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Wyrda

Thousands of thought swirled around in his head. How could he take him on? He was just a boy-okay technically a man since he was eighteen-but that wasn't the point! He was just a one kid! How could he be expected to kill him when The King of Dragon Riders couldn't! God help me! He shivered. Galbatorix stood less then fifty feet away…smiling evilly and even a slight chuckle.

Eragon looked to his Dragon. Saphira had an unreadable expression on her face. He had become an expert when it came to reading her face, no all of a sudden; he wasn't able to tell what she was thinking. He tried to contact her.

Saphira? She looked at Eragon. He was relived to see that she had just been talking to Thorn…man he was getting jumpy…

Yes little one? Are you going to be all right? You look sick.

Yeah…I just wanted to say-

No! I will not let you finish that sentence. We will make it out alive child! Please…if you give up hope…then we have to as well. There are to many people who are counting on us for us to lose hope. Look around you! Instead of hiding and waiting to hear of the outcome, the entire elven, dwarf and human army is here, to cheer you on! Don't let them fight in vain; don't let those who have died, die in vain.

Thoughts flashed trough Eragons head. Garrow…Brom…Ajihad…Hrothgar…the soldiers of the Varden…then his sudden thoughts stopped on one. One he had made a promise to, one that he would keep. He smiled at the thought…Miya…

You're right Saphira. I am sorry for doubting.

That's quite understandable. Now, I believe that Galbatorix is waiting-and I wouldn't want him to miss his appointment with the tip of your sword…would you?

Eragon looked back at Galbatorix and chuckled, No. I wouldn't.

Arya looked at Eragon, after that first greeting to each other, they hadn't spoken to each other. She watched as Eragon looked at Saphira. Different emotions flying across his face, only to stop at one; determination. Pure determination. She sighed a breath she didn't know that she was holding. She looked at her left and right, thousands of elves stood there; silent and deadly.

They were hidden in the forest bordering the war field. Galbatorix was still oblivious to the fact that the elven army was there. At least that's what Murtagh had said, so they used it to their advantage.

They had a plain view of the flied. It was a huge field, flat and open. Quite and peaceful maybe on a normal day, but today it echoed with the harsh sounds of Urgals, Kull, Men, Dwarves and Dragon Riders.

She sighed. Their task was simple. Wait in hiding until Nasuada blew her war horn. Then silently fire arrows. They hoped that that would confuse them long enough so that the elves could charge quietly and kill them without too much fuss and loss.

She smiled as she remembered what her mothers friend had said before they had left Ellesméra. (I don't know the raven's name. sorry!)

Flashback

As she kissed her mother goodbye, the white bird looked at her and opened his mouth to talk. She waited patiently, until he said what he was going to say.

"Wyrda!"

"Thank you my friend."

End of Flashback
Eragon turned back to Galbatorix. He wasn't as scared anymore. Actually to be perfectly honest, he wasn't scared at all. He was nervous about how the others would fare, but to him, well he just wanted them to save. That included Saphira.

"Where is Murtagh?"

"Occupied."

"Don't be smart with me boy! Where is my Dragon Rider!"

"He is no longer yours." At this Galbatorix stiffened.

"It seems that I have underestimated you. Well then lets get on with it."

With that Shruikan, Saphira and Thorn took to the air. The two armies backed away from the twosome. Galbatorix looked at Eragon. He started to chuckle. It sent shivers down his spine. He looked to Galbatorix, only to see his worst nightmare. A black dome appeared over the two Dragons Riders. Eragon was speechless, how could one man do this?

"It's very simple. This dome makes it so they," He pointed to the two armies. "Can't see us. But they can hear us. They also can't touch it, or else they'll die. So now, no one can interfere."

Eragon took his fighting stance; this was going to be a fight to the death. One of them wasn't coming out of there alive.

Without warning the king shot himself at Eragon. He slashed at his chest, but only to be pared by Yawë. They fought like this for sometime. Neither willing to die. While one fought for Justice, freedom and peace; the other for glory and self-righteousness.

They would rush at each other and stand there, each fighting to push the other off balance. Then they would twirl away, only to be brought back to the other again.

Eragon felt this fight familiar some how. But how could that be? I've never fought some as powerful as him before. Then it dawned on him. It was just like his fights with Arya. He allowed himself a small smile. If he played this just right, he could actually win! But then again…all of those fights with Arya ended up in a tie…but I can't let that stop me, not now. He would just have to do his best, push himself to his limits.

