A/N: ok I'm respectfully changing the title of the story dew to the book's release, and yes I have read it and in my opinion I was fairly disappointed, and I will be taking only the descriptions of cities from it but otherwise its my own material, but all the same I shall continue this story all the same! So read… review…. But most importantly enjoy!

Oh and another small not to…. Beth? I don't know but thanks for the review! If it weren't for you I probably would have forgotten this story all together, and your lucky I was in a writing mood with my favorite song playing otherwise this chapter would have never been born! So this chapter is for you Beth! ((God I hope that's what the name on the review was!))

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The man who had suggested the story walked over following the old story teller into his hut and he lifted up the fabric covering the entrance to see the storyteller preparing something over a nice fire in the middle of the hut,

"I thought you would fallow me," he said wisely pouring some tea for the two of them

"Come… have some tea and I'll finish the story for you"

The man smiled knowingly and walked in and sat across from the storyteller as he served tea.Starring hard at the storyteller as if trying to force the tale out of him,

"Now where was I?" the story teller began, as he sat across from the man,

((The story continues))

Eragon had awoken the next morning in the dragon keep to the sound of Saphira's low hum. He was careful not to wake her when he crawled out from underneath her wings. When he was free from her wings, successful in not awaking her, he sat cross-legged and looked about the dragon's keep, and Eragon stretched out with a wide yawn before heading towards the old supply hoist and lowering himself down to the city.

After the incident with blessing the child he was a new celebrity and didn't exactly like the spotlight so he kept to the walls of the city; trying his best to be as invisible as possible as he made his way through the city to the training grounds.

Eventually he made it to the training grounds and thought himself lucky that not many people where out; it must have been earlier then he thought. So he started off with some simple sward drills and continued on to work on the targets with his bow and arrows until it grew late in the day and Eragon began to wonder why no one was out at this time. So he went on his own little journey to find out why, and eventually as he wondered about the field looking for someone, ANYONE, who could tell him why it was so abandoned he started to hear a cheering sound… like a crowd. He followed his ears to where the sound came from for a good wile across at least 20 yards of field before actually seeing a grate circle of people cheering and betting on something unknown to him.

That's when saphira contacted him
"Little one?.. Little one!" she called to him through their metal link.
"What?" he responded as he pushed his way through the crowed.
"Where have you gone?" Saphira must have been rather terrified to awaken without Eragon next to her in such a secure place.
"Not now!" Eragon was too busy with the crowd to bother with saphira so he blocked her out for the moment hopeing that she didn't go into panic.

Once he made it through the crowd, which took some time, Eragon had a good view of a circle not ten feet around with two people in the middle. One of the people he instantly recognized as Murtagh; who was at the moment panting as if he had just run a mile. The other was the girl who was riding the wolf the other day, although the wolf was nowhere in site and she had her sward pointed at Murtagh as if they had just ended a battle.

"Dead…" proclaimed the bounty hunter.

And at this several of the men who had just made bets screamed out for a rematch, even though Murtagh looked like he could hardly stand they still demanded a rematch. Murtagh stood up and ignored the screams and protests of the crowd and walked off proudly as if he had just finished a good match, even though from where Eragon was standing it looked one sided.

"Eragon!" Murtagh proclaimed as he walked over to him, even from that distance Eragon could tell that he needed a bath after that match… he smelled horrid!

"That girl isn't human… I think she's an elf…" he said half to himself and half to Eragon.
Eragon nodded to show that he understood. He wasn't planning on facing her anytime soon anyway.

When the crowd dispersed in an grumpy fashion (most of the gamblers now with empty pockets.) Eragon stood alone on the spot and the girl was just starting to leave when he remembered that he never heard her name.

Eragon instantly rushed in front of her path and barred her way.
"Who are you?" he demanded. He would not be denied this time.
"What is with you and knowing who I am!… I'm NOBODY IMPORTANT!" she screeched at him while trying to go around him and failing horribly. Eragon was determined to now who the hell she was. Clearly she was a very anti-social person.
"That's not what I asked," Eragon said coupled with a death glare, even though she was a good 3 inches taller then he was.
"If you must know," she said as if it where the last thing she would be doing if it weren't for her need to be elsewhere.
"I'm Finn… that's my nick name…. You don't know me well enough yet to know my full name" she said as rudely as possible wile she side stepped him… successfully this time.

And with that she left. And Eragon then re-opened the link between him and saphira and told her of all that she had missed. Although he didn't have time to get back to the dragon keep.

Orik came jogging over, looking quite silly as he was a dwarf and dwarfs unlike elves are very unbalanced and not skilled at running so he looked more like he was hobbling quickly.

"Eragon… I'm glad I've found you… Ajihad requests your presence at once!" he said, slightly out of breath.
"But I must-" he was cut off by Orik grabbing him by the wrist and beginning to hobble off with him.

Soon he was standing before Ajihad in the throne room once more.
"Eragon… I'm shure you know why I have called you here."
Actually Eragon had no clue; his head was too preoccupied by the fight that he just barely missed witnessing.
"Um…."
"Your leaving tomorrow for the elvish city… for tomorrow is the start of the fall and the desert will be less harsh from then on…" Ajihad said with his hands neatly folded in his lap."So you will need to prepare tonight to get ready for the journey… and you will be having several escorts to the city itself…. Of those include-"

"OH MY LOOK AT THE TIME!" proclaimed the storyteller in mid sentence.

It was dark outside and the fire was now beginning to burn low.

"You best be off… you can come back in the morning when I am less tired… perhaps with a nights rest I will be able to tell the story better as well…" the storyteller said wile bustling about with the tea tray