Now I'm going to reply to some reviews through my chapters.
fanfiction00: Haven't the slightest clue what your talking about, although thank you for your complements on the story. Yeah it took a long time to do so well on the ancient language
Aiedail88: Yeah, I can actually. I can keep Kroger alive for the rest of the story. I could make Kroger kill Eragon and take the throne, but I won't. You know why? Because I'd probably lose some fans over that one. As for the romance scene with Eragon and Arya, I'm trying right now just to get permission to do another one.
Alice Prince: Thank you so much. I can honestly say you are one of the best readers I've ever had. :) hahaha. No. That wasn't the last chapter, far from it. This is going to al the people that are reading my story: After looked at it for a while to end the story will take at least another full book.
Link-Order-Time: Yeah I know, it's awesome. I hope Eragon makes a good king too. As for Galby's second dragon, Eragon the original reversed his aging process and made him into an egg again. Read chapter 7 of book 4.
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Eragon walked by Saphira down the road. His mind was filled with joy. Gailbatorix was finally dead! Finally the horrible burden of killing their
ancient foe had been cast off. As he encountered people he informed them of the king's death. Without exception the all bowed down to him as
if he were their Great Redeemer. Eragon felt detached when they did such, as if he was watching what had happened from another's memories.
Eragon turned a corner to see a mountain of bodies, higher then the houses in the road. Sitting on top of the pile, like a rose sitting on a pile of
dead leaves, was Kaona. She looked down at the carnage she had made and then jumped down to the ground, nearly forty feet down. She
looked sorrowfully at the mound of bodies. "The loudest cries of the cursed are those of the dead." Eragon went up to her and placed a hand on
her shoulder. "That may be, but the cries of joy, this day, from the living outmatch those of the dead." She cast her blue jay colored eyes at him.
Her gaze softened. "Thank you, Father." She turned and took a step and then collapsed, clutching her knee. "**** that solider," she yelled.
Eragon's eyebrows went up slightly. He had not heard his daughter talk like that before. Fayner, who stood a couple of yards away, ran over
and knelt by her. "What's wrong?" Kaona let a long sigh through her nostrils and barked, "Brakka!" The trickle of blood coming from her knee
ceased. Fayner drew a knife and cut open the elven beauty's pants, as she followed the same custom as Arya and she was so skilled armor was
not need, and then laid a hand on her leg. He ran the hand up her leg until he reached the middle of her thigh. Eragon noted that Fayner kept
his mind powerfully shielded from others, as his hands moved across the perfect skin of her leg. Kaona giggled. He looked back at her to see her
looking faintly amused. "You, sir, are a bold man." She stood up and said, "Take care to think before acting. Your advances will not work as well
on me as they did on K'eray. I may be younger, but I am far more mature. If you wish to feel me like that, you will have to first win me over." She
placed two fingers on her lips and then walked off. Fayner stood and sighed. "I can't help myself around a woman with blue eyes." Eragon
nodded. He looked at Fayner. "You know that one saying, about how a father is supposed to protective of his daughter and take out anyone
who has the nerve to look at her, let alone touch her?" Fayner's face palled. "Ye-yeah." Eragon walked to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Remember it."
"Eragon." Eragon turned as he heard someone say his name. Kecra walked to him, in human form, with a hard scowl on his face. Blood dripped
from his left arm. His shadow was broken into three parts, one hocked onto a man, a woman, and what appeared to be a solider. "What is it?"
Kecra jerked his head at the man and the woman. "Those two claim to be the brother and sister of the renowned Shadeslayer, Eragon. I didn't
believe them of course, so I decided to take them to you. And this one-" He pointed at the solider, "slashed me with a sword on my arm, and so
I decided to take him along too." Eragon looked at the two people claiming to be his siblings. They looked something alike him, although the girl
had blonde hair, rather then brown. Eragon flicked a finger at the solider. "Get him out of here." Without any movement of Kecra's part his
shadow shot away from him and grew into the form of a large Kull. It grabbed the man by the back of his mail and took him away. Eragon
returned his attention to the two left. "How do I know you are really my brother and sister?" The man laughed. "How can you? Ask our mother.
