A/N: An amazing thing happened; I finally sat down with my Brisingr book, two copies of the map of Alagaesia… and a whole lot paper. This is the product of hours of research, editing, checking, double checking, calculating the correct countdown, cross-referencing my information…. and stressing about your reactions to this final chapter. –big sigh- honestly… if you don't like it don't tell me. I worked too damn hard.
Spelling Check: Selena (I happened to write Serena in the last chapter), who is Eragon's deceased mother. I also forgot an R in Orrin. Yes, I understand I got the eye color mixed in a very early chapter for all you new readers (who I appreciate dearly ). This chapter took such a long time because I truly had to think about battle plans, draw out maps, write and re-write battle scenes that just didn't work (but now do!) and procrastinate. Now that I've answered most of the questions and comments I received…. Welcome to the final chapter of Arya's Wyrda…
"We can, and we must", said Saphira.
"For the sake of our friends and our family -
- and for the rest of Alagaesia -
-we must do this."
-Brisingr
When the Wise Hesitate
12:00 (hours left till battle)
Islanzadi:
"So be it, your Majesty. The fate of Alagaesia is wavering I will do my best to see that your will is done." My beautiful daughter, Arya, bowed and exited the tent. If there was any other time that I have wished for my husband's presence and guidance before, it was nothing compared to the deep ache I possessed for him now. I am in need of assistance, yet I am the Queen of the most powerful race in Alagaesia, my own help is needed elsewhere.
My assistance is stretched in multiple directions. Who is to help me? Nature? The ruined terrace beneath my feet? Singing will be of no use in this war. I only have one secret left to save us and it is unlikely at best.
I am lost within my own self. There are songs about my loyal deeds, poems of my unmatched wisdom, yet am I wise? At the moment my only thoughts are hesitations and doubts. Do the wise hesitate? Are the powerful doubt? All I am certain of is the future shaking battle that is to take place tomorrow. Whether or not my newfound secret will be of any assistance is yet to be decided by my own daughter.
Fate, Arya had said, the word awakens a deep and buried emotion. Fate is the future one is destined to have. Alagaesia's true fate rests on the shoulders of Eragon and Saphira. I am thankful to not carry the brunt of this burden.
I will fight tomorrow for the fate of Eragon and Saphira, for Arya and Alagaesia… to whatever end.
Here We are Again
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
Eragon finished while ignoring Saphira's snorting laughter. It was a dreary song he had heard a sailor in Teirm singing as he swabbed the deck of a decrepit ship. In Eragon's own defense he was feeling particularly dreary at the moment.
Oh, quiet you. Eragon squeezed his knees into Saphira's sides, silencing her laughter. They had been flying throughout the early afternoon, silent. The masters of the sky scoped the coming path that would lead the Varden towards the biggest battle in Alagaesian history.
Eragon did not wish to think of this inconvenient truth as the pair flew onward. That was the reason he was singing the depressed tunes of a lonely sailor. There was no doubt as time ticked down that he was going to die. Maybe the loss would be for a good cause, but even then, there was still no guarantee that the Varden and the rest of the rebellion could still defeat Galbatorix. Eragon and Saphira are the last hope, they have to stay alive. Which is easier said than done since they would have to fight through two Empire Dragon's and their Riders to win.
"We can do this," he thought. "Galbatorix isn't invulnerable. He has a weakness, and we can use that weakness against him… We can do this". –Brisingr
So positive Eragon had been just a few months ago; now all he has left is raw hope. So many unanswered questions on his mind: How was he supposed to access the Vault of Souls? What would he find once he did enter the Vault of Souls? What exactly was Galbatorix' weakness, anyways?
Eragon and Saphira had run into an infuriating roadblock when they learned that Solembum, the Werecat who had willingly offered up his information of the Vault of Souls, had vanished while they were sleeping in the middle of the Varden camp only a few hours ago.
"What do you mean, 'he's gone'? Eragon growled along with Saphira. Angela slapped down her stirring rod, "Don't get sassy. I have told you time and time again; Solembum goes where he pleases when he pleases. He just happens to gravitate towards me."
That turned out to be a very unpleasant conversation ending with Eragon being shooed out of the witch's tent like a rodent.
Eragon prayed the cat had something bad coming its way for leaving him in his desperate time of need. He needed to enter the Vault of Souls; he needed to discover its secrets. Normally that would mean consulting Arya, yet she despised Eragon at the moment for leaving her and the Elves behind the day before battle.
Amidst his frustrations, Eragon sensed a familiar presence a few miles off. Usually, this wouldn't spike the duo's interest, but this presence was that of great supernatural power. Saphira picked up on Eragon's thoughts and her line of flight drifted slightly to the east where the mystery person was located. Eragon's keen eyes searched the tree lined shore of the Ramr River.
There, he directed. Eragon could not begin to unveil the supernatural person's identity. "Show yourself," Eragon commanded, dismounting and walking forward, his magic at the ready.
A voice that warmed Eragon to the core whispered, "Fricai onr eka eddyr," (I am your friend) Arya emerged from the brush. Eragon and Saphira relaxed instantly. He stepped forward, "Eta, ono varda iet eddyr." (No, you are more than my friend.)
Sweat soaked and exhausted Arya came closer and Eragon pulled her into a much needed embrace. "When I first heard that the Queen had confided in you an urgent secret I felt jealousy unlike I've ever known." She explained against him. "Please forgive me, Eragon, I was in despair."
Eragon shook his head, wondering how Arya made it to the end of the Ramr River so fast, "There is nothing to forgive, Arya Drottningu. You must understand that I wanted to tell you, but the Queen wished me not to speak of it."
Arya, how did you get here so fast? It's only been a matter of hours since we left the Elvin camp, asked Saphira.
A tired smile crossed her face, by horse, then by foot, then by a small water craft I commandeered off a drunken Empire guard.
That caused Eragon to laugh and pull back, "All to apologize for nothing?" His chuckling soon stopped as Arya pulled him gently back to her, "I gave you my word that I was with you to the end. I am honoring the Yawe between us."
An intense bond of friendship: Yawe. Eragon swallowed, feeling her eyes bore into his, her hand on his arm. She didn't even smell like sweat, her scent was still of pine and the wet forest floor…
"Eragon?" Arya asked. "Are you paying attention?"
"No. " Eragon blinked, trying to clear his head.
"The Vault of Souls; what have you discovered?"
Eragon summed up his findings starting with the dream where he couldn't get the cave to open, to Angela revealing his True Name, ending with the Werecat's disappearance. "Arya, things are not going well. I do not even know where to begin."
Arya straightened to her full height and squared her shoulders. She was going to tell him what a terrible job he was doing and how disappointed she was, he knew it. Eragon closed his eyes and prepared himself for the wrath of a frustrated Elfin Princess. Instead, he felt a rush of air go past him as Arya lithely jumped upon Saphira's back, "We have work to do."