He was brought back to reality when Galbatorix slashed his leg. It cut right above his knee. It was a deep wound, one that would take heavy magic to repair. He gritted his teeth; he would not show pain. He looked up to see him coming for another attack. Well that's the price I pay for trying to figure out a plan I guess… He decided to play dumb, carefully of course. He staggered, and brought his sword up just in time to block Galbatorix's black blade. He acted like he was really bad pain, which wasn't too hard to act out. He was already in a great deal of pain; he just exaggerated it a lot. He looked like he was going to fall over and two his death.

"Now Rider, it's time to put you out of your misery."

The fight outside was going okay. The Varden was holding up fine, until some sorcerers came. They were able to kill tons of men and dwarves alike. Nasuada looked at her horn…should she blow it? She looked to see her generals nod their head. She nodded her back. It was time. She raised the horn to her lips, and blew. The sound wasn't like other war horns, for this one was a present from the elves. It sound was a beautiful metallic sound the spread over the field like a fire burning a dry wheat field.

The opposing army looked up to see what was happening, only to be struck down be a volley of arrows. Unknown to them, those who were still alive that is, the elven army was running at full sped at them. The slashed, cut and diced all who opposed them. However it was then that Nasuada and Arya decided to try and listen to hear how Eragon was faring. Yet all they heard was muffled sword sounds. Suddenly they heard a sword swoosh and meet flesh, worried, they tired to listen more intently.

Arya had already tried to scry Eragon, but all that came was the black dome. Then they heard Galbatorix's voice,

"Now Rider, it's time to put you out of your misery." Nasuada gasped. Still, Arya had hope yet. Eragon won't go down that easy Galbatorix…

How right she was. As soon as Galbatorix lighted his sword for the finishing blow, Eragon snapped out of his drunk-man-trick, and rushed at his opponent. Galbatorix was too fast, he changed tactic, and threw up his sword his defense.

But the young Dragon Rider had foreseen this. He stuck a foot in the ground and pushed backwards. Then he, before Galbatorix could understand what had happened; threw his sword.

Time stopped.

The world seemed to stop turning.

The outside war had already over. After the elves surprise attack, the opposing army had diminished quickly. The entire army stopped and listened. They had heard the two fighting inside as they impatiently awaited the verdict.

The war in the air had been a fierce one. Both Saphira and Thorn were bearing wounds. Most of them were deep, but none life threatening. As they fought as a team, Shruikan was slowly pushed back.

Suddenly, Shruikan howled. A deep painful scream that was hear through all of Alagaësia. Shruikan fell through the sky at alarming speeds. Those below saw him falling and ran out of his way. Saphira and Thorn were close behind, watching saddened that he had to suffer under Galbatorix for so long, yet glad that his presence was no longer there to put fear in their hearts.

When Shruikan hit the ground, there was a sickening thud and crack, as his back broke. When Saphira went to inspect to see if he was okay, she saw that he was smiling. Curious as to why, she and Thorn approached together, the sniffed him. He looked at them with one of his great big blood red eyes. He whispered two simple yet sad words before he took his last breath.

Thank you…

Meanwhile; in the dome, Eragon watched as his sword flew towards Galbatorix. It twisted three times before hitting its mark in the surprised Kings chest. He looked at the sword embedded in his chest. He started to chough up blood. Slowly, he sank to his knees. At that exact moment, the black dome disappeared.

Eragon heaved a great sigh as he grabbed his sword out of the dead kings chest. He turned to look at Saphira.

I told you we'd make it little one.

You were right Saphira…Eragon dropped to his knees. The pain in his leg was to great to bear anymore. There was something else he hadn't told Saphira yet.

They had learned a lot during their training. So during their battle, they always knew what each other was up to. But Eragon had kept something from Saphira; he hadn't wanted her to worry while she fought.

Eragon! What is it? I can sense that you're keeping something from me. And that leg wound isn't so bad that it would drive you to your knees.

You're right…

"Eragon! Are you okay?" Nasuada and Arya ran towards them. The Varden and elves were cheering their victory.

As Arya approached Eragon, she knew something wasn't right. "Eragon, what is it?"

"It's back." Came his simple answer.

No one noticed the white balls of energy whirling aroung, taking shapes of Dragons, elves, dwarves and humans...

Author Note- Mwuahahahahahaha! I am evil! What's back? Will the world ever know! What are those balls of light? (although you all probably know.) Try and guess…