Rittzi: Hey again! Thanks muchly for reading and liking. To answer you question, Marie's parent knew the Varden. Because Jeod was one of the merchants sending supplies over. In the chapter…Explanations, I think she says she knows a close relative. Oh! Guess what? I was surfing the Internet on Eragon the movie and I know a whole mess of juicy stuff. Like the movie is coming out next year in June on the 16th and that Eragon is going to be played by some British 17-year old, Edward Speleer. I searched for his picture for like an hour till I found it. He is cute! One of the sites also say some more of the cast and I found this neat postcard preview thingy. It had a dragon made of blue flames swirling around in a circle above Eragon in that cool lettering. Then it said June 16th. Just wanted to let you know just in case you didn't! I don't know about you, but I am so stoked about this movie! Ttyl!

hakumei-dragon: Thanks lots! I'm glad you liked it! Here's your update.

A/N: To all others who haven't or prefer not to review, if you want some neat stuff about the Eragon movie, look in my reply to my buddy Ritz and you can also see a picture of the guy playing Eragon at

Chapter 15: The Fight

"I'm going for a walk," she said. Eragon frowned and she knew he was thinking about when he came after her on Cadoc. The horse seemed to sense something and he stomped a hoof. Marie glared at him and then turned back to Eragon. Murtagh glanced questioningly from Marie's determined face to Eragon's equally matched disapproving one.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Eragon said shortly.

"Well, thank you for your opinion," said Marie just as coldly. She turned and Eragon stood.

"No, Marie," he said, his voice now powerful. She flinched at his hardness but persisted.

"Just because you're a better Rider and practically the leader of this little brigade does not mean you can go around bossing the lesser of us," she snapped turning to face him, arms folded.

"You know it's for a good reason. Remember what happened last time?" asked Eragon, his voice not faltering at her rage.

"I'll be fine, Daddy. I promise I won't fall asleep if I find that only peaceful place in the world again, ok?" she asked in a mock tone.

"What is with you?" Eragon snarled. "All you really care about is yourself, you know that? 'Oh, I want to take a walk. I don't care if I'm alone and there are a million soldiers out looking for me!' Stop being so selfish! You're not the only Rider who wants alone time you know! I want it too but I can't have it because we're supposed to stick together!"

Marie's green eyes were now brimming with tears. "Fine. I'll go for a fly then. Since I can do it now and I'll be sticking together with my dragon."

Eragon followed her as she began climbing up on Oropher. "Ugh! There you go again! Being the selfish brat you really are! Putting Oropher in danger! You can't just stop and think can you?"

"If I'm such a selfish brat…what was I doing staying with you anyway?" Oropher flew up, knowing it would be wise to stay with her.

Marie looked away from Eragon's hurt and unbelieving eyes, as Oropher became a white speck in the sky.

Where should we go? Oropher asked as softly as he could. He was overwhelmed with the pain Marie was feeling.

What did I do? I was just talking about me liking him and now…he probably hates me. I am a selfish brat aren't I? Marie's mind words came out shakily, as if she couldn't even control how they sounded. She slammed a fist down apon Oropher's back, giving herself cuts in the same shape as his scales. Uh! How could I have been so stupid?

We can talk about this later. You need to decide where we should go. Didn't you say you knew the leader of the Varden's daughter? I'm sure they'd let us stay.

When Marie answered, she sounded surer of herself. Yea…Nasuada…

Do you think you can mind-speak with anyone there? Oropher asked, relieved that she had stopped feeling sorry for herself.

From here? No…Maybe if we get closer to the Beor's. Let's go. We have enough water in the saddlebags to get there as long we fly. Are you strong enough to carry me there? Marie asked.

Yes. In the air it should only take us a day or two, said Oropher.

Great… Marie sighed.

Why don't you sleep? I can fly us to the Ramr River tonight and we can fly first thing in the morning. Oropher suggested. Marie replied by falling into a restless sleep.

