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I hope I could get a hundred reviews by chapter 30.

I would really like that.

Now that school is out, finals over, and summer here, I hope to update more often.

I am not really sure where to start this chapter or what to do in it, but I feel like making it a long one. I hope to get about 1500ish words in.

In this chapter, I am going to have to start a side plot involving some minor characters.

On a non relevant tangent, (I'm not sure if I have already said this before or not.)

What do you think of Murtagh with two Uzis in a matrix like scene? (slow motion.)

I think that would be sorta interesting.

ANYWAY……

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Chapter 25:

For everyone but Murtagh the next two weeks were peaceful. Only Murtagh had to train with Oromis, but Eragon still spared with him. Every day, Murtagh had a similar schedule to Eragon's when Eragon first came to Ellesmére.

Saphira and Lifskul spent more and more time together. Ironically, Lifskul was growing faster than Saphira, even through he was younger and by now, he was a good two feet taller at the hip, five feet longer, and had a wingspan about 10 feet longer than Saphira. When Eragon asked Oromis about this, Oromis told him that in the first few years of a male dragon's life, the male dragon would grow faster than the females. No one knew why. Not even the riders of old had been able to unlock that secret. It was a mystery as old as the race of dragons.

In time, Saphira and Lifskul would mate. But Lifskul was still too young, and still unable to breathe fire. To breath fire was a sign of maturity and ability to mate. They flew far and wide around Ellesmére just enjoying themselves.

In the midst of all this happiness, Xen had become even more bitter towards Eragon and Murtagh. Apparently Eragon being Arya's mate reminded Xen of his lost girl (or woman if you prefer.) No one really knew much about this mysterious elf that Xen loved. Not even Arya.

Oromis wanted to wait a while before he held the ceremony in which rider trainees and their bonded partners would pass from student to a full rider. Even though Eragon was already considered a full rider, Oromis had waited on holding his ceremony so that Eragon could learn more before the upcoming battle (the burning plains.) In the time of the riders of old, the master would bless the student, present him or her their sword, and then would address the dragon in a similar manner and give the pair a saddle that they would be able to use in any situation.

Preparations were being made for this ceremony weeks ahead of time. The elves in Ellesmére poured their effort into the tiniest detail in order to make everything perfect. It would be a ceremony to remember.

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Vanir looked at Nasuada and Angela as if contemplating if they really were to be trusted, but then gave a small bow.

"I have a message from Queen Islanzadi." Vanir stated in a calm, yet sharp voice. Like a sword being put away into a well oiled sheath. "To Lady Nasuada, leader of the Varden, friend of the Elves, I am pleased to inform you that Eragon, Arya, and Elva will be able to come to you within a few weeks. Our troops are on the move now, and should be able to arrive at the same time. I am sending along a few persons and beings who I know will be helpful in the siege of Ûru'baen. Our magicians have scryed your campaign so our troops will be up to speed on the events that have happened. The time of the last battle is coming. Galbatorix will fall, and he will be replaced by a competent leader. One who will bring peace back to the land. After over a century of Tyranny, Galbatorix will fall." Vanir rolled up the parchment he had been reading from and stood silently awaiting what Nasuada might say.

Nasuada pondered this message for a while and then stood up. "The urgal nation will be here in a week. They pledged to work together, even against their tradition of being separate, to bring Galbatorix down. I can only hope that our riders are capable of defeating Galbatorix. Once they are here we will be able to organize our armies under them. Eragon can lead the Urgals, Arya the elves, and Elva the humans."

"I you can ask the queen when she arrives." Vanir said smoothly, "If this idea will work the best."

"The Queen will fight?" Nasuada asked.

"Impossible." Angela stated. "She is too important to the elves."

"Like it or not, our queen will fight with her daughter and son." Vanir replied. "You cannot stop her." He paused to turn to leave. "No one can, not even Eragon's teacher, not even Him."

"Who is this 'Him' that you speak of." Angela asked.

Vanir paused, facing the entrance of the tent. Without turning around he replied. "You should know when you see Him." Leaving, Vanir mounted his horse and rode off to the elfish section of the camp. About 20 elves were there because Islanzadi had sent them to protect Eragon in the battle of the Burning Plains.

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Nasuada stared out of her tent after the elf Vanir. He was disdainful at best toward humans. Finally she snapped back to reality and looked to Angela, whose brow was furled in a frown. She had a hand over her mouth as if pondering what had just been told.

"I have never known that the Queen had any children." Angela came right out and said. "What a surprise."

"She must have loved the father very much." Nasuada contemplated. "According to what I have read about elves, they consider having a child the greatest vow of love."

"You read correctly." Angela replied. "I wonder who her children are."

"I think Eragon would know." Nasuada abruptly said.

"That is a possibility." Angela pondered. "He has been in Ellesmére for a long time now."

"Far too long." Nasuada returned. "We need him as well as Arya and Elva."

"They need their training though, and if they didn't have that, they wouldn't be any use to us." Angela told Nasuada.

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It was the day of the Ceremony. Ellesmére was bustling with activity as elves from almost every city came to see a spectacle that hadn't been performed for too long. All the pairs were off flying by themselves around Ellesmére. It was forbidden for the riders that would be passing to riderhood to be present at the preparations. It was an ancient law of the riders. No one minded though. This was the one day where they could be with their bonded partner and fly free without any care in the world.

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Still days away from Ellesmére, the orange dragon settled into a shallow dive. It had been so long since he had last eaten, and now his hunger overpowered his urge to continue flying to the elves. In his running landing, he trampled trees, animals, and anything else that dared to stand in his way. Once he settled down, he turned around and ate all the deer that he had crushed in his devastating landing. This took several hours and when he was done he sat down and curled up just like a dog, and fell asleep.

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Galbatorix flew heedless of the peril that his troops were in. It was night and no one had seen Shrukien take off. That was a good thing. He didn't want any foolish rider following him to where he was going. It was simply too dangerous for Eragon. To dangerous for even an elf. Shrukien had made good time so far seeing as they were already flying above the spine. From this height they seemed like small hills before an empty plain that stretched as far as the dragon eye can see. (Dragons have better vision than humans and elves in case you are wondering.) Galbatorix could see the ocean. The dull, repetitive ocean. The only barrier that stood between him and his army. His army on the Island of Vroengarg, the ancient island where the Riders once had a major city. Totally destroyed by the forsworn. Galbatorix sat in the saddle wondering if he was even powerful enough to control this army, but he quickly banished the thought. He had the vault, he was in control now.

Ok, ok,

It's not the greatest chapter I've written, but I am having difficulty staring at my computer when I can be doing stuff outside like biking, sailing, running (gasp I know I'm weird, I like to run) and other things.

Please tell me how it is, I would really like 100 reviews soon…

…Plz.

Author sighs and stares out the window across the street and sees neighbors swimming in their pool.

Argh, I WANT OUT!!!!

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