The second Naz turned her back, a brown object was flying in the air. She barely had time to catch it, for it was about to land on the floor. While in the grip of her hands, she learnt it was a wooden sword.

It was about 40 centimeters in length, with its hilt and what was supposed to be a blade. The whole of it was tinted with a light brown color, and the "blade's" end was straight. Naz shot Eragon a bothered look and said with a sarcastic tone "Really? Defend yourself? Didn't Brom say and do the same exact thing?"

"Well, yes," he began, "that doesn't matter. Watch out now."

"Most ridiculous way to teach sword fighting," Naz charged towards her, with his wooden sword held up high. He hurdled forward, about to bring the blow to her shoulders. Grabbing the hilt in one hand, Naz immediately blocked the attack. Her sword now was brought against Eragon's, her struggling to prevent him from winning over her and smashing her sword to the ground. She pushed with all force she could, but it was obvious Eragon held all control over the fight. Eragon, with a grin on his face, looked as if battling a two year old child. "Naz, learn to not depend on how much force you exert," he instructed. With one twist of his sword, he countered Naz, knocking her sword to the air, causing it to fly uphill then back to the earth. Naz locked eyes with Eragon, and without thinking, quickly ran to grab her sword out of the dirt. Inch closer to her sword, with her hand extended forward, she thought she might actually have a chance. On the last second of her attempt, Naz got bashed to the surface. She glanced upward and found Eragon standing on top, with his sword pressed against the right side of her neck. She gasped and remained frozen until he released the weight of the wooden blade. Eragon turned his back and started to walk away, calmly stating "Well, that was easier than I expected"

"I am better than this," Naz thought. She was full of fury right now, so she lunged forward and attacked Eragon. He immediately turned around, having enough time to jam the blow. "I told you, don't depend on the force!" he exclaimed. Restraining from the grip of his sword, hers broke free and began again, with a force greater than before. Like always, Eragon deflected the blow with such simplicity, and initiated an attack. Naz, now having been taught from a previous lesson, made no attempt to parry his blow. Instead, she stumbled forward, exchanging the blow. They remained like this, exchanging and evading blows, for the next half of an hour. No matter how hard she tried to outsmart him, Naz never seemed to gain the upper hand. She could hold Eragon for no more than a few blows until wood was about to be dug into the flesh of her neck.

When the fight was done with, Naz studied her body to find several bruises spread around her skin. Ouch. She was exhausted now, and desired nothing more than to hop on her bed. She turned around and realized that she hadn't seen a sign of Saphira since her sword fight with Eragon. Eragon was walking towards Saphira's saddlebags which were left lying alone on the floor. Although he was far in distance to her, Naz did not hesitate to yell out asking "Where is she?"

"Gone hunting," Eragon cried in return. She could barely make out the words, and now Eragon was approaching her. When he finally became close, he was holding two bottles of an unfamiliar dark violet liquid within his hands and threw her one. Naz gave him a curious look, and he immediately explained that it was a juice he personally made out of several fruits and other "stuff". Naz's suspicions arose and she kept asking him what he meant by "stuff", but Eragon refused to answer and said that it was his secret recipe or something. Although Naz was not completely convinced, she ended up drinking it. It felt cold and fresh as it dandled and dangled in her throat; moreover, it was sour and sweet at the same time and tasted strange. However, Naz still quite loved it. They both drank until their thirsts were quenched, and then Eragon said "You know, teaching you swordsmanship is going to be bigger of a challenge than having to battle Galbatorix and the effort of the whole of the Eldunari to cast that spell that brought him insane."

"WHAT? You cast a spell? Shhh, stop it, stop ruining the ending of Inheritance for me." Naz cried

Eragon raised an eyebrow at her. "What? I'm still not done with the books," Naz explained.

Eragon's impression was redoubled with bewilderment and confusion. When Naz was about to elaborate further on the matter, Eragon exclaimed "Oooh, the books."

"Yeah, your books."

"If you aren't done, how did you know that I left Alagaesia?"

"Oh, let's just say I managed to spoil a little something."

Eragon let out a chuckle. "You certainly continue to amuse me," he joked.

"Since when did I not?" Naz replied sarcastically.

Eragon shot her a smile, and he bowed down to retrieve something he had dropped. Straps of hair were messily scattered around his face, leaving Naz to stare at him without her noticing what she was doing. Even though he had just finished a sword match with her, she had to admit, he still looked pretty handsome. Extremely handsome, she thought. Man, all of this is totally screwed up.

Eragon lifted his head to stand up, while partially still on the ground. He locked eyes with Naz, and Naz, wanting to stare deep in his eyes, did not elude his glance. After what seemed like hours and what was actually seconds, Eragon looked away and completely got on his feet. Naz felt awkward and embarrassed, and pretended to play with her hair.

"Well, uhm, I'm going to go wash up in the river. I'll be back in a few minutes." Eragon announced

Naz nodded in acknowledgement, and was soon left all alone.

She sat on a huge rock nearby and allowed herself to relax. She closed her eyes, inhaled inwards and outwards, and allowed her mind to empty from all thoughts.

The next time she opened her eyes, she realized almost more than fifteen minutes have passed. She stood up and began to make her way to the river. Once she got there, she glimpsed Eragon sitting on the bank of the river with his back turned towards her. She approached him, kneeling to sit by his side. When she was fully on the ground, Eragon's head was still bowed down with his eyes staring into the river, and he did not make any reaction to her arrival.

"Eragon?" Naz asked, worried.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem so."

"I don't need so."

"Oh come on, stop playing with me. What's up?"

"I—I don't know. I think I feel empty and—" Eragon began, stopping himself midsentence. "Oh, forget it."

