I believe this marks the end of Brisingr in my story. There are some questions I want to address. I know a few of you want to see Arya fighting the Shade but I decided not to write a chapter to her merely killing a Shade since it showed in the last chapter that she killed him through Eragon's eyes. And for those curious as to the whole soul bonding and the healing that comes for it, all I can say is to keep reading because my later chapters will start to shed light on things. Apart from that this is the continuation of Eragon's POV from the last chapter. I don't own Eragon but hey in my head remember? Anyways RR.
Breaking another sword in his way, Eragon stabbed the man holding the hilt of the now jagged sword through the throat and pulled back. Behind him were Islanzadí and her warriors fighting with ease as compared to the panic of the soldiers of the keep. Not caring about the thicket of spears pointed at him by the soldiers, Eragon with a swipe of Brisingr sliced off each point of the spears reducing the weapons to nothing more than wooden poles with blunt ends. Seeing as they were now weaponless, the soldiers in the keep instantly withdrew in a panic. Running up the stairs, Eragon and Islanzadí and her warriors emerged onto the third floor which was surprisingly silent. Something was amiss.
Eragon slowly walked forward staring about the landing.
He was sure that Cadmaran was residing here. Though Eragon disliked Cadmaran, the man was a lord in his own right. He would never hole himself up in the highest tower in the keep with a company of soldiers to protect him. No, he would armor himself to the teeth to fight for Gil'ead which was going to make it all the much harder for them to capture the city. In order to make the people surrender to the elves, they needed Cadmaran alive. Killing him would only ensure the continuation of the fighting until the last of the Empire's servants were cleanly swept away.
"You should attend to your wounds whilst we have a moment of respite Shadeslayer," Islanzadí looked ill at ease in the sudden quiet of battle. Eragon glanced down at himself to find that he had numerous amounts of bruises and cuts on his arms and he had not felt it earlier but there was a thin cut on his right cheek, dripping blood. He himself was too tired to heal his own wounds and it seemed as if Arya's magic had exhausted itself trying to keep him unscathed in battle. He stared at Vrangr, during the fighting in the keep Eragon had called upon the energy stored away in the blade itself to break through the numerous wards that the shrouded the many doors in the stone castle.
"They are of little concern," said Eragon as he walked forward his booted feet sounding loud against the marble floor. "I would like to spend my energy on finding Cadmaran first Your Majesty." His eyes narrowed as he walked further into the wide landing, when Islanzadí made to follow Eragon shook his head. There was a very strange thing about this. He could feel a strong presence about the landing and yet he couldn't pinpoint it. It was as if the consciousness was everywhere. As he thought about it, he heard a slight crack in the ceiling above him. Knowing more than to stand in the same spot idly, Eragon jumped forward as the ceiling gave way and a large, muscular man dropped down landing on his feet in a crouched position.
"Cadmaran," Eragon acknowledged the man. He recognized the dark armor and the bright red sigil of the Empire clearly enough. As Cadmaran straightened, Eragon glanced up at the large gaping hole he made in the ceiling. The marble floor was several inches thick. No normal human could break through the flooring. From what he saw of Cadmaran all the man had was an axe. He had no mace or other heavy weaponry that could pierce the floor.
"I was beginning to wonder when the traitor would show his face here," Cadmaran spoke as he stood towering at a height of six feet making look all the more like a giant. Underneath his dark armor was a muscled body with years of experience from fighting in all sorts of battles. A scar trailed across his left cheek. His blond hair was coated in blood and Eragon could make out the crimson color on Cadmaran's face. His eyes darted to the man's hand and axe to find that it was coated with blood. Eragon's eyes narrowed.
This man…
Before he could say anymore something else fell down from the gaping hole, hitting the ground with a dull thud. It was a dead soldier. His limbs were displayed at odd angles evidence of numerous broken bones. His eyes were wide open in horror and on his lips was the ghost of a scream for help. Eragon's eyes darted to the area where the soldier's heart was, there was a dent in the metal and blood seeped to the ground coating the now rubble filled floor with its crimson color.
"You ate your own men's hearts?" Eragon stared up at Cadmaran in disgust. "I am a traitor but least I leave the organs of my men untouched. Have you lost your mind Cadmaran? These are your men." Cadmaran merely flourished his axe in his hands.
