Here we go again! And I think that I should get something for doing this twice in a row! I wrote these both today on the spot you know!

Distant6- Okay! Okay! Here's the next one. You don't have to kill me now.

Arya Drotting- Here it is! Please don't cry!

The Turmoil's of War

Flashback

Eragon watched as the gigantic blue orb of magic headed straight for Murtagh. He was confident in that he knew that if it made contact, Murtagh would be a free man. But he knew that the evil inside him wouldn't give up easily. He knew that Murtagh needed to be hit square in the chest.

He watched with excitement and pleasure as it made a direct hit! A blinding flash appeared. Eragon himself had to cover his eyes. Saphira was blinded as well.

End of Flashback

The light died down, until it was no more. Eragon dropped his hand and looked for Murtagh. He was standing no more then twenty feet from him. His shoulders were slouched, and he was clutching his chest, where the magic had hit him.

Eragon himself had felt some drainage of power, but not as much as he had expected. He slowly walked towards Murtagh, just in case the spell didn't work. AS he neared Murtagh looked up. His face showed strain, tiredness, sadness, pain and sorrow. Yet buried way down deep there was hope. Eragon smiled as that hope grew and grew, until the others slowly left his face.

The spell had worked.

"Murtagh?"

Murtagh looked deep into Eragon's eyes. He saw the rays of hope for him. Hope that he was cured of the evil inside of him. He smiled at the thought of the two brothers hanging out once more.

"Murtagh?"

Murtagh opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. A huge lump constricted his throat. His eyes watered over with tears that threatened to spill over. Finally he managed to choke something out.

"Thank you, brother." He could no longer hold back the tears. First one then another made their way down the Dragon Riders worn and tired face.

Eragon was so happy that he almost forgot that they were in a war. But the sound of the Varden's army and the Empire's came closer.

"You're welcome, my dear brother." Then Eragon did something that he had always wanted to do to a brother. He hugged Murtagh. Murtagh hugged back in that famous brotherly way.

"Eragon…I'm really tired."

Eragon chuckled. "Yeah I know." Murtagh gave a confused look. "It's one of the side affects to the spell. But listen, we still ride to war, so you should ride to the Varden camp and stay there with the nurses and let them take care of you."

"Fine. As long as they don't kill me."

"Oh. They won't. They know. But do you mind doing me a favor?"

"Sure, but I don't know how much I can do right now."

"It doesn't involve you; well one task doesn't at least. I was wondering if you could lend us Thorn. Saphira could use all the help she can get for fighting Shruikan."

"Thorn says that he would be happy to."

"Good. Now for the other one. Please tell Nasuada all the Empire's plans. We needed all the advantage we can get."

"Of course. But Eragon…I promise to follow you and obey you for the rest of my life. Vel eïnradhin iet ai Shur'tugal." (Upon my word as a rider)

Eragon looked shocked, then he smiled and showed Murtagh the runners and the horses that they had brought with them.

"Good luck my brother, and remember, if you need help when you fight Galbatorix, then just call for me. I am truly sorry that I cannot tell you anything about his fighting style, for I have never seen it myself, But I have faith in you Eragon. You can beat him, if you truly try."

"Thank you brother." With that Murtagh hopped on the dapple-gray horse and rode off to the Varden camp, while Eragon waited for the rest of the Varden army to catch up.

An hour later both armies were facing off. The gap in between was around a hundred feet. They both stared out at each other, neither willing to make the first move.

Thud. Eragon looked up into the sky.

Thud! It came closer. Soon in the sky, a hug black beast made it's way over to the Empire army. As it landed, Eragon could clearly see Galbatorix. He was aging; his hair was silver gray, yet his body was that a twenty year old.

Both Dragon Riders jumped off the dragon and walked till they were within fifty feet of each other. They faced off; each in their own specially made armor. Eragon looked stern and determined, while the King had a look of disgust and yet smugness was right there on the surface.

Arya looked at both dragon riders, one of peace, the other of evil lust. Seeing this army, reminded her of her captivity, she shivered at the thought. She shook herself out of her daze. This is war stupid! This is not the time for back flashes Arya! She thought about how Eragon must feel right now. She knew that when she had thought that she would be sent to the king, she was terrified.

Saphira and Thorn stood side-by-side, ready to face off Shruikan. They had decided to match each other's moves like a mirror. She looked to her Dragon Rider. She was proud of him. She still worried over his current condition, but it seemed like he was dead determined to see this out, he was going to kill Galbatorix. She was proud of him for that. But she was a worrier she couldn't help it! He was so dang small! But then again, she had been growing like a weed lately. Eragon only stood at her elbow now. When lying down, he had to make a hug jump; a jump that would of broken a regular mans leg. She smiled at him.

Good luck little one. Lets hope that we can all celebrate a victory together tonight.

Thank you Saphira. And yes, lets hope. Good luck to you too.

"Well, well Rider…lets see if you can face up to me." Galbatorix said with an evil grin.

"Yes, lets." Eragon pulled out Yawë and took his stand, Galbatorix did the same. The battle that will determine the fate of all man, elf and dwarf kind a like, rests on this battle. And so it began.

Author Note- Okay short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise! Do you like? Please R&R!