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Yeah I see people may fall off the Eragon boat, but I WILL finish this story! I WILL! LOL. Just had a busy month! Here's more!

The town Angela is talking about in the chapter is of course that one from chapter 13 ;)

This is my version of what Eragon's dream about the ship leaving Alagaesia could be like and who's there. Its just my version and not nececarry how I believe it is, but I made it like this in my story to fit in XD

25.

Eragon would have knocked on the door if it had been one, so he just pushed the tent opening aside,

"Knock knock" he said as he entered the dark tent, his eyes trying to adjust to the dark.

"Oh, look what the cat brought in" Angela looked up from her work and smiled at the rider.

Very amusing, Solembum purred sarcastically and curled up into a tight ball in one corner of the tent.
"How are you?" Eragon sat down on the ground opposite the witch and just shook his head politely as Angela offered him some green colored liquid in a cup.

"I'm okay thank you. And you?" Eragon and Angela had a quiet conversation for a few hours before they came into one of the dreams Eragon had had for so long ago.

"Two people on a boat holding hands? Two dragons flying over and a man on the beach. Did I get it right?" Angela winked at the young rider. Eragon nodded. Angela nodded thoughtfully to herself as she bought a bowl in front of her and spoke some words in the ancient language. She closed her eyes before opening them again, only white could be seen. She motioned Eragon to come and sit beside her.

"I would usually don't do this, but let's say this is my way to thank you for everything" Angela was staring at the water in the bowl and dipped a finger down in it, slowly moving it around.
"Do what?" Eragon asked curious and looked from the bowl to the witch.

"I can bring your dream down to the bowl to see it there. But that's not all. I've found some rare words in the ancient language that allows you to dig closer to what you see. If we're lucky, you can see who's on the boat, who the dragons in the air is and who's on the beach" Angela pulled her finger out of the bowl again and Eragon stared excitedly down in the water. Amazed, he saw the dream take form in the water and everything was much more clear. The beach was wide, the water was clear and hills on both sides of the scene rose to the sky from the sea.
"I may also be able to catch meanings of this. Now focus" Angela whispered and the water stirred. Suddenly the scene changed and Eragon watched as they got closer to the people on the boat. Not too surprised, he saw himself on the boat, but a much older version. He had no idea who the woman beside him was, but they were holding hands. The scene moved slowly up to a sky in sunrise and two dragons spiraling around in the air. One was blue,

Saphira... Eragon thought to himself as he stared at the dragons. He then tried to look closer on the other dragon, but to his surprise, he couldn't recognize it. It was bronze in the color and smaller then the blue dragon. The scene changed again, slowly, and he could see small waves appear from the moving boat. The sunrise was reflecting in the crystal clear water. Suddenly a shoulder came into view as the scene was being zoomed backwards.

Vanir, Eragon bit his lower lip nervously,

Yes, Angela confirmed. Eragon tried to move his gaze from the scene before him, but he then noticed something he hadn't noticed before. In the very corner of the scene, not far from Vanir, sat what looked like a dwarf.

Bolrak, Angela explained before Eragon can ask. Although slightly relieved to finally see who is in his dream, Eragon feels worry flow over him. Where's his brother? And Thorn?

Eragon crawled back to where he first had been sitting, shivering slightly. It was then he noticed how cold it had actually become. It had to be far into the night now. He felt Angela drape a soft blanked around his shoulders before she sat down on her own spot again. They sat in silence for a long while, both thinking about the dream. Some elves nearby was singing a very soft melody, but Eragon was too anxious about the dream to feel sleepy. Angela watched Eragon without a word. His face was shining with worry and she could understand why. The dream hadn't turned out the way the boy had imagined. She knew more of it then Eragon did, but waited for the rider to ask her for questions. They were quiet for some moments before Eragon finally shivered himself out of the trance he had fallen into.

"I was an old man..." he whispered and looked at Angela. She giggled softly.

"Well your looks would say not more then fourty. But of course looks can be deceiving for a rider" she explained.

"Who was the woman?" again his words came out as a whisper. Angela shrugged and took a deep breath.

"Your future love" she smiled, but Eragon's face stayed emotionless.