"They are expendable," he answered deeply, "If one dies on the battlefield today, another shall be taken from their home and dressed in his armor. It is as simple as that." Eragon saw Islanzadí's expression from across the landing and she looked more than displeased at the barbaric nature of Cadmaran's words. "I see you have joined forces with the elves."
"To help the Varden fight against the Empire," said Eragon. He wasn't sure if Cadmaran was more brawn than brains but he had an inkling that he certainly did not have enough muscles in his head as compared to his body. There was a reason why men like Cadmaran had a train full of advisors. That was because he did not think much.
"Was it because of that elf that Durza was torturing?" he spoke to Eragon as if they were good friends. Eragon's eyes narrowed and while Islanzadí's brows slanted showing that her anger was once more coming forth. Eragon inwardly sighed. Earlier Galbatorix had made mentions of the queen's late mate, Evandar. Now, Cadmaran was once more bringing up the tortures that Arya suffered in Gil'ead—in the very dungeons below their feet. "I always thought she was rather nice on the eyes. Nice skin, pretty face except for the scar that Durza left when he struck her with the pommel of his sword. I remembered trying to kiss her and she bit me."
All the while he was talking, Eragon felt a pulsing rage rise up in him. He felt as if his skin was boiling. He wanted to kill Cadmaran and rip out his own heart for saying such things. Arya had told Eragon of her tortures in Gil'ead but she had never gone into depth in whether or not anyone had tried to take advantage of her. An image of Arya sleeping against him after they had first consummated their bond flashed in his mind. He couldn't think of any other way to love her than how he did but Cadmaran was making a mockery of physical unions.
"Pleasing to look at she may be but I shall never bring the likes of her to my bed. A dog from the streets is much better than such an unnatural creature," before he could continue, Eragon charged at him. He was angry and he wanted Cadmaran's blood to wash away his anger. No one spoke of Arya in such demeaning words. As if expecting his charge, Cadmaran swung his large axe downwards. Eragon easily dodged out of the way watching as the shape blade slammed into the ground with such a great force that it cracked the stone work. In his anger, his mind registered the inhuman strength.
Cadmaran has the Eldunarí. But why would Galbatorix give him one? Or could this be Jeremiah's?
His anger driving him, Eragon reached up and with the pommel of Vrangr slammed it right in Cadmaran's face giving him a long scar across his chin as Arya had when he first saw her in Gil'ead. He nearly wanted to curse at Cadmaran with all of his being but that would be childish. Instead, he was going to punish the man until Islanzadí or one of the elves pulled made him stop. Cadmaran was fast and strong thought Eragon as he jumped back. The moment he retreated Islanzadí came forward her red cape billowing about her as she danced about Cadmaran's large axe with ease. Her ferocity in battle impressed Eragon. Though she may not have fought in a war for nigh on a century, it did little to diminish her impressive skill. As Cadmaran's sword made contact with the ground once more, she brought up her thin long, elven blade and cut a thin line across the man's face. Cadmaran did not as much as blink an eye at her when she withdrew.
If it were not for the fact that they had to capture him, Eragon would have done away with Cadmaran's right arm in which he swung his large axe and cut him to shreds. Outside he heard the roars of the dragons and the cheers of the elves as if something momentous had happened. He spared one look outside rising upwards in the night sky was Glaedr and sitting on the saddle atop his shoulders was Oromis looking rejuvenated and ready to battle. His seizure must have subsided thought Eragon.
"You should not be paying attention to others," he glanced back and ducked as the blade of the swung at him horizontally embedding itself in the wall. Cracks immediately appeared as the axe was brought to a rest. Eragon was about to knock him away from the handle of his axe but Cadmaran withdrew the large weapon once more not giving him any time to consider doing so. Ducking once more as he flourished his axe in an arch, Eragon jumped back as did the other elves as he slammed the blade once more into the ground underneath them.
Cadmaran was reckless Eragon thought as he dove forward trying to knock the axe out of the tall man. As long as they managed to disarm him, they won. His feet landed on the marble floor and he nearly slid at the amounts of blood that coated the shiny surface due to the body of the fallen soldier. He stared at the blood transfixed that he could see his own reflection mirrored in it though slight distorted. There was a peal of metal as Islanzadí knocked aside the heavy axe as if it was nothing more than a wooden sword. He stared back down at the body and blood, a plan formulating in his mind. Strength did not determine the victors of all battles thought Eragon. No, great minds did.
And that was why Cadmaran would never be the victor.
