Okay, so this is the only review that I've gotten for this story as to regarding the poll. So far, the egg is male, so if you don't like that, change it. Also, should the egg be with the Varden or not. I appreciate your input. Thank you to Karin for reviewing!

Hope, Ashlee, I know you're probably reading this, so just let me know what you think at school tomorrow.

Life is so unfair. The last egg in the world, and it hatches in the possession of Galbatorix. There is no hope for the world, Saphira. Why is it like this? We know what's right, and in the stories, the heroes always win. What are we doing wrong?

We are doing nothing wrong, Eragon. There is no reason to believe that we are wrong. We can't control fate, and you know that. We are just along for the ride.

That is the most vague thing I've ever heard you say.

I try. I'm sorry Eragon. I know you are depressed. There is not much I can do for you to help your decision. You chose the Varden. No one else did it for you.

You told me that you would not serve Galbatorix!

I do not serve Galbatorix. I serve you. Whether or not you decided to align yourself with the King was not my decision. I would have followed you regardless.

Thank you.

Now, talk to Arya. She's beating herself up over her accidental confession.

How do you know?

How else, Eragon. Use your head!

Oh. Right. Sorry.

Stop apologizing and talk!

Saphira barrel-rolled in the air, nearly dislodging Eragon from his seat. He righted himself from his sideways position in the saddle, and looked to the beautiful elf riding in front of him. She had, of course, kept her seat during the barrel roll that had nearly sent Eragon spiraling to his death..

"Arya?"

"Yes?"

"Did you really mean what you said earlier? About loving me?" God, I sound like a child still in his adolescence. Do you know, like me, like me?

Stop beating yourself up. She's talking you idiot.

"-I'm sorry."

"What was that? Saphira was talking."

You idiot! Don't blame me for your stupidity!

"I said, yes. I'm sorry."

He swung forward, and kissed her quickly, before she could react, forgetting that she was an elf.

He needn't have worried, however, as she responded immediately, reacting with lightning fast speed. She didn't pull away for a long time, and when she did, she was flushed.

"I'm sorry."

"You needn't be. I started it remember? It is I who am sorry."

"What makes you think I want you to be sorry?"

"Well, do you?"

"No." She repeated his earlier actions, but with a higher intensity to begin with.

Would you stop eating her face for a second and look at this?

I am not-! Oh never mind! He turned his attention to in front of Saphira's head and almost gasped at what he saw. There was smoke rising from the mountain on which they were to land, and the rock face at the entrance to the Varden's secret lair was cracked wide open.

Nasuada! Saphira! Land! His flustered state caused his inability to speak more than one word sentences.

They shot toward the ground and Eragon jumped off Saphira's back before she could land, shortly followed by Arya.

"They will pay." The elf's graceful features were twisted in malice, and she looked as murderous as any Ra'zac.

Hey! Polls! Please! God, now I'm getting Eragon's inability to form real sentences!

Love you all,

Sora's Kairi