Chapter 27, Resurrection, has had a small paragraph added to it that changes the plot drastically. Look at the Galbatorix part before reading this, the part where he finds something in Alana's bones. It is awesomely sweet, and I couldn't pass it up.

Galbatorix flapped his great wings, soaring high above the clouds. The white sword was in one of the saddlebags, which had been on Shruikan's back at his death, and the white egg was clutched to his chest. The shell had a metallic sheen, and it looked just like the gedwey ignasia. There was life within it, and Galbatorix could feel the mind of the unborn hatchling. How it had survived for so long in a frozen waste was unknown to him, but he didn't ponder and stuck with the fact that he had Alana's child.

His lost dragon's child, and almost, in a sense, his child. It was his legacy.

Galbatorix dropped down below the clouds, seeing the sulfurous waterfall below. He smiled, remembering the group of rebels he had slaughtered there, and he wished he had killed the hybrid with them. But then he would not have the egg. He flew on, heading east now, his utterly massive, one-hundred six year old body able to go days without rest.

A scent came to his nostrils, and he recognized it from when Morzan had still been around with his female dragon, Cinder. There was a young dragon here that was in heat. There were only two possibilities; either there were wild dragons, or Saphira and Eragon were here. He had no desire to mate with her, but her scent made sure he could find her and her rider, and so he could convince them they were on the wrong side.

The elves had most likely poisoned their minds, but he would find a way to cleanse the lies from them, and hopefully regain control over the Empire before Alagaesia was torn apart by the power struggles. He followed his dragon nose, sensing that she was quite close, and had only just now come into heat. Cinder, Morzan's dragon, had mated and laid the egg of Thorn. The mate had been a wild dragon named Cysalis, a maroon-colored dragon that had fled south of the Beors after the Varden had arisen. He was most likely somewhere in Altonia, being hunted by humans for sport and glory.

Galbatorix clutched the egg to his chest even tighter, and flew onward towards his enemies, on a mission of peace for the first time in a century.

Short? Yeah, I know, but it is still awesome, huh? What will happen to the egg; will it hatch for a rider, or be wild? Will it be male, or female? Will it side with the Varden, or will it side with Galbatorix? It all rests on this one white egg, and I really haven't decided myself yet…

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All hail Galbatorix, the ex-villain!