Saphira's odd facial expression and emotions let Eragon know that the whole situation was funny to her. You looked like a dog that was about to be whipped by its master, she observed. Arya, who was kept out of the conversation, obviously didn't feel like being excluded. "Are you going to fight a war, or stand there looking like an Urgal learning Rimgar?"
Eragon ducked his head, climbing in front of Arya. "What do you know of the Grey Folk?" She asked.
Eragon remembered that the Grey Folk were the first Race to establish themselves in Alagaesia, and the creators of the Ancient Language. "The power it took for them to bind the Ancient Language wiped out their entire population." He stated slowly, suspicious of her intentions. "What are you getting at?"
She sighed, "The chances are so slim I almost do not want to bother explaining. But we believe that the Grey Folk have prevailed throughout the ages, hidden, far away from humans and other Races. We have reason to believe that they are out there still able to perform mental or wild magic. I know of one for sure, he lives in an old Elvin outpost and is extremely abrasive and shy. His characteristics will prove most challenging."
Eragon felt like hitting his head against one of Saphira's spikes, "Tenga." How could he not put the pieces together? Tenga had used mental magic to light his fireplace without a second glance, only a powerful being could have accomplished that.
Arya nodded, "Tenga is the only known survivor. So far only the Queen has known of his true identity."
When did you meet this person? Saphira asked of Eragon.
"I met him on the way back from Helgrind." Eragon grinned, relief spreading over him, "If we could convince Tenga and the others, if there are any, to help us we would practically be unstoppable!"
Arya halted Eragon's exuberance, "The problem is just that. We don't know whether or not Tenga will be of any assistance, let alone his kinsman if there are any. This is our last hope."
Eragon squeezed her hands gently before releasing them, "I have a Werecat to find and interrogate until death, Arya. I cannot go searching for someone who doesn't want to be found, especially if there is no guarantee Tenga will help us."
"You claim the Werecat has the answer to the Vault of Souls?" She asked.
"Yes but -"
"Angela refuses to tell you of his whereabouts?"
"Yes but—"Eragon's excuse was interrupted by Arya's command. "Turn around. We must go back to the Varden."
Fly back? Saphira choked. Eragon had a strong inclination of what Arya was doing, she's right Saphira, and he sighed. We must turn around.
The Cat, The Witch, and The Man Who Kicks at Cats
10:00 (Hours Left)
After sullenly sitting through Saphira's many curses and grumblings they finally found the Varden marching midway between Dras-Leona and the end of the Ramr River, in other words, the army was making wonderful time. "Halt!" Jormundur commanded to his army as Eragon, Arya, and Saphira landed in front of the massive army. Arya leapt off Saphira's back, Eragon hastily slid off, worried as Arya straightened her shoulders and surged forward.
Nasuada announced dryly "Arya, it's a pleasure to see you alive."
Arya had to yell for her voice to be heard, "Where is Angela?"
Seeing the Princesses wrath Nasuada turned on her horse and yelled loudly over her people, "Where is Angela the Witch? Let her come forth immediately for we have no time to spare!" Warriors whispered to one another, people looked around. Suddenly the crowd parted and out stepped Angela. "To what do I owe this encounter?" She eyed Arya warily.
Arya stepped forward, leaving a foot of space between them. Speaking softly so that even the front ranks had to eagerly strain forward to hear, Arya sunk her teeth in deep, "When a person above your status seeks you for an answer you must leave your insufferable ego behind and answer truthfully and fully. When you play a part in the biggest battle in history, do not cause difficulty with your infuriating mind-games and annoyingly shallow intellects."
"I do not know what I have done to deserve such cruel words, your majesty." Angela retaliated, uncharacteristically solemn. Eragon was trying to keep a grimace off of his face.
Arya looked down upon the witch, "What you have done is taken advantage of someone who is not only of higher rank, but of higher integrity. Eragon's too trusting of those around him to question your truthfulness."
Angela laughed, "I have done no such thing."
"We are past childish denial. Withhold important information from Eragon once more and I'll have you brewing your own poison."Arya and Angela were both strong women in both their own ways, but as is custom, Angela submitted to Arya with a slight smile and curtsy. "That threat was indeed creative, your majesty."
Eragon knew he should be humiliated; Arya was stripping Angela of any dignity on his behalf, after all.
The only person who found this encounter even partly funny was Roran, who was grinning like an idiot in the front ranks, and of course Saphira who had been snorting fire at every threat and insult.
Angela looked at Arya thoughtfully, "You have fit into the princess stereotype quite well."
Arya's glare was withering. "Where is the Werecat?"
Angela sighed and took a step back, "You could have simply asked. Solembum is with the man who kicks at cats." She disappeared back into the awe-struck crowd. Arya nodded respectfully to Nasuada and King Orik, who hurriedly returned her courtesy, wide-eyed.
"He's with Tenga," Eragon announced as the trio launched back into the sky. Eragon remembered Solembum's description of the hermit clearly, 'He is a man who kicks at cats'. Saphira flew south towards Helgrind. Tenga lived in an Elvin outpost called Edur Ithindra just south of the black city.
Arya, as much as I enjoyed your performance was all of that necessary? Eragon asked. Arya mentally shrugged, nobody is to take advantage of you, Eragon. And if I have to humiliate someone to make sure that happens, then so be it. It is of the same nature Nasuada showed your brother, Roran. In order to keep it from happening in the masses you have to make an example of a single person.
Well then, I appreciate your cutting words and humiliating threats, said Eragon. Arya laughed out loud, "When they are not directed at you."
"That's precisely my point." Eragon looked over his shoulder and grinned. A funny thing happened; she smiled back.
Maybe it was the fact that they were almost guaranteed to die within hours, or maybe Arya finally caved into the fact that she had to kiss Eragon every once in a while. Nevertheless, they both leaned in towards each other. Eragon's mind stopped racing, his heart beat slowed to a steady rhythm as their lips touched for the first time in days-
Saphira rocked so hard Eragon and Arya had to scramble to stay on. Not on my back, Saphira growled. My apologies, Saphira-Bjartskular, Arya apologized instantly; It was default for Elves to suck up to Dragons. Eragon, however, just glared at the back of Saphira's scaly head. Another perfect moment ruined by the other love of his life. Eragonlet her feel that he knew she was jealous.
We have had this conversation afore, little one. I am the first love in your life. I shall never share it willingly.
Eragon shook his immature thoughts, you're always first, and you know that. Arya knows that…
However, Saphira said with more emotion than Eragon had ever heard in her voice, it is most comforting to know that if or when I die in this battle you will not be alone afterwards. You will have another cut-throat female to look after you. The Great Dragon knows you need watching after.
Eragon gripped the pommel of the saddle hard. He thought seriously about his next sentence before he spoke in the Ancient Language, I promise you Saphira; if you die know that I followed close behind.
Arya tightened her grip on his waist; he had forgotten to block her out of their conversation. Blast it all.
Oh, look. Saphira tried lamely to ease the tension, Helgrind.