"No, tell me," Naz insisted

"—and alone."

Naz opened her mouth to say something but shut it again as she reconsidered the matter. After a while of thinking, Naz asked "Do you miss Alagaesia?"

"Maybe. I don't know why though. I was leaving it anyways."

"You said that you can teleport into your world by casting a spell. Why can't you do so every now and then?"

"I can't. I haven't mastered the spell yet, and I don't think I can even after a few years. It's too complex and far beyond my understanding."

They both remained quiet, with no other noise than the waterfall streaming into the flowing river. Finally, a loud crushing sound thundered in the field, like huge metal clashing into concrete. Naz looked behind her to see Saphira landing to the terrain. Next to her, Eragon stood up and readied himself to walk over to Saphira. 'But not now,' Naz thought. She still wanted to say something, and she thought if she did not say it now, she would not have the courage to another time. Naz caught Eragon's wrist before he walked away and said ""Eragon, I know things have been a little awkward between us. But I want you to know I'm here for you. Really. "

Eragon looked at her in the eyes. His were watery, shining in the day light. Eragon did not say anything, and he did not need to. His eyes did all of the talking. Naz sensed a lot of emotions in them. Pain, sympathy. It was as if they were sorry. Her heart was beating, for she was afraid if his response, if he replied, would hurt her. Nevertheless, he remained quiet and started to pace towards Saphira. Naz knew Saphira heard. Even if she did not, Naz knew Eragon would tell her. She knew they would talk about it; maybe they were even talking about it now. Her thoughts drifted off, wondering of all the possible statements Saphira would say. But Naz could not risk thinking now. She had to get up, had to greet Saphira. She knew she had to return home, even if it was still about midday. Naz got up and headed for Saphira and Eragon. Because Naz still did not know how to contact Saphira first, she shot her a look of unease. Saphira understood immediately, for she said 'Hello there, little one.'

'Good day, Saphira.'

'I see that Eragon already started practice?'

'Yes, he did. Ah, more like torture.'

Saphira let out a growl indicating her giggle. She smiled, showing her two notched fangs. 'You will get used to it.'

'I hope so. How did your hunting go?'

'Very good.' Saphira replied, licking her paws.

Naz turned towards Eragon, ending the conversation with Saphira. "Look, I have to go back home," Naz announced.

"Sure, just have to do one thing," Eragon said. He approached Naz, and before he could do anything, Naz asked "What are you doing?"

"Renew your wards," Eragon responded

"Renew?" Naz exclaimed, with eyes wide open

"Yeah, I put some a while ago. I couldn't risk anything happening to you, alright?" Eragon said, convincing Naz. She nodded in acknowledgment and Eragon began to murmur some strange, unfamiliar words. She waited until he finished and then thanked him. She again asked how she would go home, and Eragon suggested that he would have to transport her with magic.

"But doesn't that require too much energy?" Naz asked

'No, not here. You forget, Eragon's power increases in your world,' Saphira explained

Naz still did not look happy with the plan. "Look, it won't cost me a single thread of energy. Besides, it's the only way. You really don't want to show up on a dragon, and I never actually drive. I only use my car when I'm Evan." Eragon said

"Ugh, okay. But I think you should know where my house is first." Naz proposed

"Trust me, I already do," Eragon said, with a grin on his face.

"Okay, now I'm really starting to get scared of you," Naz joked.

Naz looked at Saphira. 'Goodbye, Saphira. Until next time,' Naz said.

'Until next time, little one.'

Eragon again approached her. "Ready?" he asked. Naz nodded in response. He again started to recite a long spell, bizarre language. Now Naz felt extremely odd, everything turned black around her. She was dizzy for a moment, when she looked around to find herself next to the entrance door of her apartment. She walked in the house, yelling "I'm home!"

She found her mom busy doing some laundry. "You were at Sasha's, right?" her mother asked.

"Yes, mom. Didn't Caleb tell you already?" Naz questioned, referring to her brother.

"Yes, he did,"

"By the way, I thought you were out of town?"

"I just came back, like 4 hours ago."

"And you're already doing laundry?"

"No, it's nothing. Very small amount of my clothes while I was out."

"Ugh, mom."

Naz spent the rest of her Sunday like any other. She helped her mom, did school work, did her work out, showered, and then headed to bed. Ofcourse, she had to read some of Inheritance before going to sleep. She had reached the end of the part where Eragon confronts Galbatorix in his throne room.

Rising, Eragon lunged forward …

… and stabbed Galbatorix in the center of his stomach, even as he had stabbed Murtagh.

The king grunted, and then he stepped back, pulling himself off Eragon's blade. He

touched the wound with his free hand and stared at the blood on the tips of his fingers. Then

he looked back at Eragon and said, "The voices … the voices are terrible. I can't bear it. …"

He closed his eyes, and fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. "Pain … so much pain. So

much grief. … Make it stop! Make it stop!"

Naz was literally screaming from the inside on this part. She could not bear to not finish the scene before going to bed.

Elva let out a shriek and fainted, and Galbatorix

shouted, "Waíse néiat!"

Be not.

She stopped here. 'Wow,' she thought. She could not believe the fact that she had met one of the heroes of her legendary books. She could not get herself to understand. It all felt strange and alien. When sleepiness ceased her and when her eyes could not stay open any longer, she rested her head on her pillow and waited to be lifted into her enchanted world of sleep.

~AN:Hey guys! Sorry I quoted a lot, I just felt like it was really necessary to because that was like the best part in the whole book. Anyways, I get happy when you review/follow/favorite AAD the same way in which you fangirled/fanboyed at that part with Galbatorix. So yes, I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass.~