So first off allow me to apologize for officially sucking when it comes to updating, second yes I left you guys at a big cliffhanger, at this point I might as well be cliffhanger from that old kids TV show between the lions on PBS kids. Thirdly and finally I'm back bitches! Saw the new teaser trailer for Elder Scrolls 6 and I got a huge erection out of that. The reason for not updating was my old enemy procrastination, it is a plague for too many fanfiction writers because we don't get paid for this stuff we just love it, or at least I don't get paid for this, but after reading the comments section in both of my stories I'm back on this old horse and I'm in the race again. Without further ado enjoy….

"Surprise." Was all John said smiling at Eragon.

A blank stare was all that was spoken from Eragon, utter complete silence. He was in a moment of shock at the sudden betrayal from the man right in front of him.

"Hey…. You still with me man?" John said snapping his fingers.

Eragon then snapped back to reality as he glared razors at John, "How could you? I trusted you!"

"And why would you trust me? You do realize you are quite gullible, I mean I don't blame you, you haven't had allot of experience when it comes to people that are untrustworthy because you have been lucky enough to have people that faun over you. Tt will take a few good stabs in the back before you start learning not to trust anyone, but still."

Eragon was about to say something else but he winced in pain, the precise cuts starting to blead heavily. He closed his eyes and bit his lips as the adrenaline started to ware off in his system leaving him in a weekend state with dulled senses. He then heard heavy footsteps moving toward him realizing that they were Johns, and then the pain subsided as his cuts healed and he was irradiated with the magic John used to heal Murtagh and Thorn. It was allot less painful that the Ancient Languages magic for healing, in an almost indescribable feeling it felt like a Harp sounded, his body was at ease as if he had taken a warm bath as he was bathed in the golden light.

"Why?" Eragon asked bluntly

"Several reasons, although I will not deny that the main reason was for fun which is why I do allot of things. I wanted to see you giving your all against me in desperation on the playing field of battle, race, sex, rank, background, none of that matters when putting your life on the line in battle, the only thing in front of you is your enemy and your will to survive. That is what I wanted most from you in this fight Eragon. The other reason was for me to appear as a third party to the Mad King, he will not know that I am allied with you, which gives me flexibility and freedom."

Eragon knew what the Dragonborn wanted, he wanted to be free and go as he pleases while being given a challenge, he was like a hybrid with the attitude a child, the logic of an elf, and the power of hundreds of dragons. If John had no morals then the entire world would be at risk but that was not the case.

Eragon then looked around and noticed that Galbatorix's army was in utter waste, standing where they used to be was the undead army that the rotting dragon had summoned, then with a sickening realization the undead army had hoisted the armies heads on pikes, some were impaled and their intestines falling out as the skeleton army furiously devoured the flesh, like children being thrown candy.

John noticed this, "They are the souls of the soul cairn, wondering a plane of limbo and endless grey depression, I don't know why they do this although I think they are trying to taste something, either way it has managed to keep the Varden from invading on our privacy for now so that is good."

He was about to wonder where the two giant dragons were but then he heard the great sound of flapping from above and the two dragons crashed down. The undead one spoke, "Qahnaarin, do you require any more of my services?" The beast spoke addressing the Dragonborn.

"No you are free to explore the lands as you please, leave the army up for a few more minutes if you don't mind."

"I do not mind, the Ideal Masters will have some trouble not being able to find me in Tamriel so I should have a larger amount of time here on this plane of existence. Thank you my lord." The dragon bowed its head and then walked past the red dragon preparing to fly away, both enormous dragons growled at each other both with a hatred and mutual respect. Much like two rival brothers do when competing.

The undead dragon flew away as it roared with happiness, the red dragon walked over to Saphira, Eragon was about to protest but the hand of John clasped his shoulder in a firm grasp. Looking up at him he smiled back reassuring him that the red dragon would not harm Saphira.

"Haas Vok Ren(Health, repair, mend)" The dragon whispered and then as if the wounds reversed themselves Saphiras blood flew back into her body and her wounds sealed shut.

"You fought well given the circumstances, it is a shame you cannot speak with your tongue like I can, but you have still earned a partial amount of my respect in our fight, my name is Odahviing, fear me and tremble." Odahviing then turned to the dragonborn, "It would be of great honor if I may continue accompanying you Dovahkiin as your right wing."

