I am back! Firstly I want to apreciate anyone willing to give this story a try and secondly, anyone who celebrates All Hallow's Eve a "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!"

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Eragon.One less worry for you. I do own my OCs and my story idea.


Helena fidgeted and fidgeted turning over and over again unable to return to sleep. She had listened to Yasha's story but instead of washing away doubts it just gave her a queasy stomach. After hearing her story and agreeing to let her join the party, they made camp about a mile or two off the road. Finally, Helena gave up sleep and started to walk through the woods. Helena had no doubts that Yasha had a sister and that currently that sister was Galbatorix's wife. It's just she wondered if that was the only reason Yasha was joining her crusade.

Helena stopped her aimless walking and noticed how far she had traveled. She was back to the road. Helena at first thought she was mistaken, but when the noise continued to grow she knew someone was riding frantically her way. She ran back to the bushes and hid. Both daggers were gripped in her hands. Faster than she realized a hooded figure on a gray horse galloped along the rode and right past her. If she had to guess, she would say he was male. He had short hair and a muscular face. She really couldn't tell much else because he was riding at such a reckless speed.

In seconds the hooded figure was gone. Only a cloud of dust signaled that the horsemen ever existed. Helena thought to her self. Well… that was different. Wonder why he is in such a hurry this late at night. She yawned. Aww whatever I think I'll go talk to Revenge.

'Revenge, are you awake?'

'I am now. What's the matter?'

'I can't sleep. I thought killing those soldiers would be no big deal, but it seems it still have gotten to me.'

'Well it was a killing of your own kind. Your human brains seem to think negatively towards that action.'

'Ya but -'

'Listen, what happened, happened. If you could, would you go back in time and not enter the house?'

'No I had to break into Yasha's house, but maybe I could of gotten around killing them?'

'If you let them live, then Galbatorix would have probed their minds and would know exactly what we look like and exactly who we are. He could scry us and with in a few hours have us in custody. If you wouldn't have changed your mind than they were destined to die. Think of it this way, if it helps, a few less enemies for the road ahead.' Helena sighed she felt like a disgrace to herself.

'Well, your right. Hey do you think you could do me a favor?'

'Hahaha, we are linked for the rest of are lives. Of course I can help you.'

Helena chuckled, 'Well a stranger was riding frantically past along the road. I was wondering if you could fly along the road, and get a better picture of what he looks like for me.'

'Okay, but I have a better idea.'

Revenge flew through the night as she had done many times before, but there was a slight difference. This time, and for the first time, a very excited Helena rode on her back. They didn't have much in the way of saddles, but, for the moment, the few blankets Helena had gathered did fine. Helena enjoyed every minute as she flew through the clear, starry, sky on Revenge. She even forgot what she was looking for until Revenge spoke up. 'I see the tracks, but I can't pick up any good smell of the person or his horse. Its like the tracks were days old and not minutes.'

'Well you tried. I'm not so sure this is a man we want to find anymore.' Helena was suggesting to go back but Revenge's dragon ego would never allow her to lose the track, of anything. Helena changed the subject. 'Have you talked to Menoa of late?'

'No,' the dragon replied, 'Not for a couple of hours.' Helena was confused Menoa had made her presence known constantly and now that there had been silence from her for so long it was beginning to worry Helena. She tried to call out to Menoa with her mind. There was no answer. Revenge was slightly confused. 'Helena that most likely isn't going to work.'

'Why not?'

'When you took the seed, Menoa, off to get ready to break into Yasha's manor, Menoa asked me if I would fly her deeper into the forest.'

'You didn't go back and get her?'

'She said there wouldn't be any need.' Helena was sincerely confused, but if Menoa wanted to be left out in the woods she wouldn't question it.

"Aahh," Helena responded out loud. "Lets get back to camp." At first Revenge kept flying straight as if she was determined to ignore Helena, but then she made a quick 180 degree turn and started back for camp. Defiant to the end, Helena thought.

When rider and dragon got back to the camp dawn was breaking in the horizon. Yasha was still sleeping, apparently not an early riser, and the horses were grazing. Everything seemed to be in order. Helena was hyper from her first flight on revenge, and she seemed to bounce from one spot to the next as she packed the horses.

Yasha awoke to find most of the camp packed on to one animal or the next. "Hey aren't we going to eat?" Yasha asked. Revenge and Helena stared at their new companion. Revenge, still glaring, curtly told her 'Eat while your riding.' Helena turned back around with a chuckle to finish her work. A few minutes later they were back on the road (and in Revenge's case in the sky).

"Okay Yasha, we need to kill the other ward keepers. Tell me what you know."

Yasha sighed, "Including myself there are six ward keepers for the king. One of them is stronger than myself, but the rest shouldn't be all to difficult other than the massive defenses the king is most likely putting in place. There is Klameer, Shimeer, Omar, Casey, and Diego. I say you go for Omar next. He lives in Dras-Leona."

"I heard Dras-Leona was the rumored resting place for the Razac?"