You are our brother." The woman looked fearfully at Kecra. The blind werecat did not look in any direction but Eragon could feel that the girl felt
as if he was just staring at her. "Wh-what is that?" The question was directed at Eragon. Kecra's head jerked to her. He flipped his head back
and his black bangs parted to show on of his eyes. It was black as a nighttime cloud. "I can answer for myself. I am a werecat." The girl tried to
take a step back, but was bound in Kecra's shadow. "Don't even waste your time trying to move. You can't even breathe unless I allow it." The
girl's face darkened. "But how can you do that?" Kecra sighed. "How am I supposed to know? After all I'm blind." That piece of information
confused the girl more then anything. "But if your blind then how can you see where to walk and stuff?" Kecra growled and turned into cat form.
The girl yelped in shook. Kecra's shadow began moving up her leg. Eragon heard something behind him, then another werecat, in cat form,
walked up in front of him and placed a paw on Kecra's advancing shadow. It was L'ura. She stepped forward and began to lick Kecra's face.
"Kecra, calm down. It isn't like you to just act out in anger, like Hyro." Kecra's growl subsided and was replaced with a purr. His shadow crawled
back down to the ground and then returned to Kecra's body. They walked off together, and Eragon hear L'ura say, "Kecra. I......I love you." From
almost thirty yards away, Eragon could almost feel the vibrations of Kecra's purr. "I love you too, L'ura." He looked back at the two people. The
girl look scared. "Come with me; let us go see my mother." The man nodded and said, "Our mother." As they walked the man looked admiringly
at Eragon's magnificent armor and sword. "May I see that sword?" Eragon looked doubtfully at the man for a moment and then drew Brisingr.
"Brisingr." Brisingr's length burst into it's blue flames, scaring the girl almost to death. The man's eyes glittered. "Impressive." He looked at
Eragon. "We've yet to be formally introduced, Brother. I am Kazuci. This is our sister, Nya." Eragon flicked his eyes back at the woman. "Try not
to anger a werecat, epically Kecra. He gets put down a lot because he's blind, and so he's rather touchy on the subject." Nya nodded, not saying
anything. Eragon returned his attention onto Kazuci. His next question weighed in his heart like a mound of builders. "H-how will replace
Gailbatorix as King?" Kazuci surprised him by laying a hand on his shoulder. His eyes shinned silver and he said in a deeper voice then normal,
"You know that as well as I do. You will take the throne." Eragon shrugged his shoulder off. He felt very small. "I don't think I can." Kazuci stared
at him with a eyes so silver Eragon could not see his pupils. "And yet you will. Age is born only through time. Your doubt will go away. You are
the only one able to take the throne." Eragon suddenly felt a presence join them. He looked off at his right and gasped as he saw a massive
silver dragon, transparent though he was, walking beside him. Eragon the original jumped off the beast. He was smiling. "Well done, my
descendent. Well done, indeed." Eragon looked back at Kazuci and Nya, who seemed not to notice the dragon and rider. "Bid'Daum would like to
tell you something." The mighty dragon lowered his head so that it was just above Eragon's. I'm sorry. His thoughts were so large and long the
words sounded faint, as if someone was shouting at him from across a great plane. For what? Bid'Daum snorted, and it was lucky the resulting
flames were not fully real or else they would have burned Eragon into a crisp. For the trouble I have caused you and Arya. Eragon frowned. What'd
you mean? A rush of memories ran into Eragon's mind. He saw Hyro, then known as Kolembum, when he had recited the prophecy about the
Carrier and how his eyes had blazed silver. When Blagden had one of his sporadic fits of foresight, how his eyes had been silver. Eragon blinked.
Are you saying that-
Bid'Daum cut him off. Yes. I controlled their minds, and made them say the things they did. If you are still looking for the White Death, you need no
longer, for he stands in front of you. Eragon looked at Eragon 1 but only saw passive receptivity on his face. He looked back at the giant dragon.
You-you were the one that made Kroger do all those things to Arya when it appeared like he was asleep? Bid'Daum nodded. You did not see into his
plans. He was going to take Arya away from you, the day you and others returned to the Varden. Had I not made you weary of him by making him do
those things, he would have succeeded. By deceiving you, I made his goal fail. In that moment Eragon understood the massive amount of effort it
would take to touch, not to mention control, the mind of one so powerful as Kroger from so far away. When Eragon had found the two they had
been at the base of the Beor's, and Kroger had been in Ellesmera, which meant the Bid'Daum had traversed hundreds of thousands of miles with
his mind. He lowered his head. Thank you, Master Bid'Daum. Bid'Daum snorted and withdrew. Eragon 1 jumped back onto his dragon. "Your
mother approaches." The dragon and rider disappeared. Eragon looked at Nya and Kazuci to see them looked at him worried. He was lying on
his back on the marble street. "You all right? You've been lying there for a half hour." Eragon got, groaning. "I have?" Kazuci nodded. "You have.
