Here we go…I know that you guys must be ready to kill be by now. So I'll cut the jabber and get on with the story.

Jessi Brooke- Thanks for the advice, I'll keep that in mind.

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Recap

"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.

Reunion: Good and Bad

"What's back!" Nasuada was in a slight panic. Her original Rider was on the ground shaking from the pain of some kind of wound…she just didn't know what to do!

"Oh no…" Arya whispered. It was barley audible, but Nasuada was able to barley catch it.

Little one…please ….no…Saphira projected her words for all to her. So they all knew what was going on? For the love of all! What was going on?

"What's oh no? What!" Arya walked over to Eragon and put a hand on his shoulder. Murmuring to him in the ancient language. "Arya! Tell me what's going on!"

Arya looked up and stared into her eyes. The deep star that seemed to go right through you; she hated it when she did that. "When Eragon came in contact with Galbatorix-" She looked to Eragon, who looked at her. They both had a blank expression on their face, so she assumed that they were talking to each other. Arya turned back to her. "Do you remember that scar that Eragon got from Durza?"

Nasuada nodded her head. Her father said that Eragon had gotten it from Durza when he was fighting him, right before he killed that evil being. She also knew that the Dragons at the Blood Oath Ceremony healed the scar.

"Well apparently, the evil in Galbatorix brought it back."

Eragon couldn't move. The pain…just like before…He shivered. From pain...and from the knowing that it was back.
Arya tried to move him, she grabbed his arms and was gently going to life him up, when suddenly she felt a familiar presence come into range, about fifteen feet away from the small group of people and dragon.

It can't be…

"I wouldn't move him if I were you." Arya and the others turned to see who it was, everyone that is, except Eragon; he was in too much pain. Only one out of the four standing there knew not who was standing there, knew whom this fifth person was.

Those four were shocked to see him…Oromis. He stood there with his dragon, both looking young and full of happiness. Glaedr even had his fourth leg!

Oromis looked sad as he looked at the withering man on the ground not far from himself. He remembered when he had that same type of problem, but now that the prophecy had come true…He was in his prime! But it saddened him to know that Eragon had to make that kind of sacrifice, to know that soon he would be rejoined with family and friends; but not being able to live without being crippled…
Eragon was relived when the spell finally wore off. He looked up at his old friend a mentor. He tried to stand but ended up needing Arya to help him. She put her arm under his arm and supported him while he stood. For even though his back had stopped hurting for the moment, his leg was still giving him an excessive amount of pain.

"Oromis…but how?" Eragon wondered.

Nasuada now understood…this was the teacher of Eragon…the famous Oromis who trained Brom, Morzan and Galbatorix, just to name a few. She was in total shock.

"The prophecy…" Arya mumbled.

"Yes. Eragon we did not tell you this, we felt that you needed to concentrate on your mission at hand and not with what might happen. Thank heaven it did though!"

"What prophecy?"

"Well, it goes like this. Ahem. When the evil king that rules the land, that kills all living things, that destroys all that the peace makers made good, when he is killed, all of the peacemakers who were killed by him or his evil army, and their families, and anyone else that died because of what the evil man did, will come back, to live the life that they always dreamed of. And they will be in their prime. You see, those peacemakers are the Dragon Riders. You saved us all Eragon."

"So your saying that Brom, Garrow, Ajihad…" Eragon was growing with a great hope as he thought about what his master had just said.

"Yes."

"Look around you my friends." They did as Oromis said. What they say astonished them. Tiny silver energy balls were floating in the air, more appearing ever second.

Then suddenly, they stopped. The balls of light stood motionless in the air. Then, with great speed, they shot off to who-knows-where.

"Those were the souls of people and their Dragon's and their families. And the soldiers and their families as well." At that exact moment, a shout rang through the air.

"Nasuada!" Everyone turned to see the great Varden leader running to his daughter. He had the look of pure joy as he ran to his daughter and embraced her with all his worth.

"Father! I missed you so much!" Nasuada started to cry and leaned against her father.

Eragon was amused and very happy to see her used to be liege lord and her father rejoined. He turned to Saphira.

I guess we should give them some time on their own. Don't you?

Yes little one, I do.

Eragon turned to Arya. They both just gave a nice nod and they started to walk off together; Arya helping the injured Eragon. Eragon winced as they walked slowly through the open field back toward the Surda and the Varden camp.