They witnessed the ruins of Helgrind as Saphira flew cautiously above it. With their keen eyesight the trio was able to observe the pitiful amount of life left in the city; stray animals, starving children. Not so much different than before the Varden invaded which seriously bothered Eragon. I had meant to help, he swallowed his regret. Arya shared his feelings, recovery is always worse before it gets better. War is only half the battle.
Not only do we have to kill the oath-breaker but we also must clean up after his mess, growled Saphira, snorting at the ungodly stench rising from the Black City.
Luckily they will have a solid Queen to help them back to their feet, said Eragon. It's odd, how Nasuada's the same age as I, yet she rules the Varden as well as any older man.
You are just as extraordinary for a young human, Saphira reassured.
Nasuada has her moments, Arya agreed, but she has so many counselors and advisors to rely on, however air-headed they might be, you on the other hand only have a couple and even then, you tend to make your own decisions.
I would make a terrible leader. I can hardly lead myself. It's just as well Nasuada is chosen to be the ruler of Alagaesia, Eragon grimaced at his whiny tone the moment it came out of his mouth.
Saphira hummed, You have already been offered the position as King. I think it would be an appropriate role for you, little one. You need to be kept busy and out of trouble.
Eragon let the title 'King' wash over him until Arya pointed out, "There it is."
They hastily arrived at Edur Ithindra which was just as decrepit and broken as Eragon remembered it. Still inhabited by one crabby old hermit but this time there was a cat sitting well away from his feet.
Tenga, the man who kicks at cats, allowed them into his hut with abrasive hospitality. Saphira, content with laying her head across the front doorway, ignored the old man's piercing glare.
"We are here to talk about the Grey Folk." Eragon blurted. He could practically hear Saphira roll her eyes behind him. Arya covered up his lack of grace quickly, "We are on the brink of the most devastating war in history. We are outnumbered roughly 10,000 to 2,000, 5 to 1. Not counting whatever else Galbatorix has in store for Eragon and Saphira. It would be in all of our interests if you would assist us."
If Tenga had heard Arya he showed little sign as he ignited the homey fireplace with a quick glance. Arya and Eragon settled on the floor, used to such patience games with Oromis. Eragon entertained himself by glaring at the smirking Werecat across the room.
"I had heard that a human-elf was the new Dragon Rider. I've also heard that he rode with the Elvin Princess." Tenga handed the traveler's two mugs of steaming tea, "And they've ended up on my doorstep. You Rider, I have seen before without your companions."
"I suppose you're going to tell me that you knew who I was as soon as you laid eyes on me when I showed up at your door a few weeks ago?" Eragon guessed mildly.
A smile threatened to appear on the old hermits face, "My my, what a character you are, boy. But you have not sought me to say what you already know. You want to know what you don't know."
"Want is too lax a term. I need to know where I can find the Rock of Kuthian. Well," Eragon said, "I've already found it; the problem is that I can't get it to open when I speak my Name."
He spoke the wrong name like a fool, Solembum announced smugly. Careful, feline, Saphira rumbled from her post in the door way, her hot breath blowing across Eragon's back. Eragon resisted the urge to pitch his mug of tea at the Werecat. "But I've discovered my real True Name-"
"Gracious boy, you blab more than that blasted witch I mentored many long years ago." Tenga sipped his tea, "I have an answer for you."
Eragon and Arya waited tensely for approximately two minutes as the old hermit casually finished off his tea.
"It's all in your head." Tenga announced.
Eragon was silent for about two seconds before his unmonitored response poured out of his mouth, "In my head? Are you saying I'm fabricating the existence of the Vault of Souls?" Eragon was about to retort what he thought was going on in Tenga's head until Solembum interrupted.
I told you he was a defensive babbler, Solembum prowled around Tenga. Saphira breathed on Eragon's back once more, causing his tense muscles to loosen against his will.
My patience runs short with you as well, great Werecat, Arya commented testily. "Tenga, are you implying that Eragon could reach the Vault of Souls mentally, voluntarily?"
Tenga explained. "What lies within the Vault of Souls is something Galbatorix himself has been struggling in vain to reach ever since the Fall."
Eragon nodded, "Right, the Dragon's spiritual form of the Eldunari. Could their spiritual form overcome their physical?"
"That is an answer I'm most looking forward to finding out." Tenga's eyes twinkled. Eragon shoved back his disappointment, "We have another question." Eragon didn't quite know how to ask since Tenga gracefully skirted around the question earlier; thankfully Arya took over. "You are a descendant of the Grey Folk and you have powers that could play a vital part in the Varden's victory."
Tenga suddenly looked 200 years old, "I know what you seek. I cannot help you." He closed his eyes as if having performed a completely draining act of magic, "The amount of energy it would take to even communicate… "
Arya leaned forward, "Do other Grey-Folk still exist in a physical form?"
Tenga suddenly stood up, "What a very nice conversation the three of you provide an old man with. After this war is over please come back and inform me of the outcome. I should enjoy hearing that story."
Eragon stood as well, "You're going to sit back and allow others to do the work? How can this be your decision? If you have access to the Grey-Folk, then please tell them that we are in desperate need of their assistance."
Tenga's eyes narrowed, "I have a question to get busy answering myself, boy, and an answer that I have been searching many, many years for. The Great Question." Eragon remembered Angela's disgust when remembering Tenga's Great Question. "What is the question?" Eragon asked.
The Hermit smiled, "Why are we here? What process evolved into our form?" He turned his nose down upon Eragon, which was odd because of his short stature, "I have a quite complicated hypothesis, I assure you that it is beyond your comprehension."
Arya tugged Eragon out the door, "Obviously there's a reason the Grey Folk only exist in legend. Weak," She hissed loudly enough for Tenga to hear. As Arya made to climb up upon Saphira Eragon went back to Tenga's door and said, "I have an answer for your question, Tenga." Eragon swallowed hard, disappointment so thick it seemed to clog his throat, "God. " Eragon turned to mount Saphira.
Saphira blasted Tenga's garden with a jet of red-hot fire, much to Arya and Eragon's grimacing dismay, before she took to the sky.
Fare thee well, Rider. Solembum watched them soar from next to the smoking garden. Remember, you already have access to the spiritual realm, and you didn't need a grumpy hermit to inform you of that. The portal you seek has been in your saddle bag.
"Glaedr," Eragon realized. Arya asked him to repeat himself above the roaring wind Saphira's wings were creating. "Glaedr can help us!"
Arya was thoughtful, "He is still grieving, surely. But, it was both Oromis' and Glaedr's idea to stay captive in the Eldunari to assist us."
We have no time to waste, Saphira urged, flying North-East. Carefully, as if she were taking a baby from its cradle, Arya removed Glaedr's heart of hearts from the sturdy sack in which it rested. Speaking in the Ancient Language she explained to the catatonic dragon their need and situation. A few minutes later Glaedr's strong presence overwhelmed the trio, causing Saphira to shudder in midair.
