Here's number two! Yeah! Oh yeah . . . I don't own Eragon . . .tear By the way, I will be switching POV's. So that's just a heads up.

Soilderx- Here's number two. Hope you like it!

Faith: Hope In Something You Can't See

Ever since Murtagh had told him that they we're blood brothers, Eragon had had to cope with it. He had seen so much gore and lose of friends that he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It was bad enough losing Garrow, but then to lose Brom . . .that was just too much. Brom had been his best friend, his mentor, he even considered him to be his father. He had been there when he was down, in trouble, and there to reprimand him for wrong doings, heck he was even there when his worst enemy attacked them. He had died trying to save him. It hurt to think about it.

Then came along Murtagh. Murtagh was a great travel companion and friend. He was funny and seemed to be a lot like him. Now he knew why.

Saphira had gone off back to the camp. They we're staying out here with the Varden to protect them. There had been rumors that Galbatorix was getting restless and wanted to get rid of the Varden once and for all. Of course he would have to get past Eragon and the elves that had traveled back to the Varden when Eragon left from his training. Eragon remembered when he got his new riders sword. There had been a hug festival. Eragon got his sword and said a tiny speech, but that didn't matter, the elves had hope in Eragon, they believed that he could do it. His new sword matched Saphira's scales perfectly. It shown like the sun when moved, it was a silent and deadly weapon. He had thought long and hard about what to name it. He thought about what these people, elven, human and dwarf alike, had in him. The only word that fit was trust. They had trust in him, and he had trust in his new sword that it would help him defeat Galbatorix once and for all. Thus he had his name. Yawë. (A/N sorry if it's a little cheesy) A bond of trust. That's what it meant. So he thought it fit perfectly. And from the reaction of the crowd that he got, it seemed that they liked it too.

Flashback

Oromis was feeling weaker every day; yet he still held on to life. He was content and proud of his new student and Dragon Rider. He knew that he would be the one. The one to finally take down Galbatorix. Glaedr was equally proud of Saphira, and hoped to one day see her have a mate and children.

Well Glaedr my friend, Eragon and Saphira are done. They will go back to the Varden and help to defeat the evil king.

Yes, I have faith in those two. Do you think that Eragon knows about the prophecy?

No. He does not. But I can't wait till that day comes, when all of the Old Dragon Riders, including you and me, and we'll be young and in our prime. We will be able to rule the lands in peace and Eragon can see his mother and father-

What? I haven't heard this part before.

Why my friend you grow too old. Glaedr wasn't offended and even did his dragon laugh. Well so you remember that when Galbatorix falls, all of the Old Riders come back, right? Glaedr nodes. Okay, so then the families of the fallen come back as well. So you get it right?

Yes. Yes I do little one.

Humph. Your using Saphira's nickname for Eragon on me? I'm not that small you know. They both start laughing.

Oromis, you're sure that that spell will work? I mean this is Eragon's brother we're talking about. He's pretty much the only family he has left.

Yes I know. But I also know that I spent almost a year working on that spell, with all of the greatest spell casters. If Murtagh is truly good inside his heart, then this spell should work and the bad part inside of him, Galbatorix, will die. If he is actually evil inside his heart, then he will also die. It's sad really. To be trapped inside of your mind, watching what you do, say, think, yet have no control over yourself. I pity him.

End of Flashback

Eragon new the spell. He and Oromis had talked about it for sometime. He knew the risks. But he also had hope; hope in that Murtagh was truly good inside. But to do this spell, he had to have a lot of energy. So Eragon had been storing energy in his belt and sword jewel. That way he could free his brother, yet still have enough energy to fight, and fight well. That's what was troubling him. Well that wasn't true. If he was going to be honest with himself there were a lot of things troubling him. For Pete's sake! Galbatorix was going to attack at any moment. Of course he had issues! But what troubled him the most was what people would do to him and Murtagh after the battle. Would they shun them for being brothers? For having Morzan as a father? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

He sighed and started walking down to his and Saphira's tent. Saphira couldn't fit, but she was able to have her head inside most of the time.

As he walked down he sensed four people coming near to him. It was Horst, his wife Elain, and their sons, Albriech and Baldor. He stopped and waited. They were both on the same path and Eragon just decided to wait for them.

As they neared they saw Eragon. Baldor waved, as did Elain and Horst.

Albriech looked to see what his family was so happy about, and then he saw Eragon, standing in between two trees staring of into space with a troubled look upon him.

"Hey Eragon." Eragon turned his head and gave a small smile. He nodded his head to them and walked over. His slight smile (if you could even call it a smile) widened when he saw what Elain was caring. In her hands was a small bundle of blankets. And nestled in the hug bundle of blankets was a tiny little face. Elain had given birth to her child sometime ago, but that had been while he was in Ellmesméra. Once he got back, he was so wrapped up in battle planning and training, that he didn't even get to see the little one yet.

Eragon put his hand on the baby's head and smiled when she giggled. The family laughed and Elain looked at Eragon. He looked troubled, yet when he looked at her daughter, she couldn't help but notice a light of stress flee his face. She smiled at him.

"What is her name?" Eragon questioned.

"Her name is Miya." (A/N I have no idea what her name means.)

"That is a very nice name. She's a very beautiful child. You should be proud." With that note Eragon gave one last smile and walked off. Leaving a confused family behind, all but one that is.

Elain had finally figured it out. That was why he looked sort of happy almost, when he saw Miya. She thought as they watched Eragon's figure slowly head down to his assigned tent. With his shoulders squared and him holding his head high, she realized that him seeing Miya, it was able to give him something to fight for.

As Eragon walked down to his tent, he began to think. That's why I can't lose. That's why Galbatorix must be stopped at all costs. He couldn't let the future generation live with this horrible man.

He entered his tent and got himself ready to bed and crawled into bed. After saying goodnight to Saphira who had just gotten back, he fell asleep with one last thought. I swear to you Miya. I will make it so that you never have to know this evil man. You will go up in a safe environment; I will make sure of that. Trust me.

A/N-Another chapter done! It was a little longer this time; I hope to get them longer. But that was a hope. And sorry if the ending was wierd. If any of you guys know what Miya means, or if you have a better name, then I'll use it. I just couldn't find one that I liked. Anyhow please R&R!