A/N: 'You tortured an innocent little girl; you broke her so bad that she couldn't sleep alone that night, and she still can't. You hurt my little one, and for that, you can rot in Angvard's halls for the rest of eternity.' – Eragon Shadeslayer.

Ooh, it gives me chills! Yes, welcome back to Chapter 14! And I received a PM from a reader of mine and he asked me, "How do you update so fast and have such good quantity and quality?"

Or something likes that, I can't really remember. Well, I just thought I should tell you all outright. Every single night, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT (In case none of you have noticed, I do put up a chapter every single day.) I begin writing the next chapter of Half-Breed at roughly 11:00 P.M and usually finish at about 2:00 A.M, yes, I don't sleep.

Krokodyl: You really have some colorful torture methods, I recommend you see a doctor. XD

But, on a much much much happier note, some of you may remember seeing a story coming out recently named 'The Hidden God.' It's written by my FF friend Middleearthmidget! In all honesty I did give him the title but screw that!The story itself is amazing, well, there is only one chapter but I've actually read the next two, but you shan't be disappointed! Read it… once you're done with this of course.

Disclaimer: I am going to start twirling around in a princess-like motion until I die. Not mine.

Seven hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-seven seconds after they escaped from the Varden.

A-R-Y-A

It had been seven hours, thirteen minutes, and fifty-three seconds since they had escaped from the Varden. They hadn't made much progress going north, as they were trying to lose the elves on their trail. To say they were upset at the loss of their queen was a large understatement. They were enraged and had used a large assortment of spells to try to kill them. All of them failed, so they resorted to trying to hinder their progress. That failed too. When they became incredibly irksome, Blodhgarm hid in a small clump of foliage and when the elves were passing by, used a spell that created a one hundred foot high crater into the earth, trapping the elves for a good while. The spell had incredibly drained the half-wolf, so Selena opted to let him ride Cadoc with Angela.

Angela had a dreamy looked on her face at the moment, probably because she was pressed up against Blodhgarm. Arya did notice that Blodhgarm's scent was strange, and she may have found it attractive except for the simple fact of, it wasn't. Not to her anyway. She found Eragon's smell intoxicating, and even though he was blindfolded and had just been tortured, his smell was musky and heavenly at the same time.

When they were absolutely sure that no elves were following them, Angela raised her hand. "We need to rest and heal Eragon." She turned to look at Eragon behind her and she grimaced. "Badly, let's go." And she led them off the path. It was probably a good ten miles before the half-elf stopped in a large clearing that was able to hold the twelve of them comfortingly.

Eight of them began to set up camp, while Arya and Murtagh began to lower a half-conscious Eragon onto a blanket.

"Lay he on his stomach, his back will probably be the worst." Angela looked at Arya and said, "You may want to look away." Arya looked hard into Angela's eyes and the half-elf sighed. Murtagh and Selena pulled Eragon onto his stomach, and Arya could not help but gasp, bring her hands to her mouth, and have tears fall silently from her eyes at the same time. Oh Eragon, what have they done to you?

When Angela began to pour a blue liquid onto Eragon's back, he winced and arched his back as it was so painful. "Arya talk to him," Selena said to her. Arya happily obliged. She lay down next to Eragon and stared at where his eyes would be behind the blinfold.

"Hey," she said simply. Eragon laughed, but then fell into a coughing fit. When it finally subsided he broke out into a smile.

"Hi… How are you doing?" Eragon asked. Arya realized she was doing horrible with the distract Eragon plan.

"I'm fine, but I do feel like throwing up." Arya said with a laugh. Eragon didn't laugh, which was wise on his part.

"That's normal I suppose. What are we going to name her?" Eragon asked smiling.

Arya scrunched up her eyebrows. She actually hadn't thought anything about that… at all. "I'm not really sure. I don't have experience with naming things."

"And you think I do?" Eragon asked incredulously but still smiling.

"At the moment? No not really. But have you thought of any?" Arya asked.

"Of course, but they all aren't very good," Eragon said honestly.

"Tell me one," Arya pressed; she saw that Angela was almost done healing his back.