With a flick of his wrist, Eragon drove Vrangr through the gaping hole in the soldier's chest hearing the squelch of flesh as he did so. A moment passed and he watched as the blade pulsed to life absorbing all of the blood in the body. Eragon's eyes darted to Islanzadí as she and her warriors continued their battle. He stared down at Vrangr watching as the violet edge grew stronger. While Vrangr continued to pulse, the body of the soldier it was draining all the blood from began to wither away. The flesh was starting to become dry and deathly white. He heard Islanzadí's shout and turned thinking that she may have been injured but she wasn't, she had managed to land another blow on Cadmaran this time on his right shoulder, denting the metal of his armor.
Eragon's eyes turned back to the body once more urging Vrangr to hurry its pace. He heard Cadmaran swing as Islanzadí danced about his blows coming to a stop beside Eragon. Her eyes darted to the body that he was draining blood from. Her lips thinned as Cadmaran's axe once more embedded itself into the floor due to his great momentum.
The cracks in the marble floor was numerous. Every inch was cracked making the marble appear like a spider web. Staring at Cadmaran, Eragon's eyes widened as the man lifted his heavily armored foot and stomped on the marble. There was a sound akin to the shattering of glass. Then the marble floor gave way beneath them. Letting out a yell, Eragon fell. Beside him, Islanzadí's expression was one of surprise as she too fell with him.
The chamber underneath them was just as large as the floor they were recently standing on until Cadmaran deemed it fit for a change of surroundings. Twisting about in the air, Eragon bent his knees as he landed. Beside him, Islanzadí's red cap billowed about her as her feet made contact with the ground in a graceful landing.
There was a thud in the center of the room as Cadmaran landed on his feet with his knees bent as well. He was imposing thought Eragon as he watched the man rise from his knees. However, Eragon had Vrangr pulsing in his hands from the great amount of blood it absorbed. His eyes darted to Queen Islanzadí, "Will you cover for me Your Majesty?"
She spared him a glance before nodding. Then she darted forward faster than even he could manage. All about the chamber the elves were paying close to attention to Islanzadí as they too recovered from their fall from the third landing. They were aiding her thought Eragon. On the battle field Islanzadí was no doubt the most vicious of opponents one could ever face. He turned back to Cadmaran who was just as fast and as strong as Islanzadí. He waited for the opportune moment.
Once more in his brute fighting style, Cadmaran swung down on the elf queen. She reached up and met the blade of his axe with her own holding the axe with little effort. That was his chance. Running forward, Eragon jumped, he brought Vrangr down on the metal of the axe that connected it to its long handle. Vrangr's blade began to eat away at the wards placed about the weapon, the violet glow destroying the weapon. The last of the axe's resistance gave way and the metal dropped useless to the ground. Flipping about in the air, he landed evenly on the ground. Running up to Cadmaran with great speed, Eragon smashed into him tackling him to the ground. He was done using blades as he thought of the earlier anger that he felt. They skidded to a stop a few feet away from Islanzadí. Sheathing Brisingr as Cadmaran struggled underneath him, Eragon held Vrangr in his right hand and with the blade began to cut the armor off of Cadmaran's body leaving only his clothing underneath.
As he pulled the armor up and off of Cadmaran, he felt the man's strength rapidly decrease until he had no power to resist Eragon. That was odd. There was no Eldunarí with him. That could only mean that Galbatorix had devised a way for the strength of the Eldunarí to be channeled to Cadmaran's armor. Eragon's brows furrowed if that was the case that would explain why Cadmaran was not as powerful as Jeremiah. Where could the real Eldunarí be?
Momentarily shaking the thought from his mind, Eragon sheathed Vrangr and reached down and picked up Cadmaran with ease despite how tall he was. "Now," said Eragon in a deadly voice, "What is it that you said about my mate?"
Cadmaran merely chuckled at him, "You have certainly changed if mere words could anger you so." Without answering him, Eragon threw him back against the wall. His earlier emotions returned to him with a vengeance. He was livid. The impact of Cadmaran's body made a loud thud and the man slid down the wall unconscious. If Eragon threw him with all of the strength he could muster, Cadmaran would likely be dead with all of his bones shattered. He was about to walk over to the man's fallen body but a slim hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"That is enough Eragon," said a rich voice softly. He turned to find Islanzadí staring at the prone body of Cadmaran. "We have won the battle. Let us no tarry any longer and end this needless fighting."