His rumbling voice almost brought tears to Eragon's eyes, how he needed Oromis and Glaedr! The Spiritual Realm is as much mystery to me as any other. I can feel part of myself in the Vault of Souls almost as much as I feel myself in the physical world. The other dragons are bitter and ready for revenge. I feel their anger in my spiritual half. Eragon, I will help you open the Vault of Souls, but then you are on your own. You must convince, heal, and bond with my race. They have already witnessed my testimony; it is up to you to prove yourself worthy of their help, for if they assist you their price is great.
What do you mean? Asked Eragon. What price?
Take my heart in your hands, Eragon. Glaedr directed. Arya passed Eragon the heart; as soon as he touched Glaedr's Eldunari, it lulled him to sleep. Good luck little one, Saphira encouraged as his eyes shut. Arya's arms wrapping around his waist was the last thing Eragon comprehended before becoming completely unconscious.
A Diamond in the Rough
7:00 (hours left)
When Glaedr caused Eragon to pass into unconsciousness it had been completely dark outside, about midnight. Eragon opened his eyes to the blinding whiteness of the spiritual realm. Not this again.
Run. Eragon felt the ground tremble with the force of Glaedr's command. Eragon ran as he never had before. Breathe in, Eragon wheezed, breathe out. He never had been much of a long distance sprinter. Oh look, a light that I get to follow for forever, he thought sarcastically as the caves light ignited in the distance. Instead of concentrating on his labored breathing, Eragon thought of the speech he would give once he entered the Vault. Hi, I'm the new Rider. Just hoping you guys would break your forced oaths with Galbatorix and in return save the world that you are no longer a part of.
Eragon gulped and tried again, I know if I was in your position (on a shelf in Galbatorix's bedroom closet), I would try to do the best I could for the people of Alagaesia who are suffering under his rule. With that said I was hoping you would all help the Varden…
He heard Glaedr's booming laugh from within his mind, you must do better than that.
Soon Eragon was panting in front of the Rock of Kuthian, the guardian of the Vault of Souls. Speak your Name, said Glaedr.
In the Ancient Language Eragon announced, "I am the Bringer of Light, open."
The ground began trembling so hard that Eragon lost his balance, bracing himself as the giant rock shook violently. The face of the rock mountain divided into two halves, separating opposite ways. Thankfully the earthquake stopped and Eragon sprang to his feet. The light from within the cave was blinding. Squinting, shielding his eyes, Eragon made his way into the open-mouthed cave. The further he found himself walking, the darker it was getting.
Soon it was cold and pitch dark. "Garjzla," He whispered, and in his palm a small light gave view to the empty vastness of the cave. Without warning his light was demolished, that is cheating, a high-pitched female voice snapped, as if her tongue was a bull hide whip.
Hello? Eragon released his mental shields. Curious minds poked and prodded his conscience. Only when Eragon started to feel severely violated did he raise his shields back up. The more these spirit Dragons knew about him the better.
Welcome, Eragon Bromsson, a deep, ancient, and resounding voice reverberated within the walls of his mind and the cave. The voice seemed to be as old as time itself. There was only one dragon Eragon could think of who could have a presence and voice like that.
You must be the First Eragon's dragon, Eragon realized with an awed whisper. Causing the old dragon to chuckle, my name is Bid'Daum and indeed I am hatchling. From what I've learned, you carry quite the burden on your mortal shoulders.
Indeed I do. I've come for help defeating Galbatorix. Eragon tried so hard to sound brave, but he only sounded like a mouse in front of a hundred tomcats.
Step closer, brave one. A soothing, motherly voice coaxed. Hesitantly Eragon stepped forward a few more steps, there's no need to run into me, the high-pitched female voice grated against Eragon's ears once more.
Peace, Lenora, the Great Dragon rumbled.
Eragon gave up on fumbling around in the dark, "I cannot see."
Of course he can't see! A voice farther down the cave snapped, he's half human. Eragon wasn't sure to take this exclamation as an insult or as a favor. As if someone drew the curtains back on a bright summer morning light flooded into the room, Eragon gasped and stepped back, he was face to face with a stern looking female dragon. After blinking a couple times Eragon realized that it was a marble carving. Eragon was standing in front of a mile long wall that was just as long as it was tall. Dragon heads were carved out from the marble wall itself, beautiful, etched with every minute detail. These were obviously carvings of the real dragons. The high-pitched voice he had heard came from the female dragon right in front of his face, named Lenora. Hundreds of voices murmured curiously from up and down the wall, Eragon could hear every one.
- Look how handsome he is.
Is he part elf?
Who is the lucky Dragon? -
Enough. Bid'Daumcommanded; the talking ceased instantly. Eragon's head snapped towards the voice and he saw the most magnificent Dragon he had ever seen, the Great Dragon. His head carving was exponentially larger than the rest. The defined muscles in his arched neck gave Eragon a very good idea of what the rest of his body would have looked like; bigger than the mountains Eragon grew up in.
You say your half-Elf, but that also makes you half-human. Why are you ashamed? Another voice asked Eragon. He shrugged, "Humans are discarded as weaklings and unintelligent beings, I suppose it sounds better in my position, which is the challenge of the century at the moment."
You remind me of my Eragon, Bid'Daum reminisced. So brave and eager to do what was right, even if it was difficult. Now tell me, Eragon, how is my youngest relation serving you? I've heard her scales are quite the wonder.
You mean Saphira? Eragon's jaw swore the statue's lips lifted in amusement, she is a descendant of mine. If she's anything like the rest of her kin she is a trouble maker.
Great Dragon, I couldn't have dreamed of a more faithful and reliable partner than my Saphira. Eragon bowed his head. I would not be standing here today if it was not for her sacrifices and wisdom.
The whispering began again; pleased and content emotions were tangible. I enjoy hearing of my offspring's success, but that is not why you have risked so much to come here. Bid'Daum once more quieted his fellow wall-mates down.
Speaking aloud, Eragon began from the beginning with his heritage and ended with him standing before the Vault of Souls, which took a while.
Please, Eragon bowed his head after he finished his tale, all is lost if we don't regain your assistance. Do not fight against us but with us.
The motherly female, whose carving was next to Bid'Daum's, spoke reassuringly, Galbatorix is responsible for the death of most of our Rider's and even our own destruction. We are most willing to help, but please understand it would end us completely.
A rumble of approval sounded from the wall of dragons. Well spoken, Miramel, they whispered.
What do you mean 'end us completely'? Eragon asked.
Bid'Daum answered, our Heart of Hearts are mostly controlled by Galbatorix under oath. If we break the oath, even for a moment, our spiritual and physical Eldunari would perish. We would be sent to the abyss for the rest of eternity.
Eragon's mouth went dry, to be responsible for the destruction of every Rider's Dragon… Is this the only way?
It is. Dearest Rider, we willingly give you our lives. None of our Riders exist anymore. We have nothing to live for besides this. Miremel explained.
My mate speaks for all of us, Bid'Daum affirmed solemnly. Is it only Glaedr's Eldunari that you possess?
Yes, it is.