Eragon? Are you okay? I could get Arya to heal you…

Nay. She was just in battle, besides…I have a feeling that this wound will take a lot of energy to heal…

All right little one…if you say so.

Little did Eragon and Saphira know that Arya had been thinking of the same thing. She worried how deep the wound was. Like Eragon had said, it seemed that that wound would take a lot to heal…but that wasn't it…she couldn't put her finger on it. But something didn't seem right about that wound. Could it of been poisoned? Nay…Eragon would of felt those effects by now. She gave just the slightest of sighs…

She decided to think of that later, because something caught her eye off in the distance. Oromis had gone ahead to Surda; she had not a clue why, but felt that it was none of her business.

She could see a Dragon and rider coming up fast. She knew that there would be hundreds of Dragon Riders now, but this one seemed so familiar…

Eragon was thinking about the promise he had made to Saphira so long ago. He tried to never go back on his word, so he decided to leave as soon as everything was settled…then it hit him. Oromis said that everyone was coming back…everyone…

Eragon! Eragon jumped when Saphira yelled at him through their mental connection.

What? That hurt you know…my head is-

Never mind that! Look who it is!

Eragon looked up and saw an answer to a long prayer…"Brom?" he whispered. It was too good to be true! He had lived through that nightmare for so long…seeing Brom jump in front of him, to take the danger that was meant for him…to see him dying right in front of his eyes, to have to bury him…No! He would not think of that now. He was back!

The blue Dragon flew right in front of the three some. Saphira walked right next to Eragon so that Eragon could lean against her, and not Arya.

Arya seemed thankful to be freed of her heavy burden. Eragon gave a slight chuckle as she took some deep breaths.

But he stopped as the Dragon Rider hopped off his Dragon. Eragon was stunned. This man was no old storyteller. For a minute, Eragon began to question himself if it really was Brom. Yet, Oromis had said that they came back in their prime…so this could be Brom…Right? Eragon watched as the Dragon Rider walked up to them.

Brom was so glad to be back! He couldn't wait to see Eragon! He had loved that but like his own son. Sure had had lost his patience a couple of times, but it was all-good. He walked around Surda till he saw Roran, man that kid had grown…He was a man now.

But then he felt himself be pulled toward the outskirts of Surda. He could see that the Varden had come back to their camp and was celebrating their win. But he wanted to find Eragon.

Saphira.

Yes Brom?

Lets go over there. He pointed to the outskirts of the Varden camp.

Why?

I don't know…I just feel like we might find him out there.

Okay.

So they walked over there. Brom was on Saphira's back, so as not to get lost in the crowd. Brom could see tons of people that he knew, people, elves, dwarves and Dragon Riders as well. But he was focused on one thing; he had to find Eragon.

As they passed the Varden gates, they could see three figures outlined by the setting sun.

I can't make them out. Can you Saphira?

Yes I can. One is a male; he's leaning on a female elf. In fact the male also looks elf, but not all elf…anyway the other is a blue Dragon, like me.

Great! That must be Eragon!

Hold on there.

What? Come on, let's go!

Brom! The male, you called him Eragon?

Yes…growing impatient.

Eragon is wounded.

What?

Yes…that's why he's leaning on the other elf…if seems like…Oh! I see blood on his leg. It looks quite deep.

Well then lets go help them out!

All right.

Brom urged her to hurry up. As they neared, he recognized the female elf; it was Arya! He had Saphira land thirty feet away, so as not to get sand in the other's eyes. He hopped off and walked towards the three some. He heard a whisper, but he couldn't make it out.

He stopped a few feet short of Eragon. He had grown since he last saw him. He was covered in blood, dirt and sweat. But that was understandable, since he had just killed a king. He also looked more elvish. He knew that his ears would get pointed, but he also had a whole body change; it seemed.

But under that dirty sweaty, blood covered man, but was something all together different. Eragon's face showed a look of happiness, but Brom wasn't paying attention to that. He was looking Eragon in the eyes. He had a sort of longing look, a hurt and scared look. One might say that he had seen too much…too much of what, Brim didn't know…but he knew that Eragon wasn't just hurting physically, he was also hurting mentally.

"Eragon?"

Author Note- Okay, big points to me! I got it up a day early! Now you guys can't kill me! Starts dancing like a fool around the house See you later…Please R&R!