He nodded watching as Islanzadí sheathed her sword. She motioned with her hand and two of her generals came forward and reached down to grip Cadmaran by the arm dragging him on his feet. Taking the lead, Islanzadí turned about her cape sweeping across the floor as she led the way out of the castle. The night sky was beginning to lighten and he could see the first ways of the sun. They had been fighting for that long? Descending the steps of the keep with Eragon following right behind her, Islanzadí stop to stare out over the courtyard as the battle kept raging. She held up her left hand and descending from the sky, the white rave Blagden came to rest on her shoulder.
"Those who fight for the Empire!" she called out to the fighting, her rich voice sonorous with magic, "Surrender for your lord is now in our hands! It is useless to continue this needless fighting. Resist and you shall have the death you fought against delivered to you. Surrender and we shall not do you harm." The unconscious Cadmaran was brought forward for everyone to see.
There was a groan from the soldiers from the Empire as they saw Cadmaran devoid of weapon and armor and only his underclothes. Eragon heard the clang of metal as the soldiers dropped their swords and went on their knees, surrendering to the elves. Once the last of the Empire's men had surrendered a deafening roar sounded above them. Eragon glanced up to find Saphira and Glaedr circling over head, their scales gleaming as the sun rose, painting a beautiful mirage of gold and sapphire. The two of them really did represent the sun and sky thought Eragon with a slight smile as a cheer rose up from the elves at the beauty.
He turned to the Queen, "What shall we do now?" asked Eragon.
"I shall handle the rest of the city," her eyes flickered over to the dead body of Jeremiah. "Finish what you must Shadeslayer and return to the command tent." He nodded as she walked down the steps of the keep as imposing as ever. The elves and soldiers made way for her and even after a raging battle, the elves bowed and murmured their greetings to their queen. Eragon made his way over to Jeremiah's fallen body feeling slightly sorry for the man. All he wanted was to serve his empire and now here he was forsaken by his king. Not the most gracious way to repay such a devote servant thought Eragon as he bent down to take a better look at Jeremiah the sun illuminating the city. Now he could see plumes of smoke rise from the buildings clearer than a few hours before.
He turned the body over to take in the damage that was done. Islanzadí and Arya were sure not forgiving thought Eragon with a slight shiver. He was positive that if he had ever offended Evandar in anyway, Arya was going to give him the cold shoulder for weeks on end. Reaching down, Eragon began to pull the armor from Jeremiah's body frowning when he could not spot an Eldunarí on the man. Where could he have hid the dragon's heart of hearts?
Buffeted by strong winds, Eragon glanced up as Saphira landed beside him. Immediately she went to his side snaking her neck about him in an embrace. He smiled and stroked her armored snout, opening his mind to her for the first time since after battle. You fought beautifully, said Eragon admiring how fierce she looked, the imitation that Galbatorix created was no match for you.
Oh hush you, you have a honeyed tongue no wonder why Arya fell for you, Eragon chuckled as she nudged him once more careful not to crush him with her armor. After a moment Eragon pulled away as he returned to Jeremiah's body, he could not feel one ounce of energy from the corpse. The Eldunarí wasn't near him. But Eragon was certain it was still in the city. Galbatorix was too sure of himself. He never had to resort to retreat.
As he searched Jeremiah, Glaedr landed beside Saphira scaring the few soldiers that were still present in the courtyard due to his large mass and Oromis easily slid from the dragon's saddle. He watched his master. The way Oromis walked showed that he never had a seizure in the first place a few hours before. He greeted Oromis. "I am glad to see that you are well Master Oromis," said Eragon studying the aged face of the elf. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I have traveled back to the days of my youth," said Oromis with a smile. He was similar to Arya thought Eragon with his own slight smile. It seemed as if on the battlefield the elves can truly be themselves and enjoy their surroundings. The formalities of their normal way of life must have locked away all of their abilities to freely enjoy themselves. Oromis turned to Glaedr communicating something to the dragon.
The golden dragon lowered his head until his snout was directly before Eragon. Then he opened his jaw to reveal to stones in his mouth. Eragon felt his eyes widened. He thought he had only seen one in the sky when the dragon was defeated. One was a deep violet while the other a soft yellow, much softer than the bronze of Glaedr's scales.
"I had there was only one," said Eragon in slight surprise. Oromis shook his head as Glaedr closed his jaws.
