A/N: Thank you to all my faithful reviewers! Well, again, thank you so much! This is the last chapter. L I might possibly make a sequel if you want. The next one would probably be more serious though. Let me know.

When we awoke time seemed to have passed at warp speed. Yet, Eragon and Arya were still not back. I got up and looked out the window, the sky had darkened, and I knew I was going to be up all night because of that little nap. I wish I knew what time it was, from what little the moon could tell me I guessed it was about 11. I walked away and sat in the chair across the room from the window.

I heard the soft beating of wings, I didn't know what it was, but it was getting closer. I heard the breaking of glass and, for once, it wasn't me. I saw a figure (what's up with me seeing figures at night?) and I guessed he didn't see that I was awake, and I knew exactly who he was. Murtagh.

I backed up more into the shadows, and whispered, like a disembodied voice, as scarily as possible, "What do you want? Why are you heeeeerrreee?" I stifled a laugh as the newest Rider looked around.

"Who are you?" Murtagh looked at the shadows in which I hid.

"Crap," I silently whispered to myself, only so I could hear.

Murtagh kept looking, still not frightened, although I was of what he might do to me once he found me.

I threw my voice (one of my strange talents) across the room, "Murtagh, my son, I have missed you, why have you betrayed me like this. Join your brother, help the people against King Galbatorix," I acted as most Selena-ish as humanly possible.

"Who are you?" the eldest son of Morzan whispered.

"It's me my son, you have made a decision that will eventually kill you and your dragon Thorn. Your brother is thriving, and I want you to join him. But, alas, you have sworn your allegiance to our hated king. You have turned into your father, with the scar on your back to remember him by. Now goodbye my son," I whispered; feeling bad about what I did to the poor man. Murtagh looked as if he was amazed and touched, almost as if he was going to cry, and of course, I felt bad for him immediately. I'm such a jerk.

"Why? Why did I have to be such an idiot? I'm sorry mother," Great, now Murtagh's going to make me feel even worse by saying that one.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly, yet loud enough for the oldest son of Selena to hear.

"Who are you?" he murmured, repeating the phrase, which I had heard him say before.

"My name is Caden. You're Murtagh. You're dragon's name is Thorn, your father is Morzan, your mother is Selena, and you are Eragon's eldest brother," I said, naming some of the facts I knew about him.

"H-How do you know that?"

"You are very well-known among my friends and I."

"You be CRAZY!" he ran screaming away jumping out the window.

I suddenly heard my own disembodied voice inside my head; it was a strong male voice. What did you do to him?

Thorn?

Who else would it be you stupid little girl?

Shut up, you're mean. Now I won't burst into song for you!

Okay, but what did you do to him, the big red dragon asked angrily.

Told him stuff I knew about him, I laughed.

Your CRAZY! I heard the dragon fly off and laughed even harder.

Another ghostly voice found its way inside my noggin, (A/N: sorry, I wanted this chapter to be randomly weird. I'm in a weird mood right now don't make fun of me!) So you met Thorn and Murtagh?

Uh, yeah. Would this be Saphira?

Yes, the pleasant female dragon replied, her voice soft.

Oh, hi. Sorry for waking you up last night.

That was you? I'm going to eat you for that! She screamed like a crazy woman.

NOOOOOO!

I heard a deep throaty laugh that sounded like growling, I was just kidding. Your funny little one. Though not as strange as Eragon…

Is that a compliment?

Yes.

Thanks. Now I need to try to sleep. Good night. I walked over to my makeshift bed (a carpet) and laid down trying to sleep, knowing full well that I would not find it.

An hour later Eragon and Arya burst into the room.

"WE KNOW A WAY TO GET YOU HOME!" Arya screamed at the top of her voice, waking Tyler up.

"How?" I asked calmly.

"All we have to do is say home in the ancient language. I can't believe we didn't think of it earlier. It's so simple," Eragon replied.

"Sweet!" Tyler screamed. All the sudden the window shattered and a big black dragon burst into the room with a fat old man on his back.

"Muahahahah. You may have scared my new Rider from here, but I shall not be beaten!" It was Galbatorix, stupid fatty. He got off the dragon and drew his sword.

"Shut up you stupid, fat, arrogant, jerk," Tyler insulted the King, then punched him in the side of the head, took Galbatorix's sword, and stabbed him in the man-boob. Then the fat King died. The end of his rule.

"Take us home," I answered angrily. I hated Eragon for being so stupid.

"Caden, what's wrong?" Eragon reached out to touch my arm.

"Get away. Nothing's wrong," I moved my arm away from his grip.

"Home," Arya said quickly in the ancient language. Next thing I knew, I was back in the park.

Tyler and I looked at each other, "Wow," we both said at the same time.

"I guess I better get home. I need to be prepared for the biggest blow-out of my life. Want to walk me home?" I asked him.

"Sure since you know, we are neighbors." He started walking the direction of our houses, and he walked me to the door.

"That was really funny and weird. I hope someday we'll see them again." I said to Tyler and walked into my house.

"Me too," he replied before I shut the door. It was about 4 in the afternoon when I got there.

Turns out, my step-sister called, not my adoptive mom. Tyler got grounded for a month because his parents actually noticed he was gone, but they were so happy he was back his sentence was reduced to cleaning the whole house every day for 2 weeks. And now, my story is over.

A/N: yeah, corny ending and the story was short but if you do want a sequel let me know! REVIEW PLEASE!