"I always thought... or hoped it was Arya, but now... Who can it be" Eragon felt himself getting slightly frustrated.

"The war is over, Eragon. Not your life. You are going to live a long life and will have lots of time to meet her."

"She's a dragonrider. And her dragon is bronze. And..." Eragon swallowed and looked at Angela with shook,

"One of Saphira and Thorn's eggs are bronze..." now fear began to grow inside of him. Unsure of why, but something was happening.

"Ah I heard of that. And it fits to what I learned from your dream" Angela took a sip from a cup and looked Eragon straight into the eyes,

"It is Saphira and her daughter that you see in your dream." Eragon looked around the tent, not sure of what to do. This was getting too weird, but he had to know more.

"What else do you know?" Eragon finally reached out for the cup Angela had offered him some hours ago and took a sip. It was still hot. Somehow.

"Well as you noticed yourself, Vanir and Bolrak the dwarf is on the beach. But you hadn't noticed the dwarf in the corner before? Or you had forgotten about it?" Angela asked and Eragon nodded thoughtfully.

"Where's my brother?" Eragon stopped shivering a looked at the witch. She knew he would ask this and it saddened her. She looked down on her lap as if she was ashamed of something.

"He and his dragon wont be there" her lips was a long, straight line. Eragon felt himself taking a deep breath.

"Explain please" tears were forming in his eyes already. Just then, the witch looked like an older women then Eragon had ever seen her. A grave look on her face.

"Murtagh is a very mysterious person, Eragon. He is hard to puzzle together. When you two and Arya came to the town where I and Solembum was when you had taken over Murtagh's dark magic, I had some moments with him where I learned more about him" she paused in her little story to look at the young rider,

"For the first time in my life, I couldn't foresee someone's future. Of course, I didn't read his fortune in the same way as I did with you. To be honest, even I don't know what was going on, but Murtagh was aware if it as well." Eragon grew a bit more frustrated.

"Is there a point in this?" he pulled his legs to his chest and locked his arms around them.

"Well yes. You know you will live to die as an old man. Remember the woman I told you about back in Teirm? Her future was dark and I knew her life would be cut short. But with Murtagh... My fortune reading wouldn't land on a spesific age or lifelenght. Murtagh then told me that he himself didn't believe he would have a long life although the war was over, but I still couldn't find how old he will be. But tonight I think I found out" the grieving look on her face was intense now and the tears that had been lurking along Eragon's eyes, finally ran down his cheeks.

"Your brother and your dragon will not be at your departing from Alagaesia because he will most likely not be alive to see it" she swallowed deep and Eragon began sobbing. Angela hid her face in her hands and let the boy cry in peace.

"I still don't know why I couldn't read his future back then, but I think his life is different from others. I believe everyone has a destiny that was decided from the day they are born, but not Murtagh. He's one that could decide his future from the day he was born. His death will come for something he decides to do. But don't worry, young rider. This is not yet. This is the future. This can be many years ahead. Decades!" Angela came over to Eragon and placed her hands on both side of his face.

"I know what you're thinking. Just because you looked like you were in your fourties in your dream, doesn't mean that you are. You can be sixty or even seventy! And Murtagh may not die young at all" Angela dried his tears away with her thumbs.

"Do you think that's the reason I leave Alagaesia?" Eragon sniffled and straightened up.

"Perhaps. I don't know that" Angela sent him a friendly smile and ruffled his hair. She helped him up and led him out of the tent. Surprised, Eragon noticed that the sky was turning into a purple color.
"Don't be troubled about this Eragon. You still have your brother here and you will for so many years ahead. Just be sure to make them unforgettable" Angela smiled before suddenly looking up.

"What is it?" Eragon tried to see where her gaze landed, but found nothing.

"Find your brother, Something quite interesting is going on" Angela grinned and Eragon ran off towards the tree they stayed in. He ran quickly past the tall trees, but came to a sudden stop right outside the tree he was searching for.

Next chapter would be the last one and don't lie to me. It's about time lol XD It's the best for all of us. I hope you like this chapter! I got a bit stuck here on how to write things and make it work. Hope it did :)