Those of you who actually read my story(Which I believe is somewhere between 1-3) I must say that I have been stricken with the worst of all ailments. Besides the fact that I can't spell for crap the sickness I got is writers block. I am attempting to get over it but it is very strong. Due to my writers block I have decided to NOT reveal who the person who has betrayed Eragon and the Varden is. I still do have a person in mind but I think it'll be more fun if you guess. Don't hurt me... please.

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Before Orik could continue a smile formed on the face of his opponent, and in a voice that was obviously female, the magician said," Blöthr."

Orik tried to speak but no words came out of his mouth. He took his axe and charged at the person, who by now, had pulled her hood up. Orik swung down but his attack was caught by magic and his axe was shattered. Gritting his teeth Orik swung with the mere wooden handle of his beloved axe. Whoever it was dodged and stepped behind him and after saying," You will die later but not now." she said," Slytha." and a few unreconizable words. Orik fell asleep at the instant and his mind of his encounter went blank.

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King Orrin gasped for air as he ran to get Eragon or anyone who could help him. The magician followed him and quickly used the same spell on Orrin as she had used on Orik and muttered," Next time you won't be so lucky." Then in a flash she ran off.

Orrin woke up a few hours later. It was still the dead of night and his warriors had already moved him to his tent obviously assuming he had merely fainted or somehow fallen asleep while walking. Orrin had no recollection of his frightful experience. He then lay his head down and sighed a breath of weariness. Then Orrin turned his head towards his glass tubes and other various items and fell asleep watching light sparkle off of them.

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Orik groan as he woke. He found himself on the ground where his fight had been. The axe he had treasured was destroyed and he slowly and carefully picked up the pieces. The axe had been special ecause it had been a gift from Hrothgar. Orik knew it could be repaired but it wouldn't be the same. Also, without his axe Orik had a feeling of weakness and vulnerablility.Orik carefully held the pieces and tucked the handle into his belt. Walking slowly he returned to his tent.

" Master Galbatorix, I have failed to remove Orrin from the plan but I will not fail you nxt time."

" You will not have a second chance. I have deemed that you are no longer needed." With one word the hooded magician fell to the ground. Dead on the spot. Galbatorix thought to himself No loss. A mere puppet. I have enough information about the other lands. We leave tomarrow.

The magician had fallen into a crumpled heap. Her body started withering away like time had sped by her and she rotted more quickly.

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My Shortest chapter ever. Please send get wells so I get better from the dreaded writers block.