Then we must speak to Glaedr for he will be a martyr in our last stand, The Great Dragon summoned Glaedr's opinion.
Glaedr's familiar voice rumbled from the very end of the hallway where Eragon could not see, I will be a willing martyr for Eragon and Saphira. For they carry my blessing and hope for the future. You are not just a farm boy from Carvahall, Eragon. You are a diamond in the rough and I beg you to remember it. Eragon had to restrain the urge to sprint towards his voice.
After a long while of explanations and plans Eragon bowed deeply, letting his mental shields down he allowed every single dragon on the wall experience the gratitude and thankfulness that threatened to crush him.
May peace be with you, Eragon put his fingers to his lips, eyes tearing.
And may the stars watch over you, the dragons all rumbled in unison as Eragon exited the cave.
Fare thee well, my brave little one. Glaedr's voice held so much pride that tears threatened to stain Eragon's cheeks.
I will not fail you, was Eragon's last thought as he woke up in Arya's arms and felt the rhythmic pounding of Saphira's wings underneath him. Breathing a great sigh of relief he leaned back in her tight embrace.
We are to win.
It is Time
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By the time Saphira came within two miles from Uru'Baen it was clear that the greatest war in history had already begun. Soldiers were screaming, swords clanging and a lonely dragon circling the sky demanding for the flesh of his foe created quite the cacophony. Saphira growled deeply, let us be done with this.
If we are going to use Aren at all, than this is it. Eragon took a deep breath while Saphira and Arya melded their minds with his. Eragon pulled enough energy out of Brom's ring to completely refresh the trio. With renewed vigor he realized that the massive amount of energy he pulled hadn't even dented the reserve.
Thank you dad, he thought privately. Gingerly he cut off Arya from his mind and spoke to his dragon; I love you, Saphira, keeper of my heart. Tears stung his eyes. Saphira had no words for him, just a crushing intimacy that was beyond any physical capacity. Before he lost it completely he switched to Arya, who did all the talking. Eragon, if the three of us come out of this war alive and together, then I will allow you to put me through that torturous human custom you call a wedding.
Tears gone, Eragon grinned, fair enough.
Saphira answered Thorn's call with a roar that set a deep and aching rattling in Eragon and Arya's bones. The fighting seemed to cease as Saphira swept towards the battle scene. Eragon swung his sword from its sheath with Elvin grace while setting it on fire with a raging thought. With the greatest uproar Eragon had ever heard or will ever hear again in his life, the Varden welcomed their last hope onto the battlefield.
Brisingr met Zar'roc, and the distinct ring of clashing Elvin metal never sounded so good. Arya leapt off the back of the saddle and with his senses Eragon knew that Queen Islanzadi caught her daughter with magic. Murtagh was wearing a helmet this time and Zar'roc looked right at home sitting in his treacherous hands. Not treacherous, he had attempted to convince himself. Oh, forget it! This time, Eragon was striking to kill, not parry, and Murtagh was beginning to look frightened. Saphira had the same mindset as she sunk her teeth deep within Thorns jugular
Eragon, listen. Arya said gently despite the horrific battle. I know what he's done. But he was possessed by Galbatorix. I know you feel betrayed, and I know you are more capable of killing him now more than ever. But he is here to help us whether you understand it or not. Please, spare his life for he has a large part to play today. He has Nasuada's full confidence… and my own.
Eragon begrudgingly put out the fire on his sword while Saphira backed off, leaving Thorn howling in agony. Murtagh began healing Thorns wounds with the same glowing orb he had used in their last fight. With narrowed eyes Eragon and Saphira realized what it was he was using; an Eldunari. "Whose murdered Dragon Heart is that, Murtagh?" He taunted. Startled, Murtagh gripped the heart tighter. "Come on," Eragon sneered, "Is it Jarnunvosk's? How about Formora's Dragon? Don't tell me it's Morzan's?"
"Shut up!" Murtagh snarled, a cruel smile lit his handsome face, "It's actually Saphira's. You know, Brom's old Dragon? She's quite helpful, not like she has a choice in the matter."
Something snapped inside Eragon. The massive noise of battle disappeared and all Eragon could hear was his own steady breathing. Saphira's mind melded completely with his: blood. That's all they both wanted. Nasuada's wishes set aside, Saphira tucked under Thorn with speed unmatched by her breed. With a heavy grunt she stopped completely underneath the red beast and boosted herself upward. Eragon submerged his entire blade within Thorn's chest cavity. The scream it drew from the beast was enough to snap Eragon out of his trance.
"ERAGON!" Nasuada screamed below him. As Thorn wheeled away Eragon looked down to the ground where Nasuada's face, streaked with tears, was staring up at him. Eragon felt ice settle in his stomach as he realized what he had done. Saphira was having a hard time feeling anything but rage at the moment. Flying to where Thorn collapsed on a rooftop of the castle Eragon dismounted. Murtagh was weeping over Thorns body, "Look what you've done!" He wheeled around with his sword. "No Eldunari could heal that! He's going to die!"
"Please," Eragon hung his head, "Let me heal Thorn."
"You? Out of every person on this planet I trusted you and Nasuada the most. Go out and die for all I care! Did you not know the plan? Leave us alone." He cried.
Eragon walked up to Murtagh and stood next to him, "Allow me to help you."
Murtagh didn't say a word but silently moved to the side. A few minutes late he asked, "Eragon, did Nasuada tell you what happened?"
As Eragon melded himself with the endless amount of energy he answered, "Yes. What have you up your sleeve?" All of his previous anger had melted away with the look on Nasuada's face which seemed to be permanently imprinted onto the back of his eyelids.
"A dragon." Murtagh whispered quietly. Eragon slowly began speaking in the Ancient language, weaving and threading a complicated spell that would heal the dying dragon from the inside out.
When he was done he released Aren's energy. "Whose dragon are you referring to?"
Murtagh shook his head, "You will have to see. I am under oath, Eragon; if I say its name I'll be destroyed."
Eragon kicked at a pebble, "So do we keep pretending to fight until your surprise gets here or what?"
"No, I tried that and it brought us to this. I will keep playing up Thorn's injury. Then Galbatorix is soon to reveal himself with Shruikan… and when that happens." Murtagh gulped, "I better hope my surprise is good enough."
Eragon was starting to go deaf from the loudness of the battle, they wouldn't have much longer to converse. "Do you love her?" He shouted above the increasing noise.
"With all my heart."
"Very well and so be it." Eragon embraced Murtagh who hugged him fiercely back, "Good luck brother." Murtagh whispered. Half-brother, Eragon couldn't help thinking. He mounted Saphira and they took off. You were oddly silent, he commented.
I am proud of you, Saphira said before a tremble shook the castle, the shaking increased dramatically. . I saw what you did, Arya spoke to him, and disappointment etched her tone. Eragon looked down at her from his perch, but then again you didn't, he reminded. He replayed his conversation with Murtagh to her. She was thoughtful as the castle began crumbling apart, Could he possibly mean that the third egg hatched?