"One Eldunarí would not have been enough to sustain the magical to create the creature that Galbatorix did. The ones that we have now are but hatchlings like Thorn and Eridor, they are not aged like Glaedr and as such their magic is not as potent," said Oromis with a frown, sadness inching its way onto his face. Eragon nodded understanding the meaning of Oromis's words well enough. He turned back to the keep.
"Let us search the keep Master Oromis for I am certain that there are more Eldunarí hidden in the stone walls of the castle," Oromis nodded, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight as they made their way back up the steps into the keep the dragons settling to wait for them outside. They needed to rest as well due to their battle. As they walked searching the castle Eragon began to describe to Oromis his encounter with Galbatorix through Jeremiah.
"He managed to exert his control on Jeremiah's body even though he is in Urû'baen," said Eragon with a frown. Oromis nodded deep in thought. The keep was quiet, devoid of soldiers seeing as Gil'ead was taken by the elves. "I had thought it was impossible to do such a thing over such a great distance."
"Galbatorix has been experimenting with the power of the Eldunarí for a century Eragon," said Oromis as they walked about the chamber with the collapsed roof that Eragon and Islanzadí had been fighting in but moments before. Eragon nodded understating Oromis's reasoning. "He no doubt has found a way to control the mind of his subjects even if they are miles away."
He nodded as they walked, his armored feet clinking against the floor. He thought for a moment, "While I was fighting," said Eragon quietly the sunlight pouring in through the windows of the keep, "Arya was able to come to my aid." Oromis looked startled at his words and waited for him to continue with what he was trying to say. Trying to find the right words to describe what happened Eragon paved on.
"When Galbatorix was mocking Queen Islanzadí," Oromis's features darkened considerably. Eragon cleared his throat and continued. "The part of Arya that was part of my soul started to resonate within me and then my body started to move by itself. Until after I had taken a few steps, Arya spoke to me."
"Strange," murmured Oromis. Eragon nodded, he could agree with his master's words wholeheartedly.
"It was as if my body was a machine for us to fight with," said Eragon finding that was the best description he could give about the entire experience. "Urû'baen and Gil'ead are much closer than Feinster and Gil'ead. Do you know how that could have happened Master Oromis? Is it due to our soul bonding?"
"There is no other explanation to it," said Oromis as the ascended the stairs Eragon leading them down another ornate hallway brimming with the warm sunlight. "Remember what I have said Eragon. Soul bonding, in both yours and Arya's case, has never been heard of in the history of Alagaësia for many reasons. It is dangerous and can destroy the bonders. It is also irreversible. So far, only the two of you are the only ones to have bonded at such a level. It is gratifying to know that you were not captured by Galbatorix else Arya would undoubtedly fly to the gates of Urû'baen herself to find you. This connection you share is by no means simple."
At the thought of Arya doing such a thing he felt his expression darken. He by no means wanted Arya to sacrifice for him. As they walked, he felt the weight of Vrangr pressing against his back much akin the warmth of Arya's embrace. He felt at ease having the sword with him. That also brought back another question to mind. "Galbatorix had tried to use my blades on me," said Eragon once more drawing Oromis's attention. "The moment Vrangr absorbed my blood, there was a flash and Galbatorix dropped the sword."
"Did Brisingr react as well?" asked Oromis. Eragon nodded, detailing to him how his twin sword lit Jeremiah's body in blue flames as if it wanted to burn the man alive. Oromis's expression deepened once more and Eragon could tell that the information he told his teacher only did to ignite his curiosity even further rather than providing him with needed answers. "I can only assume that both of your twin blades did so in an attempt to protect you or to punish the wielder who sought to do you harm."
He thought of Vrangr and the time that it had absorbed the dwarves' blood in the tunnel as Eragon fought with Murtagh to kill the seven assassins sent after him. The energy in the blade had reached out to heal him. The many mysteries about his blades and his connection with Arya irked him. He knew nothing of them and it made him feel ill at ease. During the battle for Gil'ead a few hours earlier, Arya's feelings and sense kept on spilling over to him. He kept seeing the streets of Feinster and the keep as well as Murtagh, Thorn, and Eridor. The battle for Feinster was won he hoped. Eragon's eye wandered to the window to stare out at the light blue sky.
