.

"Before you kill us, let me explain why we have come here. I am Eragon Shadeslayer. This is my dragon, Saphira, my friend Arya, and this is my companion Solembum the werecat. We have come because we wish to destroy Galbatorix, leader of the old forsworn, creator and leader of the new. He has 3 dragons on his side and we have only 2. Saphira is one, and the other is named Glaedr, he is the last of the elders of old and has lost one of his legs to Galbatorix. We need your help if we are to defeat the one who led the obliteration of the old riders and, if my assumptions are correct, forced you to live in a rock like the dwarves. Arya? Solembum? Saphira? If you have anything to add, say it now." Eragon explained. They all remained silent for several minutes.

I know you are not lying, I can just sense it, but my rider is dead and I have had no true fights in years. The closest I've come to a fight was when I wrestled with a grizzly bear two years ago. Although I may be able to chose a new rider, depending on my options, and I should adapt quickly. I shall come with you, only one thing. She told them.

"What is it?" Arya asked.

This is not the rock of Kuthian, an Island by the name of Sharktooth is. It contains a tool that has never been located; it is the eldunari of our arctic colored father. He is the father of domestic dragons. His name, Galbatorix has hated it for decades, it is: Bid'Daum. She said with a hint of warning.

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"Do you think we will be able to defeat them?" Paul asked Murtagh.

"Doubtlessly" he replied as they saw the murdered village of Ya'zuac beneath them, smelling dreadful as they saw a mound of rotting bodies in the summertime.

"But didn't Eragon defeat you many times over? And he also chopped off your arm. Plus, now he has that werecat with him and who knows what they can do. And-"

"That is because he had those 13 elves with him pouring their energy into him, and Saphira is now smaller than Thorn, who is much more powerful now, and then there is you, you are almost as strong as me, both magically and with the blade, so Eragon won't know what hit him." He said in a tone that made it sound like he was only saying that to keep him from thinking his little brother better than him.

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Roran walked through the Varden's camp and, before they had to pack for battle, he wanted to get a weapon, the sword didn't work out for him. He meandered his way through the crowd scurrying to and fro the pavilion and he saw the tall, powerful man Roran had wanted to find.

"Fredric!" he called with a raise of his fist to show honor or respect.

"Stronghammer! What can I do you for?" he replied with a grin.

"The sword isn't my weapon," and he pulled up his shirt to show him a series of large purple and black spots and handed him the sword.

"Ack! Those must have hurt. However, we must get you a new weapon quickly!" he said with a smile that had the expression of a warrior about to make his next kill in battle- and enjoying it. But he merely walked over to a rack of spears and pulled several different models of spears off of it. He brought them back to Roran.

"Try these on for size, eh, Stronghammer?" he said. Roran attempted to use them like he had with Horst's spears, but ended up whacking himself with 3 of them, and dropping the other 2. Fredric took them back and tried some two-hand axes, no avail either. He went through many different weapons: spears, axes, pole-axes, mauls, even pikes, but he finally came to his seventh halberd and, after Roran tried it on the training field, nodded, this was his weapon. Fredric nodded but said nothing, but returned to whatever it is he is supposed to do, Roran didn't rightly know.

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Nasuada looked at all of the assembled troops, the Varden warriors, Surdans, Urgals, Kull or otherwise, dwarves, and the wandering tribes. She thought about her odds, the amount of rebel soldiers, the amount of imperial troops, and the position each side had, she realized that she had the short end of the stick. But heading up the Jiet with them were Orrin's armada of monstrous ships, even the sloops were larger than any other ship of their class, and Orrin told her that all the ships have a double-hull, the inside was made of bronze.

"Do you think we can defeat the Fleet of Dras-Leonna and Belatona combined?" She asked Oghyunng, the captain of the fleet.

"The fleet o' Belatona ain't notin compared t'the fleet o' Surda, plus dem there assault ships o' the urgals and da firepower of those there dwarven frigates and galleons." He replied with a heavy accent.