Eragon looked down to see every being staring to the west of the castle where the Varden had taken siege. But it was not the Varden they were staring at; it was the twenty or more white robed individuals that stood side by side on a hill top with their arms raised. The magic was obviously coming off of them even though it felt as if 200 magicians were behind the force. Spells were bouncing off the men rapidly. Arya finally got a close enough look at the 20 men and laughed, Its Tenga! He's brought the Grey Folk!
Eragon saw with satisfaction as in turn the Elvin Spell casters were taking this time to single out the hidden Empire magicians and taking them down one by one
Possibly… This might sound inane, but I remember that Galbatorix falsely bonded with Shruikan. Eragon shook his head at the thought.
What are you suggesting?
That Shruikan may not be as faithful as we believe him to be. Maybe that is the Dragon Murtagh's referring to?
A chunk of castle as large as Saphira tumbled and smashed onto the Empire forces. The Varden, Dwarves and Elves cheered.
That is a lot to hope for, Arya finally commented, her eyes glued to the castle. Eragon, however, began killing Empire magicians and the Elvin Spell Casters joined him immediately.
Meanwhile, the gigantic castle began crumbling in sections. Some of the Du Vrangr Gata and Elves pitched in to the project and the castle began falling even faster. Thorn and Murtagh scrambled off their tower as it pitched forward.
Cease fire. Eragon commanded of the archers who aimed at the fleeing pair. Saphira's wings beat rhythmically in time with her fire-breathing as she began scorching the endless supply of Empire soldiers. Her wards were directly connected with Aren so whatever weapon that came flying her way bounced off her easily without draining energy from either her or Eragon.
Taking Eragon's lead, King Orrin and King Orik yelled a charge and the battle restarted while the castle, which was larger than Eragon's entire village 100 fold, came tumbling down.
Eragon grinned as he took life after life, running side by side with his Dragon, but the smile soon disappeared from his face when he heard the first ground shaking whoosh… whoosh….whoosh, of a mighty Dragon's wings.
"Eragon! It's Shruikan! Galbatorix is riding him!" Roran yelled from ten yards away, still slinging his hammer. Fear seized Eragon hammering heart. The pressure against his ears was almost unbearable; soldiers around him were clapping their hands against their ears and dropping weapons. Are you ready for the last fight of our lives? He of Saphira asked, a lump threatening to clog his throat. For an answer she let loose a roar that engulfed twenty yards of Empire soldiers in flames. Eragon leapt upon her with agility only a Dragon Rider could possess. The shouts of encouragement from all their friends were overwhelming as they ascended into the gray and gritty air.
Saphira charged Shruikan with the energy of a rabid Shrrg. Eragon, on the other hand, was busy trying to remember all the last minute tips and spells Oromis and Glaedr had taught them. He approached Galbatorix' mental wall, it was solid as rock. He began panicking, startling Arya who is connected with him.
Eragon, Arya said reassuringly in his mind. His castle was solid rock, too. Eragon chanced a glance at the castle, only there was no castle, just an enormous pile of rubble. Eragon looked upon his enemy's mind differently. Fissures, tiny cracks, holes, weak spots; Eragon began a thorough process of poking and prodding the enemy's mind. Which seemed to not be causing Galbatorix any worry whatsoever as he cast spell after spell, which Eragon deflected all too easily.
He's toying with me. Eragon grumbled.
Don't give away any strategy. Arya exclaimed, attack hard first! Eragon made up random weak, nagging spells and threw them every which way at Galbatorix and Shruikan. Galbatorix frowned deeply at this. His thinning hair swirled around his helmetless head; I will kill you, Eragon son of Morzan. Eragon gulped, Galbatorix had just passed through his mental barriers like they were nothing. Eragon met the king's eyes for the first time. They were black. Void.
I've been told you are a bit more charismatic than that. Eragon felt Galbatorix pierce his mental shield with a fabricated blade, causing Eragon to cry out and double over. Shruikan screamed, causing Galbatorix to cease his mental ambush. Saphira had gashed the black dragon in the chest, overcoming the heavy wards.
Well done. Eragon praised, readying his sword while his mind recovered.
With no further encouragement Saphira latched onto Shruikan like a leech. Eragon swung Brisingr in an arch meeting the evil king's blade for the first time in history. The battle slowed once more as a solid clang echoed throughout the field. Galbatorix was breathing hard, even though they had not even begun to fight. With the eyes of the world on them, Eragon wasted no time engaging in epic combat. Shruikan began shaking Saphira like a terrier with a rat. But he could not rid of her and Galbatorix was having an equally tough time with Eragon's swordsmanship. "You fight like your brother." He hissed like a snake.
Eragon retorted by delivering an unexpected cut that sliced into the right side of the king's shoulder. Eragon felt tired all of a sudden, his attacking became defending. The wards, he realized Galbatorix's wards tax on my strength! I'm keeping him alive! Calling upon Aren he renewed his and Saphira's strength, startling Galbatorix. "What secrets are you hiding?" Galbatorix hissed. Eragon lowered his voice, "The same ones you are."
Somethings wrong. Shruikan's telling me to cease our attack. Saphira unlatched herself from Shruikan and flew backward a few yards. Saphira what's happening with Shruikan? Eragon asked.
When Saphira didn't respond Eragon looked at the black dragon and in confusion saw him shaking. Galbatorix was obviously just as confused as he.
Eragon, what is amiss? Arya asked, suddenly aware of the issue.
I have no idea. Eragon was entranced by the way the enormous black dragon shook. Shruikan closed his large yellow eyes and Eragon heard the Dragon's low voice within, Eragon I have been contacted by Bid'Daum and I deliver his message:
It is time.
Without further ado, Eragon withdrew Glaedr's heart of hearts so that Galbatorix could clearly see the golden Eldunari. Galbatorix glared at Eragon so fiercely it should have seared him. Rain began pounding the battlefield, creating a huge field of liquid bodily fluids and grunge.
"It is time," Eragon repeated to Glaedr in the Ancient Language. First, the Eldunari's glow was soft, then increased 2 fold and continually doubled in brightness until Eragon was no longer able to look at it.
Throw me, Glaedr commanded and Eragon tossed the Eldunari high in the air where it shattered into a million little pieces.
Release the Dragons
Almost one hundred, huge, massive Dragons appeared on the battlefield, and the destruction was immediate. The entire vicinity began to burst into flame. Gasping, sputtering, Galbatorix began hissing an incantation that would take the life force from any life form within 20 miles of the scene, including himself. And he would have completed it if Bid-Daum hadn't side-swept him with one mighty sweep of his thick tail, freeing Shruikan of his devil Rider. Eragon gulped as Galbatorix steadied himself in mid-air and fixed his black orbs on him, Galbatorix was flying towards him at a high velocity. His long fingernails stretched towards Eragon's throat, he was only two meters away at best.
Eragon did the only thing he could possibly think of doing at that moment.
