Wow… yea… Ok, before I write this chapter I have to say three things. One- Wow. I just looked at the reviews for the last few chapters. I didn't realize people thought it was that good! I think it's kind of stupid, myself, which is why I haven't been writing. Two- ok, I really slacked off writing this story after school ended, mainly because there's no one to bug me about writing it. Three- I don't own Christopher Paolini's stories. Or pies.

The principal of the school (along with the vice-principal, librarian, and some other random staff members that I really don't care about) "What the HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! WHERE DID YOU GET A DRAGON! WHAT ARE YOU- oh my god… a dragon.

As we pulled and lugged the unconscious principal, three problems came to mind.

"Guys? Where's Eragon?"

"Alieina kidnapped him," Leah answered.

"Well, why isn't the other rider attacking us?"

"She's over there, doing- oh, she's conjuring an army from thin air."

"Why does she look so… old?"

"Not that old. No older than me or you."

"But she wasn't that old when we saw him by the Ramr River was she?"

"Must have been. How could she just get way older overnight?"

"I don't know."

Just then Eragon staggered back up to us, with his clothes torn and his eyes bloodshot. He was panting, and from far away came the sound of howling and unintelligible babbling.

"I… just… got away… from… Alieina."

Then he saw the size of the army the mystery rider had formed, and fainted.

Nasuada took control, since; after all, she was in charge of the varden (who were still with us, despite being bored out of their minds during Eragon's and Alieina's five-month argument.). She sent an envoy over to the rider, who sent him back with the news that we were going to fight. When Nasuada sent the envoy back to ask WHY we were going to fight, the rider's reply was simple.

"Because we are going to attack you, and no doubt you will try to defend yourselves. Or do you prefer to surrender?"

Nasuada said she most certainly did not. Three house later, a trumpet was sounded, and the rider's army (A.k.a. Gallbitorix's army, the mystery rider was working for him; we could tell because he was standing in a tent heavily guarded by magic… and pie. Nothing puts a possible attacker off their stride more than a pie in the face) Attacked. The final battle had begun.