His thoughts wandered to Feinster. In his connection with Arya, he saw her kill a Shade. So she was a Shadeslayer now thought Eragon amused. He was going to have to tease her about it. She was now on par with him. Well, above him to be exact. She was still the crown princess to the knotted throne. Oromis and Eragon walked until they came upon and sealed door. Eragon raised his brows as he stared at the oak doors. Was this the treasury?
"It is sealed with magic," said Oromis as he laid a hand against the door to push it open. With a flourish of his arm, Oromis withdrew Naegling and cut the door down with ease. Eragon was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to fight alongside Oromis for long until his teacher suffered another seizure. However, he was given the opportunity to fight alongside Queen Islanzadí, who proved to be a great warrior. The doors fell inwards to reveal a gold treasury. Not in the least drawn in by the gold, Eragon made his way over to the dark chest to the far left of the room feeling compelled to see what was inside.
He knelt before the chest and opened it feeling his eyes widened. Cushioned inside the velvet were two more Eldunarí, they were the same size as the ones Glaedr was protecting. One was black and the other red. That would mean that in their possession they had four of the Eldunarí. Eragon glanced up behind him to find Oromis gazing into the chest with tears in his eyes. After a few moments of just staring at the heart of hearts, Eragon closed the lid once more and reached down to grip the box. He lifted it from the floor and handed it to Oromis.
"You should take this to Queen Islanzadí, Mast Oromis," said Eragon as Oromis's brows furrowed. "I would like to see more of the keep." He did not ask Eragon any questions but merely nodded and left carrying the chest in his hands with great care. Eragon took one more look about the treasury and left as well leaving the remains of the door on the ground. Rather than leave, he navigated his way about the keep remembering the hallways he often walked about. Turning down a familiar hallway, he made his way to a particular door.
Taking in a deep breath, Eragon pushed the door open to find the chambers in which he once sleep the same as he'd left it. Walking inside, Eragon glanced at the large bed in the center of the room and saw the ghost of an injured Arya sleeping on the mattress. It was odd to think that it was here that he met her. He snorted slightly as he remembered how startled she was when he undressed her to heal her back. He did not take notice of her body back then but now that he had seen her entirely, he wondered what the past Eragon would have thought if he was told that he would be mated to the elf he was saving.
His past self would no doubt snort and wave away his comment.
Staring at the bed for a long moment, Eragon left the chambers and made his way down to the dungeons. As he stood in the dark and damp dungeon, Eragon took in the whips and torture mechanisms that littered the room. He saw the post where Arya used to be tied. Walking over to the wooden post he snapped it in half with a simple kick. As much as he never liked Gil'ead, he could not deny that this was where his life started.
This was where he met Arya.
This was where he was saved by her.
Standing in the dungeons for a moment longer, Eragon left. He was going to have to see if he could burn the place down. Then again, Queen Islanzadí may not like it for him to set the entire keep on fire thought Eragon as he emerged out into the courtyard the sun beating down on him. He found Saphira waiting for him and he could feel her immense joy. No doubt due to the fact that they had managed to retrieve four Eldunarí from Galbatorix. But they might be crazed thought Eragon. They were used by Galbatorix for nearly a century.
He stared out at the courtyard stained with blood and littered with bodies. We still have a long way to go, thought Eragon as he took in the sight of smoke. He could hear the sounds of the aftermath of battle and there was a deep sorrow in the air as the citizens of the Empire laid their eyes on their loved ones and their city.
When we left we always knew that it was not going to be a simple journey, said Saphira her blue eyes sparkling. There will be more battles waiting to greet us. Are you not daunted by that thought?
He snorted. Never, I have you Saphira, Arya, and the others. What is there to fear when we are not together?
She didn't say anything but merely arched her neck upwards, letting the sun beat down on her armor and sapphire blue scales. Eragon stretched slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
It is a new day.
I can't believe this story is near 300k words. That is just crazy in my opinion. I started off near the end of Eragon and now this is the end of Brisingr. I thought that for a moment I would give myself a one day break to just realize. I'm still thinking about it so you may or may not see an update tomorrow. Anyways I'll like to thank all of you loyal readers for always reading my chapters that I post and that this story isn't forgotten. Anyways, I hope to see you all soon. And before I leave let me leave one question: if ExA had a kid-boy or girl? I'm just curious as to what you all think. Anyways, see you all! Hopefully your summer is going great. (As always I try to revise the chapter but I'm sure there are still mistakes.)