Galbatorix's black eyes widened and constricted so fast Eragon was distracted from the fact that Brisingr was completely embedded in the King's heart.
Gasping, Eragon realized that his own breathing was constricting. The Wards! Galbatorix's lips lifted in a smile as he hung off Brisingr in midair. Eragon would die if Galbatorix died. Even now Eragon felt his energy leaving him.
Arya figured it out first, and began sprinting through both armies, leaping over bodies dead and alive. Let him go, Eragon! Let him go! She yelled. Saphira began thrashing, trying to rid Brisingr of Galbatorix.
Stop, Eragon demanded. I must do this. He slid off the saddle and he and Galbatorix plummeted towards the ground. Hazy hallucinations showed hundreds of Dragons destroying the battlefield below him; they were smashing Empire soldiers and ravaging Galbatorix's mutant hybrids. The Varden's cheers were non-existent as they locked in to the scene above them.
Eragon was starting to see red, his heart seized not from the height of their fall, but from his own sword in Galbatorix's cold heart. Please, just let us hit the ground, he begged. I'm done, I'm done, I'm done. His saliva had a sickening metallic taste; his blood seemed to pound through his ears. Locking eyes with Galbatorix, who was slumped against Brisingr, he kept falling and falling.
Falling, he decided, is worse than dying as the rush of wind caused tears to streak across his face.
The screaming below him was enough to rip Eragon out of his stupor.
Take hold of me, a smooth male voice said. Eragon gasped as a young green dragon's eye appeared before him with Arya was on his back. "Eragon!" Saphira's scream rattled his brain. "Grab onto Lithen", Murtagh yelled from atop Thorn, reaching towards Eragon.
No energy…
Eragon stop this madness. Take my hand. Arya demanded fiercely. Can't, he sighed as Galbatorix took his last shaky breath. This was it; they were going to both die-
Murtagh swung Zar'roc in an arch and completely decapitated Galbatorix, the King and Brisingr were separated from Eragon. Energy and life rushed back into Eragon, but his elated laughing stopped as the ground quickly approached. Uh, Saphira?
The wind rushed out of him as Saphira's hard scales abruptly stopped his descent.
"Bloody hell," He wheezed. Energy continued to pour back into his system and his legs clamped onto Saphira's sides which were trembling as she raged, what do you think you were doing?
Eragon, Arya's angry voice was reverberating in his head. You are lucky I do not kill you myself." She and the green dragon named Lithen took off towards the opposite end of the battlefield where all the Elves were massing.
He deserves at least that much, Saphira snarled.
Eragon bowed his head.
We have a war to finish, Saphira added softly. What happened over there? Eragon motioned towards the gathering Elves.
A terrible deed has been done in your stead, dearest one.
Of Celebration and Loss
Where is she? Eragon's keen eyesight was no match for the dense after-battle smog. Eragon ran through the exposed hallways of Galbatorix's crushed fortress, ignoring the congratulatory shouts of the Varden and pleas for help of the wounded. We won, we won, we won. He kept chanting in his head as he leaped over the wreckage, sprinting through the massive courtyard. There. In the middle of the court, speaking with Blodhgarm was Arya. Eragon slowed to a stop as time itself halted. She looked as though she had fallen countless stories as he had, but at the moment she was the most beautiful thing Eragon had ever seen in his life.
She started running towards him. Within seconds, surrounded by friends and captive foes alike, Eragon had her in his arms, spinning her around. Arya ran her hand through his hair, "Look at you, you must look worse than I."
Eragon grinned and pulled her close, "That's not hard to do—"
Eragon was interrupted by Arya's lips against his own. I think I won more than a war, he closed his eyes. The remaining energy he had left went into the best kiss of his life. A tingling sensation that he knew very well spread across the left side of his body, Arya was healing him as well.
Someone wolf-whistled, causing Arya to pull back. "Quiet, Roran." Eragon grinned, clapping his dust-covered brother on the back. Their reunion was interrupted by Nasuada storming the courtyard, "Eragon! You just wait until I think of a proper punishment for you!"
Eragon had the sense to feel somewhat intimidated. "I was scared silly for you since you didn't seem to have one ounce of self-preservation out there." She angrily twisted her thick black hair into what looked like a braid. Then without warning she shoved Arya aside and hugged Eragon tightly, "I forgive you," she sighed, not pulling back.
"Women. That's one thing I'll never understand." Murtagh winked pulling Nasuada to him, ignoring the death glares from their surrounding company.
Look what I have, Arya spoke to Eragon mentally, flashing the silver mark on her right hand. His jaw dropped, Lithen? Arya nodded promising to explain it to him later.
Eragon shook his head in disbelief, "How are we all still here after all this?" He returned back to the others conversation.
"We're not, Eragon. We've lost Orrin, Jormundur, countless council members, that's not even counting Oriks' losses." Nasuada sighed.
Blodhgarm approached Arya, "Your majesty, the time has come." His voice cut off. Arya put a hand on his arm, conversing silently. She pulled back, "The Queen has been fatally wounded, I must go to her." She took off with Blodhgarm in the direction of the battlefield, where the sounds of wailing was increasing by the second.
Blodhgarm explained to the stunned group that the Queen had put herself in front of Galbatorix' most powerful spell caster as he tried to kill both the King and Eragon. "It was obviously plotted that if Eragon was to take the Kings life, that this spellcaster would finish the deed." Blodhgarm startling Eragon by putting a hairy hand, "She wishes to speak to you."
The Queen and Arya were alone in a hastily erected tent, surrounded by wailing Elves. Eragon was about to enter the tent when a young spell caster from the Du Vrangr Gata appeared before him in hysterics, "Lord Eragon, please help us, you're the only one who can help her!" Eragon didn't ask questions but followed the young girl to the battle field where the rest of the human spell casters had formed a circle.
"Trianna," He whispered to the almost unrecognizable sorceress. Three barbed-arrows protruded from her chest, blood trickled out of her mouth. To his horror, tears began to form in his eyes, and all he could do was take her hand. She tried to say his name, but the blood blocked her speech. He shushed her and reached out for her mind, but she was already too far-gone.
Kill me, she manage to connect form in her head.
You have acted most bravely and I will make certain that the kingdom knows of your great act of are one of the most ambitious and loyal people I know. With that, Eragon whispered an energy-draining incantation and shut her eyes. That was the end of Trianna, the Varden's most powerful Sorceress.
"Tents have been set up and food is being prepared, please, allow others to help while you rest." Farica, Nasuada's handmaid insisted. Eragon, still numb from ending Trianna's life, allowed himself to be led to his tent where Saphira awaited. As he came closer, her neck snaked out to wrap him in a much-needed thorny embrace.
"The Queen is ready to see you," Arya interrupted the private moment between Eragon and Saphira. Eragon met her eyes as he walked past her and she brushed her hand against his. Somehow, Eragon found the will power to keep walking forward and ducked inside the tent.
The Queen was lying on her death bed, her breath shallow. Dried blood cracked on her face as she smiled up at Eragon, "I hear you are to be part of the family."