John chuckled, "Thank you my friend, but for now please rest, we have much blood to shed in this land in the future."

The dragon grinned wickedly, "My blood boils at the anticipation."

Eragon shivered and his hair stood on end at that smile, it was like the feeling a trapped deer probably felt as a hunter approached it to slit its throat.

Odahviing flew off into the mountains giving a deafening roar which echoed across the mountains.

"So I need a favor from you." John said smiling down at Eragon.

"And what would that be?" Eragon sighed in defeat, he wanted the dragonborn to be on their side and certainly not be on the king's side, although for now he was a bit of a rogue element in this war that could tip the scale toward one side or the other.

"Two possibilities, one I take off this armor and go back to being John the werewolf which wouldn't last long, your queen is annoyingly sharp so possibility one is a shitty option. The second one is that you be the voice of reason towards the Varden, I am a rogue and I do as I please, the Varden will never command me as I am free. That being said I will support them in their efforts, if they have a fight that will bring me pleasure then I will join them but other than that I will not accept anything they demand of me."

"And if the Varden try to restrain you?" Eragon asked his ears perking

"Ah good, you learn fast, you are beginning to view an action with multiple outcomes. The answer is I will kill them." The dragonborn said coldly as he stared into the rider's eyes, into his very soul and to his core. Eragon knew that John wasn't joking at that moment in any sense of the word.

"No pressure." John laughed and he went back to his usually cheerful carefree.

"They are innocent men, they are not evil."

"You presume I care about that, everyone tries to justify their actions by calling them righteous, it's how Galbatorixs men fight, either for a family they love or because they are lacking when it comes to morality. Regardless the only ones that kill should be those that are prepared to be killed, if they try to contain me like locking up a dragon then their fate will be sealed and innocence will mean very little to me at that moment."

"You do realize the potential threat you will pose to the Varden, they will not be satisfied with just letting you loose, in fact I am not satisfied with that."

"People always fear the things they cannot control, that feeling only increases when a person has more power such as with a queen or king of a land. Regardless a force of nature cannot be stopped no matter what their authority, in the end a tsunami or a hurricane or an earthquake doesn't care if it kills a murderer, a thief, a child, a king, or a beggar. Just be satisfied that I will not bring the disaster to your door unless you start annoying me."

Eragon sighed, this was going to take allot of convincing on his side. Moments later the army disappeared and they crumbled into dust as the wind swept them away as if someone had snapped their fingers and they stopped existing.

"I will be watching from the shadows until Nasuada is convinced to let me work with you while being given full independence, this is an alliance but I hold all the cards when it comes to this negotiation. Do not forget that."

Eragon nodded begrudgingly, he didn't want to fully go along with this but he knew of no other way than to comply with what John was saying, if the Varden ignored him entirely then that would also be a bad move. It was a delicate situation so he needed to be careful.

Meanwhile Arya still had the connection overhearing the whole conversation between Eragon and the Dragonborn, she had to admit even though she did not show it that she was a bit fearful at making an enemy from this new individual, it was clear what he was capable of. But at the same time she could not help but have a seething rage and hatred for him, he murdered dragons and in her mind that was an act of abomination equal to the crimes of Galbatorix. Regardless justice had to wait while negotiations were in play as to not make an enemy of John.

Going back to Eragon John smiled as he proceeded to walk away towards the mountains.

"When you have finished discussing this matter with your leader call me by my name Dovahkiin, born hunter of dragons, I will hear and we will meet once again, I realize my presents among the Varden will only complicate matters so for now know this, there were no casualties among the Varden ranks because I intervened, Murtagh and Thorn practically shit themselves as to what I am capable of facing an unknown enemy that broke the riders precious sword, and I will train you once things are settled in terms of negotiation with the Varden."

Before the Varden could reach Eragon and John as they stepped over the piles of corpses John said one last thing before he left, "Oh and by the way, Murtagh is not your real brother, close but more like a step brother, I could tell from your different aura compared to his. Most likely you are related by mother but not father, food for thought."

And with that John ran off leaving Eragon utterly speechless.

I know this was a short chapter but after such a long time away from you guys I wanted to deliver, more to come next week pinky promise