It was a quick finish but its finished. I hope its good. Read through it a few times so I hope I caught any mistakes.

2 year later. Murtagh has already been revealed he is Capri's father...

Above the skies of Uruban, occupants of the city and castle were so attuned to the low roars and glimmering scales of dragons that were once more ruling the skies. Six glowing jewels raced each other to the ground, wings folded against their sides and talons tucked close. Before colliding with the earth wings snapped to full length, sending them rocketing over the city. Even if it was a daily occurrence, people still ducked at the low flying, playful dragons. Inside the castle courtyards, playful wasn't the word that came to mind.

Eragon leaned against the wall, watching the newest riders train. Deven and Reed had considered themselves the luckiest guys in the kingdom when the orange and purple eggs rattled and cracked after they touched the veined shells a short three months ago. That 'luck' they had been so excited for had now come to bit them in the butt.

Standing across from the sparring boys was the stern, stoic Murtagh. Eyes reading no emotion only cruel hard examination, ready to call out the slightest fault in their fighting technique.

Beside him was the flawless Capri. Dark hair pulled into a braid she bit her lip as she watched the sparring. Well, more like watching Deven spar. Her eyes had every intention of staying put upon the nineteen year old blonde.

Upon meeting Deven, Murtagh had met his first true challenge of being a father; Boys. It wasn't hard to notice just how much time Capri and Deven sparred together. Or how they ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together and even just spent time together!

Murtagh expressed his concern to Nasuada, asking her what could possibly be going through their daughter's mind. How could Capri even be looking at guys at her age. Nasuada had just shook her head, reminding her love that their daughter was the grown up age of eighteen and that Deven had been friends with her for years.

Murtagh knew Nasuada had accepted Capri's relationship with the new rider, so that only left him.

"Dead." Deven panted, shoulders heaving in exhaustion of the duel. Silver sword tip was held above the younger Reed's heart who was in the same state as the Victor.

"I'm not surprised." Reed's breathed with a grin, releasing his hold on the blade in his hands.

Holding a hand out to his friend, both boys turned to face their mentor who was still a statue. Capri was having a difficult time holding in her excitement for Deven as she peeked at her father through the corner of her eye.

After a pregnant pause Murtagh drew Zar'roc. "Alright Deven. Lets go." The young riders' jaws dropped in complete horror at their mentor. He had just suffered a five minute strenuous fight and now he was expected to fight against the Red Rider? Yes, everyone knew Murtagh was to be trusted and accepted, but it was daunting for the young man to have to fight against the rider who served Galbatorix.

"Don't you think they should get a break, Murtagh?" Eragon called from the sidelines.

"In battle, your opponents aren't gracious enough to give 'breaks.' And, this is my training session, the one you begged for me to take. So silence, brother. Ready Deven?"

Sighing in defeat Eragon returned to his silent stance. Deven took a breath then nodded, sword ready. Reed took a place beside Capri, ready to watch his friend get the crap beat out of him. "So what's your father planning?" He leaned closer to Capri, not wanting Murtagh overhearing.

"I have no clue." She growled irritably through clenched teeth.

The two fighters clashed, swords deflecting the other as they danced over the worn grass.

Even for his tired state, Deven worked hard to impress Murtagh. If he could beat the Red Rider in a sword fight it would be like defeating a king. But that was unlikely. No one ever, ever beats Murtagh.

Deven was able to hold his own for over a minute before he was taken off guard by a gloved hand latching upon his wrist and a viper fast leg sending him falling to the ground. Dropping his sword, Murtagh pinned Deven's arm to the ground and glared down at the shocked teenager.

Capri gasped and had to force herself not to yell out that her father was a cheat.

Deven was terrified by the murderous glare Murtagh was sending down at him. He had not a clue what he had done to deserve such a look, or being thrown to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He dared not take a breath when his mentor spoke.

"This is a lesson for you. So you better not forget it." Murtagh hissed, keeping his voice low so only Deven would hear. "You can't beat me. You'll never be able to beat me. So if you hurt one hair on my daughter, or bring one tear to her eye, you answer to me."

Deven nodded and stuttered out, "Y-yes, sir."

"Good." Murtagh grinned in such a cruel way only a father knew how. Releasing his hold on the boy, Murtagh stood and held a hand towards Deven which the teen accepted. Once both were on their feet Murtagh turned towards Capri.

"Now that we've had a heart to heart, you can keep him."

Capri couldn't control the embarrassed blush that ran over her face. She growled at Murtagh who pleasantly declared practice over and walked from the courtyard. Once in the shadows he found himself halted by small hands around his waist.

"You're horrible, you that Murtagh?"

Hearing his beloved's voice he allowed himself to be reeled in. Wrapping his arms around her in return he chuckled. "I'm just looking out for my baby."

"Oh yes well did you have to scare the poor boy senseless?"

"That was just a bonus in the deal."

Sighing Nasuada looked towards the teens. "I guess you have to find ways to entertain yourself."

"Hmm, sounds like your jealous, not being my only source of entertainment." Murtagh leaned down, lips close to her own. Before he could reach his mark he was pushed back.

"Oh darling please, if anything you're my entertainment." Nasuada laughed.

Sending her a sly smile he pulled her towards the hall that lead to their chambers. "Well then, I'll just have to prove you wrong, won't I."

"Oh I guess you will."

THE END