Author's Note: I'm sorry that I took so long with this chapter. I had a bunch of art contests to work on. I'm trying to make my chapters longer and more exciting. Also pleeeeeeeese read my other story "Eragon, You're Horrid".

The enemy did not wait. The second wave charged. The Varden were wounded, and still recovering from shock and the enemy poured through, wrecking havoc. Soon the Varden was in turmoil. Solders fell out of rank and charged every which way, attacking at random. Eragon took the advantage to seek out the magic users, the Du Vrangr Gata. But it was too late. The enemy had charged again, this time with devastating effects. Eragon soon realized that half of the Du Vrangr Gata were dead. The enemy's magicians however, were grouped together in arrow formation. They were moving slowly towards him.

Eragon searched the crowd again. Lady Nasuada and Saphira were to his left. He ran to them. Elva was fighting fiercely, but occasionally stopping. Saphira drew herself into the air, and she hovered over the crowd hissing and spitting flame. Then, a horde of arrows rose, going straight for that dragon. Eragon turned around. He felt energy seep from him as all his wards on Saphira vanished. Quickly, Eragon tried to replace them but it was too late. Another wave of arrows were already rising. He put all his concentration on the arrows and he roared Letta! The arrows stopped in mid-air and even though he felt energy seep from him, he used the confusion to quickly find and kill the archers. Then, the arrows changed from their frozen state, and they started falling. Eragon's last sight were the arrows coming down on the two armies like rain, he smiled and suddenly felt pain…

Galbatorix was riding his dragon. He could feel the hate of the dragon so intense that Galbatorix made sure that the dragon was still bound to serve him.

Tell me what you hate most, he said.

The dragon responded immediately, You, for you have bound me against my will to you. I must watch as you kill, loot, and torture. You are a crazy, evil bloody thirsty-

Letta! Shouted Galbatorix.

I shall make you pay for every foul word you said of me, you silly powerless black worm! Brisingr risa!

Blue fire appeared and rose into the air. It hovered over the dragon until Galbatorix stopped holding the spell in place. It fell on the helpless dragon. The scream was of pure pain and hatred, the dragon's muscles rippled as it tried to move but it could not. Galbatorix smiled, and then frowned. The dragon was not feeling enough pain.

Letta brisingr! Waíse heil! Jierda! Shouted Galbatorix. The fire disappeared and the burn marks with it. Then there was a snap and the dragon's bones broke. This time he was satisfied. The dragon was crumpled on the ground, his bones jutting out. The pain was beyond imagining. The dragon screamed but that was not enough. The dragon tried to roll, spit fire, and pound the cursed world but with all its might but it could not move. Beyond the overwhelming pain was fear. Fear of the man before him, and his great magic. This time Galbatorix smiled and was satisfied. Fear was good…

Eragon was stunned for a few moments until he recovered himself and realized that the enemy had thrown a boulder onto him while his back was turned. His bones were broken in several areas but otherwise he was fine. Waíse heil, Eragon whispered. His bones connected and his body mended. Then Eragon lifted the boulder and stood up.

Magicians had surrounded him. Eragon's grip on his sword tightened. All of them charged, throwing their minds against his. Fending them of as best as he could, Eragon called to Saphira.

I am attacked! Help me.

I am coming, She replied.

Eragon slashed swiftly, whirling in a circle. With every cut he made, Eragon became stronger. Soon, the magicians retreated. Three raised their hands and cried Risa! Before his sword flew up in the air, Eragon yelled Skőlir! A shield appeared and Eragon was able to hold his sword. Two pointed at his shield and shouted Jierda skőlir! The shield snapped in half, into fourths, and soon it crumbled into nothing. The magicians circled him and every one of them shouted Risa, risa, risa!

Eragon tried to cling onto the sword but his grip was already slipping. Letta, he cried but it was too late. The sword was out of his hand and soon forty feet into the air. Eragon jumped, but the magicians below, guided the sword downwards and into the hands of one of them…

Galbatorix was in his dungeon. The pain and fear of the dragon had enticed him into wanting to torture more. He stared at the hollow faces of his prisoners in the cages. Galbatorix chose a small boy, the life still in him unlike the other prisoners. He was new. As soon as Galbatorix let him out, the boy swiftly bounded away. Galbatorix tore a bar from the boy's cage and said, Brisingr! The bar turned into blue flame and Galbatorix threw it. The bar flew right into the boy's path and he could not avoid it.

As the boy burned, Galbatorix broke into his mind. Memories of a happy childhood flashed across the King's mind. Galbatorix frowned and he searched deeper. Galbatorix saw a dirty tavern and a tiny, grubby, hidden room. He saw as guards captured a younger version of the little boy. He saw months and months of imprisonment in a cage. Galbatorix pulled out of the boys mind. He had an idea…

The magician held the glowing blue sword in his hands. Eragon felt fury awake inside him and he let himself fall from the sky. Before Eragon could reach the magician he and his comrades started running. Eragon could not reach him. The magicians wove in and out through the battle, leaving magical traps. Eragon felt helpless as they kept themselves out of his reach and he was furious because of that. Frustrated, Eragon tore through the crowd, killing all in his way. Saphira came to his side and Eragon mounted her. The chase was on.

Flying high above the army and chasing the magicians, Eragon saw that most of the forces of the Varden were grouped together in a tight circle with the enemy attacking at all sides. The ones that were not in the circle were more successful. They ran through the mass of people attacking and running away before the enemy could respond.

Eragon turned his head toward the direction Saphira was flying to. The magicians had chosen a small plateau to make a stand and they had about twenty warriors with them. Saphira dived and let out a shower of flame. The people dodged. Saphira roared again, heating up the ground and the rocks. The magicians let out a wave of water and the heat vanished.

They had landed and Eragon leaped out, immediately killing two warriors. Brisingr, Eragon shouted and he threw a great blue fireball. It spit five times going for the nearest enemies. Soon there were only seven of the magicians left. The fire balls had been extinguished and the lives of all the warriors and some of the magicians with it.

"It's over", said Eragon.

"Not quite," responded the magician with his sword.

"Give me my sword and I shall spare your life!"

"Never", they all said.

"You can't win", said Eragon.

"Neither you", shouted the magicians and the grouped together in a tight circle. Atra rauthr tauthr ono! Atra rauthr tauthr ono! Atra rauthr tauthr ono, they chanted the circled. Jierda, they shouted and they grabbed the sword. Blood sprayed from their hands and onto the sword. It glowed and but did not drink their blood up. Then, one of the magicians fell to the ground. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. He was dead. Then another magician dropped, then another. As the last magician fell, there was a blinding flash of blue light and a great snapping sound. Eragon rushed over. All the magicians were dead. And the sword, still clutched in the hands of the last magician, had shattered.

Author's Note: I love suspense. Did you like this chapter? I hope so. Anyway, the ancient language. Letta means "stop", Brisingr is the spell for fire, Risa means "rise", Waíse heil means "be healed", and Jierda is the spell they use to break bones. The incantation in the end, Atra rauthr tauthr ono, is when I took "May luck and happiness follow you" and changed it to say "May misfortune follow you". Please review.