Ah, and he is our mother." Selena walked up to the three and hugged Eragon. "Son," she whispered in his ear. She drew away and looked at
with shimmering eyes. "I want you to know, I never wanted to leave you with my brother. I wanted to take you with me, but Gailbatorix would
have killed you if he learned that Brom was your father." She looked around. "Specking of Brom, where is he?" Eragon's heart went down in
sorrow. His head lowered he said, "He gave up his life, that my dragon would live." Selena cried out in shook and pain, as did Nya. Kazuci stood
back, a sad look on his face. "Mother." Selena looked at him. "What?" She said through tears. "Are these two by siblings?" She looked back at
them. She turned back to Eragon and took in a deep sigh. "Yes, they are. What-what about Garrow?" Eragon's heart dropped even further. "He
was murdered at the hands of the Ra'zac, spies for Gailbatorix." Selena cried more. After a minute she took a deep rasping breath and said, "I
knew who the Ra'zac were. I was their..........pleasure tool." Eragon's mind flared in rage. Selena shook her head. "Off the subject. Those were
dark days in my history, as well as done days." The four of them walked through Uru'bean, looking at the place as if it were new to them. Nya
went off on her own, and Kazuci said that he had to take care of things in the castle. Eragon hugged his mother one last time and said, "I must
go." She stared at him and whispered, "To where?" Eragon could fell Saphira about land over head. With a thunderous roar she landed beside
Eragon. Selena cried out. Saphira folded her wings and stared down at the woman. You are Eragon's mother? Selena's mouth was open in
amazement as Saphira spoke. "I-I am, O Mighty Dragon." She curtsied and then hurried off. Eragon climbed onto her back. "Was that really
necessary?" She sniffed. No, it wasn't, but I enjoyed it a little. Eragon and Saphira flew to Gailbatorix's castle. Saphira flew to the highest tip so
that Eragon could go down.
As he walked through the mighty palace he marveled at how different it was from the outsides. As he walked he met a few people, most running
in fear, and assured them that no fear was needed. Eragon rounded a corner and saw a tall man walked to in his direction. The man stopped
when he saw him, and then continued. "I am Kiaf, son of Kialandi of the Forsworn." Eragon immediately gripped the pummel of Brisingr, ready to
attack if need be. Kiaf continued. "I mean you no harm. I only wish to talk." Eragon glared at him. "Let me see your hands." Kiaf held out his
palms to either side. "I beg that you at least give me the chance to earn your trust. I owe you a great deal for killing Gailbatorix. I was the king's
right hand man after Murtagh escaped. I wish to only help you." Eragon looked at him skeptically. "How can you be of any help to me?" Kiaf
looked down at his hands for a moment and said, "I have a fast amount of knowledge concerning the Empire as it is, and I can help you. If you
are to arise to the thorn you will need help. I offer this." Saphira touched his mind. Trust him, Eragon. Eragon flicked his thoughts back at her. As
you wish. Eragon held out a hand. "Very well, Kiaf. Your offer of help is accepted." Kiaf smiled and relaxed. "Thank you, Shadeslayer." Eragon
turned around and said, "Come." Kiaf trotted to his side and said, "What do you wish for me to do first?" Eragon ran through his mental list of
things to do. "Give me a list of all Gailbatorix's laws." Kiaf started into a detailed description of all the laws Gailbatorix had made. Every so often
Eragon would stop him and tell him to make a note to ride the Empire of one law, such as it was illegal to talk badly about the form of
government. Eragon stopped when he saw something that made his heart flutter with happiness. Arya. She ran towards him, black hair flying.
Beside her was K'eray, like a jay flying beside an eagle. Arya stopped in front of Eragon and embraced him. "Eragon. I thought you died." Eragon
hugged as fiercely as she hugged him. She leaned back and said, "You killed Gailbatorix?" He nodded. "I did." She smiled and said, "That is good.
Will you take his throne?" He sighed. "I think I must." She smiled even wider, then turned to K'eray. "Tell the elves to bring the knotted throne to
Uru'bean-" Eragon cut her off. "Tell them to bring it to Ilirea." K'eray smiled and then turned and ran off. Eragon turned as he heard paw steps.
Olam the Wise walked towards him. He bowed when he reached him. "As I predicted, King Eragon."