"Your Majesty, I heard what you have done for me, how may I possibly begin to repay you?" Eragon choked out, taking her hand.
"Convince my daughter that her rebellious spirit is…" She had to regain her breath, "what my people need. Convince who ever needs convincing. I know you do what is right, no matter what it takes."
"As you wish, your Majesty, it will become my first priority."
The Queen was dying so rapidly Eragon was at a loss of what to do. "I want my Arya to be your first priority, you must do that."
Eragon was speechless, "You what?"
"I give you both my blessing as I have already. You are the one for her. You are the one for this world."
The Elves rushed in as the last of the Queens life force left her body.
Eragon walked out of the tent and met Arya's eyes, your mine, were the only words that he could form comprehensively. An arm around Arya, and the other hand on Saphira shoulder, the trio made their way through the battlefield towards the group of Royals that awaited them.
Arya's Wyrda
My fate, the rest of my existence and my purpose has been laid out clearly before me, and yes, Eragon plays a significant role. When I wake the day after the war it is him I am laying next to in the tent and his comforting presence causes relief. After all we've been through in the last couple days he can still cause my anxiety to lessen and my heart to lift. In a month's time I will publicly reject my race and accept Eragon's, as we pronounce our union in this wedding. Eragon tells me that I must wear a white dress and that the union will be in front of thousands of people. A small sigh escapes me as I stare at the ceiling; Eragon will be King. Nasuada will be Queen. I will be… useful in some way, I imagine.
Elves have this annoying habit of loving and leaving. At one point in my life I found that option less restrictive, less demanding. Now looking back I can admit that I was afraid of the commitment, afraid to hand my heart, as tough as it may be, to someone who had the power to hurt me. I can handle any physical threat, but the internal and spiritual threats I cannot prevent.
Eragon stirs next to me," What are you doing?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.
"Thinking."
That got his full attention. He sat up on his elbows, hair sticking out every direction. The grin that I find so charming stretched slyly across his face, "I suppose I would worry too if I was marrying me in a month."
"Eragon is that all you can think about?" He laughs as I shove him flat. I like the way his eyes meet mine without hesitation and fear, unlike anyone else I talk to. He takes my right hand in his, allowing our Gedwey Ignasias to touch, the glow they created was almost blinding.
"Just remember to make use of me when you're sitting on your throne making those executive decisions that you fear so entirely. I will not be idle." Though my accent softened the world 'idle', I tried to make it up with my tone. Eragon's hand traced up my arm that was pinning him down while he spoke, "Are you saying that I'm to forget you? I thought you wanted me to take the throne beside Nasuada. If that is not what you want then say so and Nasuada can lead by herself. I'll happily step aside."
"That is not what I wish for you to do. All I want is to be of some value in this kingdom, next to you."I stood up, not being able to take the somberness in his darkened eyes, "Because you are the only person the people of Alagaesia need, not I or even Nasuada, Eragon. I will be forgotten and sent out on simple missions and just be…"
"Just be what?" Eragon's voice was right behind me, I forget how stealthy he's become after the transformation.
I grabbed my leather pants and shirt out of my pack, "Useless."
"You're a Dragon Rider, Arya. How could you possibly be useless? Together, we will travel all over Alagaesia, reshaping the world. When your mother spoke to me, what she desired above all was for you to be her successor-" He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Thankful for the interruption, Eragon opened the door to a runner boy. It was time to witness the aftermath.
Ever After
A couple hours later Eragon, Saphira and I were leading the way through the massive swamp of body's and blood that was the previous battlefield. Had it only been 24 hours ago that the three of us had swept upon the battlegrounds? My foot kicked a soldier's neck and I stopped to look upon the corpse; he was maybe 17, hardly younger than Eragon. The thought made me sick because it could have been Eragon's neck I kicked, not this young man's, had fate decided to differ.
"So young," Nasuada said behind me, "They were all so young."
"And if they were anything like I was in my household, they were the major providers." Eragon said, looking upon the face of another young soldier. "How many hostages?" He asked of Jormundur's successor. "There are roughly 450, Lord Eragon."
For the amount of Empire soldiers there were, that was hardly a measurable amount.
Without seeking permission first, Eragon directed, "After their medical needs are attended to have them released. We've no need for captives."
Nasuada took Murtagh's hand, "We could use the help."
"Not that kind of help. We need volunteers and willing citizens. We would look just like Galbatorix if we made the captives slaves."
Compassion. That was the trait of Eragon's that I most admired. He was right; volunteers not slaves. The trust that these hostages would bestow unto us if we medicated them and released them back to their families was immeasurable. I caught his eye and he smiled slightly, "Arya has a bigger job to do." That caught the other's attention, including my own.
"The Elves need a Queen, Arya." Nasuada said softly.
As softly as she spoke it, her statement still shook me, "Not me. It was never supposed to be me." I was the one who betrayed my race. I was the one who let my own mother die in lieu of Eragon. The Elves would never accept me for as long as they held this grudge.
Nasuada said, "You would patch the brokenness between our races, Arya. Unlike any Elvin Queen before, you would lead your people forward with the rest of the world and not keep them captured in the past."
"Lady Nasuada, you overestimate my abilities. Please, let us talk after the Queen's funeral." My right hand gripped Eragon's arm like a life-line, and he took the pain without complaining, knowing it was just my way of leaning on him for support. I do not even want to think about the funeral; the way my people will mourn her, the way they will anger when I try to take her place.
Nails. In. Arm. Eragon finally grimaced and I released it immediately, letting my nails bite into my own palm instead. The group of us had walked over to the semi-circle of Dragons: Saphira, Lithen, Shruikan and Thorn. The sight of the magnificent Dragons all in the same place still took my breath away, and I had a feeling I would never be used to it. Lithen looked curiously at me and I felt what he was feeling: a connection. A connection that we had felt the moment I met his eyes for the first time yesterday when we saved Eragon together. My Gedwey Ignasia burned slightly on my right hand, still unreal to me. In fact, the past two days have been unreal. The past day has brought everything from the biggest war in history, the next dragon rider, and the death of the Elvin Queen.
I will become the next Queen, Eragon will rule Alagaesia beside Nasuada and as for the rest of the Varden… we can only hope to extend the olive branch and integrate with those who have been underneath Galbatorix' rule. I see Eragon discussing the future of the Varden with Nasuada. His stern expression, which has matured greatly over the past two years, make him look like the man I knew he had always wanted to be. Eragon wants to help those who cannot help themselves and be a great force against the evil in the world. I, on the other hand, want to live and be the best partner to Eragon and the best leader of my people that I can possibly be with the time that I have.
A woman who once wanted to be invisible now wants to be something extraordinary, and a farm boy from Carvahall destroyed the most evil emperor in the history of the world, all within a day. Could fate play anymore with our lives? Taking Eragon's hand, startling those around him with the obvious sign of affection, I prayed, I hope it does.
The End.
Arya's journey continues in a series of epilogues called The Aftermath.