I sorta rushed through this chappies because I'm not really good at doing battle scenes/battle preparation scenes. Trust me; you don't want to read the previous battle scenes I've written…one word: disasters. I've decided there is to be one more chapter besides this one, and probably an epilogue. Okay, that's it!

The Final Battle:

"Where is she, damn it!" Eragon shouted at me again. Draumr growled behind me.

"I told you, she's running an errand."

"Where to? And without my permission!"

"She's not under your power! And if you have to know, to the Varden! So stop being such a jerk!"

"Jerk, huh! Well, if you weren't such a…"

STOP THIS, BOTH OF YOU! Saphira shouted in our heads. You're acting like children!

"So…who's power is she under, then?"

"Queen Islanzadi's."

"No rider should be under the power of another."

"You have a leader."

"That's different: political matters."

"Yeah, well, this is different, too!"

"How is that, if…"

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Eyris's eyes went blank, and she looked hypnotized. She talked to me in a strange voice, that sounded strangely like her own, but unlike her own.

"The end is near. Prepare for the battle. The end is near, go, rider! Go and warn them! NOW!"

Eyris suddenly came back to life. When she saw my strange, surprised look, she said, "I did it again, didn't I? Did I say something…unusual? I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, Ebrithil! I have the gift of foresight."

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"Oh…the end is near?" Eragon asked

"It is?"

"That's what you said. You also said to prepare for battle, and to warn them. Probably meaning the elves and the Varden…"

"Then we shall. I have not been wrong yet. In seven days, we go into battle! I must go and see the Queen. You round up the elves, talk in the ancient language so that they know it's true. Tell them I made a prophecy, and they'll understand." Eyris responded.

"Okay…are you sure?"

"Yes! Now go!"

I put my mirror away, and walked over to Nasuada.

"Nasuada, prepare for battle. We must join the fight in seven days. It is the last battle."

"I will not ask questions, for there is no time. But tell me this: is your source reliable?"

"My source is more than reliable. She is a seer."

"I…I see. I will send out the order, Edoc'sil."

"Yes, thank you."

"No, thank you." Nasuada left the room. So, Eyris had made another prediction? Then let it be: the final battle.

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Seven Days Later:

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"The army approaches! Prepare for battle!"

The elves and Varden had joined, along with the dwarves and Surda.

We prepared for battle.

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One Day Later:

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I struck at Galbatorix. He blocked me easily.

"You are too slow, Eragon. I shall beat you easily." He said, swinging at me.

The Varden were fairing fairly well, for the amount of people, dwarves, and elves. If I killed Galbatorix, the people and Urgals fighting on Galbatorix's side would be freed from the curse he placed upon him, and would no longer fight against their will.

I blocked another one of his attacks and parried. He was strong!

Saphira, are you still busy with Shruikin? I might need some help down here…

Saphira, Draumr, and Aiedail were fighting three against one against Shruikin up in the sky.

No! He won't let any of us past! He's too strong!

The entire conversation was a big mistake. I lost concentration and my balance, and tripped backwards through the air. I hit the ground, and waited for the final blow.

It didn't come. I looked up cautiously, and saw Edoc'sil standing in front of me, holding back Galbatorix, not letting her sword slip once.

"Edoc'sil, eitha!" (Edoc'sil, leave!)

"Ue skirmhvr wiol ono, Shadeslayer." (I fight for you, Shadeslayer.)

And she entered battle with Galbatorix. I didn't like where this was going.

I tried to get up, but pain shot through my shoulder. Edoc'sil was fairing about as well as I was, and that wasn't well at all.

Suddenly, Galbatorix lashed out at Edoc'sil, and slashed her stomach. There was blood everywhere, and Galbatorix took the chance to throw a large blue energy ball at her. It hit Edoc'sil dead on, straight in the chest.

She was blasted back about fifteen feet, and then fell to the ground. A fire burned inside me when she fell. Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I ran to examine her. All I could tell was that her wound was bleeding way more than it should have been normally, because I was pulled back by Galbatorix.

I fought like I had never fought before, and our dance was swift and thorough. Our swords clashed, but not once was blood shed. And then I saw the opening, and without thinking, I stabbed him through his side. Caught by surprise, he hesitated, and I took the once in a lifetime chance, and pierced his heart, sending Galbatorix to his rightful realm: hell.

I didn't stop to see what happened next, and I was at Edoc'sil's side in seconds.

Saphira, Draumr, Aiedail, and Eyris made there way towards us quickly, having finished off Shruikin after I defeated Galbatorix. But I didn't care, all I cared about was the girl in front of me.