"The way I see it, Dras-Leonna ain't got shit against us when they's apart, they'd gotta be together t' put the hurtin on this armada. Hell, that's prolly the only reason ol Galbatorix don't send his ships to Reaveston er Dauth, cause they wouldn't do nothing to us 'fore they was sittin' on the bottom o' that old ocean themselves, doing nothing but giving fish a home." And with that, he spat off the deck.

"Belatona, in sight!" called a man from the crow's nest.

"Man the Ballistae! Spread th'word t'the rest o'the fleet! And somebody get me my crossbow!" he demanded. And all around, sailors were scurrying to and fro with barrels of javelins, tar, bolts, arrows, and taking down the sails as the rowing crews started rowing, they finished just on time because as soon as they loaded the last tar-coated missile into the ballistae and crossbows and just started lighting them up, a fleet of warships started plowing down the river.

Nasuada clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white, ready to fire a bow from behind when in range. The battle would begin in minutes, if not seconds. The Varden started to move away from the coast and prepared to charge the city.

"Guntera protect us!" Narheim whispered beside her, she looked closer and saw that the empire had about 250 ships, all large and ready to fire, the rebel armadas, combined, had struggled to make 400, but the 250 was only about ½ of what came from Belatona. The ships had turned the 90 degrees and as the blazing javelins soared through the air, within a matter of 15 minutes, eleven imperial frigates were sunk, and not a single rebel ship sunk, 7 pretty badly damaged, but still kept firing their deadly bolts.

None of them knew that the land units had made contact with the city until, even above the roar of the ship battle, they heard a massive crumbling as about ¼ of the south end was ripped apart and the red-tunics started pouring out over the dead or injured archers from the wall, but the hole was perfectly too small, the soldiers were limited and slain by archers who fired arrows at the loosening rubble, causing soldiers to fall and die without even fighting. The Varden was starting to scale the pile when a savage roar came from the city- a roar that can only come from a dragon. And up from the city flew a massive red monster with a warrior on its back.

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Come, we must keep going! Saphira cried. Eragon hid the eldunari of Bid-Daum in his bag. They were forced to fly over Teirm in order to get to the Varden who were fighting a battle at Belatona. He felt a consciousness touch his own, he recognized it as Trianna and he let her in.

Eragon help us! Thorn and Murtagh are here! We need your help if we are to avoid slaughter at his hands! Hurry! And she left.

Could this be true? Eragon asked.

Most likely said Arya.

Then we had best accelerate. Saphira! Did you learn the spiral kick dive-bomb aerial whip yet?

I've tried it once or twice, but I never understood quite how to do it, it never worked.

Then today is for quick learning! Follow my lead! And with her legs, she kicked and dove 90 degree spiraling straight down, easily hitting mach 1.5 with Saphira dead on her tracks. Then, about 10 meters from the ground, they lunged up and were moving almost twice as fast. They reached Belatona within the hour and things were not looking good. Many of the Varden's ships were damaged and mostly every siege engine was a blackened ash pile. Faron had hid underwater to sink imperial ships and to conceal herself from Thorn and Murtagh. Eragon somehow managed to catch them off guard and Saphira sunk her teeth into Thorn's right rear leg. Then, with a twist, she pulled a massive chunk of skin and muscle off before he could react. Thorn roared in pain loud enough for Galbatorix in his castle to hear.

"You!" Murtagh snarled, "I thought you were dead after you're little encounter with Kuthian's beast!"

"Think again" Eragon said with an overpowering sense of warning. Now Faron! Now! And within seconds, a massive silver beast was hovering behind Saphira.

"Cute, but we have a surprise for you, too. Paul! Bring Emnasia!" he bellowed. And then there was a massive emerald serpent-like dragon right beside him. Then hell broke loose. The fighting was so incredibly swift that not even an elf seeing this at ½ speed for the 8th time could say what happened. But after about 4-6 hours, Thorn tumbled to the ground and barely managed to flap his wings to save him from death. Murtagh healed him to a relatively small degree and the four of them fled into the night sky.

There you go, keep reviewing, I may yet be persuaded to fix the ending from my hair-pulling cliffhanger, to an annoying one instead.