"Yes it is the current resting place for the Razac, but Omar would be the easiest to get at, at the moment."

"So around the lake then to Dras-Leona?" It was made out to be a rhetorical question but Helena still waited for an answer.

Finally, Yasha, getting the hint, replied, "Yes and up past the four peaks."

'Helena have you been to Dras-Leona?' Asked Revenge.

'Yes,' she said, looking straight ahead ignoring everything else as best she could.

'Helena,' Revenge asked, 'Why are you keeping me from your mind. I just wanted to see Dras-Leona. You haven't ever kept me from your mind, ever. Have you?'

'Later Revenge,' Helena said in a struggling tone.

'But Helena-'

"Later," she yelled. The horses stopped with surprise and Yasha was brought out of her daydream with a start.

"What?" Asked Yasha clearly missing the conversation that had gone on. She looked over at Helena and saw salty tears wetting her face. Helena spurred her horse on, fighting back tears.

I always miss this stuff, thought Yasha and she spurred on her horse to catch up with Helena.

It was midnight and a very frightened slave named Buck climbed the stairs. His job (since just now) was to bring the Dragons, in the hold, there food. (A/N: The last one to do this job was official taken out of the gene pool, so you can see where the fear came from.

In normal circumstances the dragons would hunt for themselves, but Saphira had become ill and Thorn wouldn't leave her side. You might think that maybe Shruikan would go out and hunt for all of them, but, as confused as he was, he didn't always realize there were two other dragons in the hold with him. Also, you might think 'what's up with Thorn? Its not like they're lovers or even good friends. Why would he help Saphira?'. Here is your answer: When the girl dragon next to you is bearing your children you tend to feel a little protective. Well anyway…)

He arrived at the door to the entrance of the Dragon keep. He slowly opened the door and it groaned back in protest. At first, everything was quiet in the almost pitch black room but then he could hear a huge animal lumbering towards him. Then he could hear no more.

The ribbons of flesh and meat land with a thump on the ground (all that was left of Buck). Saphira seeing the blood on her claws seemed to go mad and began to scratch herself especially around her stomach. Soon Thorn was awake. He could not enter her mind to calm her, so he attempted to pin her to the wall with his body. This stopped her attack on herself, but Thorn was now her new relief from her pain. She struggled ferociously against Thorn and he being the slightly smaller dragon, was losing ground. He beat against her protective walls around her mind but to no avail. He thought he found a weak spot, so he shoved as hard as he could.

The spot caved in, as did the rest of her defenses. She roared with anguish and soon a flood of sadness rolled from Saphira's mind to everyone else's mind in the castle. Whatever pleasant dreams were being enjoyed that night had just turned to horror. Those more magically aware woke up in distraught. (Which would be Galby, Eragon, Murtagh arrived back just last night, and Herm). Eragon was first up the stairs and in the mess. At first he saw Shruikan sleeping through it all, but other than that the rest was just anguish and gore. Blood covered almost everything and Eragon was at a true lose for what to do. Galbatorix and Murtagh showed up next and about at the same time. Herm was soon to follow. Galbatorix, having a few more years on everyone, soon figured most of it out and began to speak the words that would render both dragons immobile. Galbatorix kept waiting for the spell to work but it never did. The dragons didn't even notice in their struggle. Now Galbatorix was worrying. Most of his plans depended on Saphira being alive and some what well.

'STOP,' boomed a voice in their mind's above the turmoil of terrible emotion. Saphira and Thorn stopped the fighting and gazed at the source, which happened to be Shruikan. 'Will you destroy the lives inside you, Saphira?'

Saphira processed these words while gore glistened in the moonlight from over almost her entire body. Then, defeated, she limped back to her corner to lick her wounds. Thorn, so tired, fell where he stood to rest. Eragon ran over to tend to Saphira. Saphira used her tail to knock the legs out from under him before he could get close. When he tried to approach again she growled. Even though he could not get in her mind he new the message well enough. Shruikan took a look around and then returned to sleep.

Galbatorix, deciding the situation was over, nodded to Herm an began to climb back down the stairs, Murtagh soon behind him. Eragon, too, stood up and started to leave but before he could walk through the door Herm stopped him.

"Your dragon, your mess." Herm said before exiting, himself. Eragon further in the dumps, grabbed a broom out of the closet and began to sweep away the soiled hay.

Galbatorix walked briskly through the halls keeping his mind open so he could detect any further problems if they arose that evening. Suddenly he stopped two feet away from a door he had just passed. He had now realized Selena was not in her bed nor any other part of the castle.

Galbatorix called to Eragon with his mind.

'Yes Master,' he replied in quite any exhausted tone.

'FIND MY WIFE!'


Thank you for reading I worked hard on this chapter. Please R&R it would help so much!!! I am so happy! I got to read a preview of Empire. It sounds good so far. I saw a few snapshots of the movie but it doesn't look quite as good. Anyway, I want five yes five reviews. I don't want to type if noone wants to read. Thanks again.

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