Hey guys. I know this chapter is short, but you could either have this short chapter now or a longer chapter in a few days. Anyways, here's chapter 10.

It took Roran almost 5 seconds to realize exactly who Saphira was practically stepping on, but once he did he freaked out.

"KATRINA!" he cried. He turned to Eragon. "Get that thing off of Katrina!"

Eragon smirked. Katrina was Roran's girlfriend. They spent most of Roran's time in Carvahall together. With long luxurious auburn hair and a fulsome body, she was considered the cream of the crop in term of young women in Carvahall. The only downside was her father, Sloan. Sloan was the village butcher. He was a selfish bastard; those were the only words Eragon knew to describe him with. The only thing he really cared for was Katrina. Roran knew that Sloan wouldn't allow him to marry Katrina if he was as poor as he was, that was why he was going to Therinsford. Apparently they were trying to say goodbye in a different way.

Let her go, said Eragon to Saphira. She snorted and lifted her paw off of the sprawling woman.

Saphira snorted and lifted her paw off of Katrina. The young woman scrambled up and into Roran's arms, still looking terrified.

"what are you doing here?!" asked Brom. He was bursting with rage. Behind him, Arya had her sword out, twitching nervously, like she planned to use it. Only then did Ragon really realize what situation they were in. Eragon hadn't told anyone about Saphira. Brom had figured out on his own in his mysterious ways. This must come as a pretty big shock to Roran.

"What are you doing here?" asked Roran, looking somewhat annoyed. Eragon could understand; he was planning a big night.

Brom growled. "Nothing you need to know." He turned to Arya and said, "You're going to need to erase their memories of this."

Roran and Katrina both took a step back, somewhat scarred. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" shouted Eragon. "You can't just erase their memories!"

Arya scowled. "They can't know about Saphira. We have to make sure they won't tell anyone."

Roran stepped forward shakily. "Who are you?" he asked Arya.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could they hear another rustling noise. Turning around they saw a group of soldiers. Eragon recognized them as from the Empire from their read and black uniforms withz the orange flames on their chest. At their head was another one of those creatures that had attacked Eragon, the Ra'zac.

The Ra'zac stepped forward. "Give ussss the boy," it's said in a hissing voice, "and you sssshall live."

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sorry about the cliffhanger, but I couldn't help it. Once again sorry about the long update, but they're only going to get longer. I'm starting an original story on Fictionpress soon so I'm going to be working on 2 stories.

Review responses:

Tamerlain85: Yeah I'm sorry about the long wait. And I want Arya to look around 15 or 16 years old, but in reality actually be about 35-40.

Vizual-Era: Haha well here you go.

Elemental Dragon Slayer: I know exactly what you mean. I hate when people make him seem dumb. I just wanted to make him seem like an ignorant 14 year old boy who hadn't hear the story of Galbatorix yet.

: Haha yeah. Looks like they ruined Roran's night.

BlackRedWhite: I wasn't really thinking casual and cool, but more of a trying to absorb it all.