Marie's dream was vivid. She was alone on an invisible floor…in a pitch-black eternity. Voices surrounded her. Eragon suddenly stood before her, his eyes hating andglowing red. He had his sword in his hands. He raised it up, preparing to strike. Around Marie she saw chaos. Oropher and Saphira were fighting. Oropher had a gash in his pearly neck and was loosely bleeding. He was losing. Marie looked to her other side where a woman with curly brown hair and a large cat were standing, looking at her with intense eyes. She heard a voice in her head. Look to the light. Marie twisted back to Eragon and saw his eyes turn from red to white and then back to red. She looked at the dragons and saw the same flash in their eyes. She looked to the woman and her huge cat to meet the same flash and a confident nod from the animal. With a sudden leap of terror, Marie looked back at Eragon and stretched out a hand as the blade came crashing down.

Marie shot up to see a dark gray around her. Fear panicked within. The gray suddenly pulled away to reveal the sky, the sun barely rising.

Marie looked over and saw Oropher rising with a yawn. His wing had been the grayness.

I sense confusion and fear from you, little one. Her dragon spoke as he stretched out his wings. Marie breathed out, taking in the fresh air and related the dream back to Oropher.

What does it mean…look to the light? Marie asked after they had taken a drink from the river and flew over it.

I'm not sure. But didn't you first see the light in Eragon's eyes? Maybe he's the light, said Oropher.

Marie blushed but then turned sad. If that dream was a vision or something…then we're going to see Eragon and Saphira again…but they won't like us that much.

Are you sure I was losing the battle? Oropher asked. Marie could hear the uneasiness in his voice.

Yea…and Eragon…Marie shook her head…is going to kill me.

I don't think so…Oropher said doubtfully.

You didn't see the way he was looking at me! He was so furious! So angry. What could I have done to make him hate me? Or Saphira hate you? Marie felt tears welling up in her eyes again but they flew off her face from the speed they were flying at.

Would you like to see what real flying is like? Oropher asked.

Yes…what else can I do? Marie asked. Suddenly, everything went white in Marie's vision. She tried to move her arms, but it didn't work. She couldn't even jerk her head.

Her vision came back but she didn't see Oropher's neck, just the sky and the vast valley below her. The whites and blues were more prominent then most of the colors and everything seemed mystical and wavy.

Wow…do you always see like this? Marie asked.

Yes I do. Oropher replied.

Marie marveled at how she could feel Oropher's wings pulsing as they went up and down. She could feel his long neck move up and down. She could feel his tail propeller them this way and that. They weren't just Oropher's limbs anymore. They were hers too.

They twisted their neck to look up at the nearing desert that would've blinded Marie if she had not been looking through Oropher's eyes. They beat their wings upward in a fine loop. They felt satisfaction surge through them as the wind whistled through their scales. They twisted their neck around and looked at Marie. She had a blank expression on her face and her green eyes almost looked glazed over.

They turned their head back around and accelerated.

Woo hoo! This is wonderful! Marie's cheer rang out and they roared gleefully. They yanked through the air striping the sky with corkscrews and twists. For once since she left, Marie completely forgot about her fight with Eragon.

Nightfall came and Marie was gently pushed back into her own body. They were well inside the Hadarac Desert by now and the air had become humid and pasty.

Oropher landed and flapped his wings tiredly. He let himself drop on the soft sand and he stretched his wings on them. Marie hopped off Oropher stumbling to the ground from sore muscles. She fell to her knees and then looked up, noticing for the first time since she left Teirm, the stars. Big and bright, they filled the sky, which had turned a royal blue throughout the day.

Oropher? Marie asked softly.

Yes, little one? his voice equally soft.

Do you think I was meant to be a Rider? She asked, a little guilty.

Oropher touched her mind with reassurance. No. I don't think you were meant to be one. I know it.

With that Marie and Oropher went into a gentle, dreamless sleep