"There was Danielle," Eragon said sheepishly.

Arya scoffed derisively, "That's not stupid! It's just not the right name."

"Is there a difference?" He asked. Arya smiled and said, "A big one."

"Alright," Angela announced, "His back is as good as it's gonna get for a while. We need too turn him over." The look on Eragon's face suggested that that wasn't a very good idea, but it was necessary. Eragon's teeth were clenched together so as to avoid the pain. With a single nod from Angela, Murtagh and Selena rolled Eragon over and onto his back. Instead of fear this time, it was total anger. She would rip the elves bit by bit for doing this to Eragon. His torso was covered with gashes, whip marks, and burn marks. Instead she looked at where Eragon's eyes should be behind the blindfold.

"What do we do about his blindness?" Arya asked.

Selena sighed, "Curing blindness in the first place is very difficult, but since he was whipped blind and it was imbued with magic, it will be nigh on impossible." Arya's heart fell, and she sat down hard next to Eragon. She vaguely felt a hand on her back that was loving and caring. "But," she heard Selena say and Arya snapped her head back to her. "I know of an elf that could help us."

Murtagh snorted, "I've said this before. In case you haven't noticed, we aren't on friendly terms with the elves, especially since Eragon killed their queen!"

Selena sighed once again and looked at Murtagh, "Murtagh, you are an idiot." Arya was shocked to hear a mother say that to her own son, but Murtagh only smiled and said, "I know."

Selena resumed while Angela healed Eragon. "There is an elf hidden near Carvahall whose name I shall not utter here, but he can be called Osthato Chetowä. He will most definitely be able to heal Eragon's blindness." Arya smiled and laughed in joy. Osthato Chetowä… Morning Sage in the ancient language. The name sounded so familiar, yet so distant at the same time.

"Alrighty then!" Angela shouted to break the uncomfortable silence, "He's of course not fully healed, and you will be sore for the next week. But if you don't strain your body too much, your wounds won't break out again. Got it Blockhead?"

Eragon nodded tiredly but said nothing. "Eragon, when was the last time you slept?"

He thought about it a moment before replying, "I think it was about four weeks ago."

Arya eyes widened. She knew he didn't sleep often, but still. "Well you are going to sleep."

Eragon's eyes turned grave, "I can't, unless you want to wake up in the middle of the night repeatedly."

She rolled her eyes, "Eragon I'm pregnant. I'm going to wake up in the middle of the night screaming too." This elicited a laugh from Eragon, and he leaned back against a nearby tree. She saw in her peripheral vision that the other ten were promptly ignoring the two, and letting them have their privacy.

"Alright fine, I'll sleep, but on one condition." He said with a finger raised in the air.

"Oh, and what's that?"

"You have to sleep with me." Eragon said narrowing his eyebrows.

"Eragon, where have I slept for the past eighty-nine years?" Arya asked rhetorically. It took him a full five seconds to realize the total obvious.

"Oh, right yeah," Eragon said lowly. Sometimes males would act so male. Arya laughed and leaned back against the tree, leaning into Eragon as well. She didn't realize how tired she was.

"I love you," she said to Eragon, right before she fell asleep.

E-R-A-G-O-N

He smiled when he heard Arya say 'I love you' into his chest. In whole truth, he was overcome with joy with the fact that she as pregnant. Not that they were trying to get her pregnant, but it was a great outcome nonetheless. Over the years he had known Arya, she had always slept in his arms, but on the few occasions that he fell asleep as well, it did not turn out well. Eragon really hoped that he wouldn't have nightmares this time, but he wholly doubted it.

Giving one last look at the beautiful elf in his arms, he fell asleep.

It was all knew what was going to happen. When Eragon scarcely fell asleep, he usually went back to all the battles he had done. But that wasn't the worst part, no far from it. When he was dreaming, he always recalled the fact that he was in fact dreaming, and always tried to change it. Every time he failed.

"Eragon, come on!" Murtagh shouted. It was Ilirea.

A/N: Alright guys, next chapter will be a memory chapter, and I will probably put it up the second I finish because of the length of this one, yeah sorry about that. But remember to read The Hidden God!