Sorry for the several month long wait, but I had writers block... and busy days. So I just got an inspiration. I`ve had the end of the story planned for awhile, but it seemed a bit plain. I just got an idea that is too good to pass up... but not all of you may think that way. I will try to post more than one chapter this time, so here goes; the beginning of the end.

Disclaimer: Some ideas are mine, others are borrowed with permission from Wildskysong (best author I know of on this site, rumoured to be Christopher Paolini in disguise). CP,s ideas are not mine.

Wounded

Eragon lay in his bed. Hearing the roar of the wind, or what seemed like it. There seemed to be a storm outside, but he couldn't be sure; he was barely conscious. The noise grew louder, and the tent flap ruffled, then lay still. Eragon could hear voices, the storm was receding and the voices becoming clearer. Then Eragon jolted awake and the storm ceased, bringing the voices to his ears. "Don't disturb him! He needs his sleep."
"But if it's true, we need to win this war now, and the only way we can do tha-"
"Yes, I know, we need him to fight, but he won't be fighting anytime soon if you wake him up. That tent has been layered with healing and protective spells, so not only will any assasins be diverted, but any living creature inside will be healed. Leave him alone, he will heal."
"No. The Varden needs him. It is much faster to heal him with actual magicians, and not some self-operating healing spell."
"Yes, but this way requires much less energy, and we need to conserve it." Eragon looked down on his body. Indeed, the spell was working, and quickly. He sat up and examined his leg. The wound was almost healed; barely open. Eragon, you're awake. It is good to feel your presence. It was not Saphira or Esmor, and Eragon immediatly felt ashamed; he had forgotten about Gleadr. How are you, Gleadr? I have not heard from you since I left.
Oh, I have been with Arya, but recently I have been expending too much energy on trivial Varden needs, so I needed rest. I was only informed of your return as we left Belatona, so I volunteered to keep watch over your tent.
Left Belatona? But I'm still in a tent? Are we somewhere in another city? Eragon felt the floor. It was wooden. Look outside, there is a pocket-like window above your bed. Eragon looked up and folded back the flap. He was moving. The tent was probably on a carriage, a rest place for him and Gleadr.
Just then, the door flap flew open. Nasuada was in the doorway, and Angela was standing next to her, looking harased.
"You're awake!"

"So why are we leaving?" Eragon, Nasuada, Arya, and Orik were sitting at a table, with Gleadr nearby. They had carried it inside the tent so Eragon could continue healing. Nasuada sighed, "You have been unconscious for several weeks. Not of natural causes, but we needed you that way, else you would have lost your leg. We interrogated Sismor, and he informed us of the Rider Council experiments, which we already knew of. Brom informed me and my father of them and told us to keep it secret. We did. It seemed they would not ally with us, but apparently Sismor had talked to them. They refused his offer of an alliance, but changed their mind and came a week after he did." Eragon nodded, "But I heard that Sismor died, so how could he be alive and walking?"
"He did die, but the rider experiments revived him as a Fuisk. They swore in the ancient language that they were not helping Galbatorix in any way, and they wanted to bring him down almost as much as we did. They gave us information indicating that Galbatorix may have discovered something of great power, something that he will soon master. We need to defeat him before that happens. So, the elves and dwarves, and a portion of the Varden are taking Galbatorix's major outposts. The rest of us, along with a small portion of elves and dwarves and the entire army of experiments are going to assault Ura'bean before Galbatorix can master this item."
"Do they know what it is?"
"No, only that Galbatorix obtained in in one of the rider towers in Doru Areaba."
Eragon looked out the window. "We're here."

Allright, so I know I'm wrapping it up very quickly, but I honestly think that something like this will happen. If any of you can guess what the "bject of power" is, I will dedicated one extra chapter to them, and if they can come up with a good subject for that chapter, I just might do that subject. Please make sure to PM me about any chapter suggestions, and I will announce the winner privately, so no-one else knows.