I tried to type this A/N
three times while messaging my friend on facebook.
It didn't work.
Also, SimplySupreme, I'm sorry about Heidi.
And an Elva oneshot is an interesting idea.
I don't know what to do with the battle before the wedding.
I'm gonna improvise.
Let's get on with it!

The next day, I woke up late and sighed.

Today was Roran's wedding. And there was supposed to be something else before that...something bad was going to happen. (I made her forget about the battle, for now)

The night before, Nasuada had lent me a dress to wear to the event. It was simple, and the fabric was a light gray.

I allowed myself a small smile. Nobody had seen me in a dress before, and hardly anyone had seen me wearing such a light color.

Katrina had asked me to help her get ready...this was going to be an interesting day. I had never gotten into all of the girly stuff.

Oh, come on. Stop whining. Vrangr said.

I'm not whining. I'm just complaining about something that I don't like.

Just go, Onyx. It won't be that bad.

Hmph. I put the dress in a pack that I had acquired a while ago, and set out to find the others from Carvahall.

But as I unfurled my wings, a horn sounded. It was a sound that I had heard once before...

At the Burning Plains. It was the call to battle.

Oh, crap. I had forgotten the battle.

I'm such an idiot...

There's no time for that! Get ready for the fight!

My dragon was right. I ran back inside to get my armor and sword. It took a minute to get everything on, but then I was out.

Eragon and Saphira had just landed beside Vrangr.

"Do you know what this is about?" He asked.

"It's the Empire! I don't know how many, but this fight is going to be tough!" I told the other Rider.

Eragon looked hesitant, for what reason I didn't know. But there was no time to find out why.

"We're going to go and find the others! Hurry!" I finished, and then jumped onto Vrangr.

She immediately took off, searching for the place where the Varden was going to be attacked.

On the army's west side, three massive black ships had landed on the Jiet river's bank. Soldiers were pouring out of the ships, howling war cries.

Vrangr dived down. We landed where Murtagh, Thorn, and several others were tensely speaking.

"So? Why are we not attacking them before they come over here and massacre the camp?" I asked.

"We are attempting to discover Galbatorix's motives." Arya told me.

I wanted to hit someone. I felt so frustrated at myself for forgetting the attack, and at them for apparently not doing anything.

Eragon and Saphira landed, and the situation was explained to them. Then, knowing my 'experience' with these kinds of surprise attacks, Eragon turned to me and asked, "Onyx, what do you think the Empire is hoping to gain by this battle?"

"The death of our troops. If Murtagh wasn't on our side, he would be here with the troops to attack us. There are so few soldiers coming, because Galbatorix nearly obliterated their ability to feel pain. This means that they can fight much longer and harder than ordinary people."

"How do you suggest we kill them all, then?" Orinn wondered.

"Behead them, stab them in the eye or heart, things like that. This won't be easy. Many will die in this battle, even though it seems so small."

Nasuada spoke, "All right, then. Be wary of the enemy. Orinn, Garzhvog, ready your troops. Blodhgarm, to battle! Murtagh, Eragon, Onyx, begin the first wave of attack. Dragons, set fire to the ships to cut off any escape. I want every member of the Empire's force to be killed. Show no mercy!"

Everyone rushed off to follow her orders. The elves divided into groups of four, they would assist us Riders and dragons if we needed help during the fight.

I'm going to try something. I said to Vrangr as we headed towards the battle.

This is no time for experiments! We can't risk you. My dragon scolded.

But if I fly more while attacking, any archers will be as likely to hit me as they will their allies.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

By then we had reached the ships. Vrangr opened her maw and let loose the flames with a mighty roar.

Thorn and Saphira did the same. Dragon fire was a strange sight to see. The color shone like their scales in the sunlight.

"For the Varden!" I yelled, and unsheathed my white blade.

"For the Varden!" Eragon and Murtagh echoed.

We descended to the battle.

After I swung Wyrda the first time, I knew this was going to be hard. The soldiers were much faster than I had anticipated.

But then the first group of Varden troops hit.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

We be done!
I'm typing my A/Ns like this now
because I felt like it.
Also: This fic will not be updated
until I get at least 2 more reviews
for my new Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfic,
'I will not say goodbye'
(I'm still going out of state for a week.
Don't expect the next chapter for a while.)
R&R!