Okay, I am really trying to balance everything, but I have a 10-12hr shift daily with my new job 5days a week Sometimes I get out early…like today, but others are not so great. Still, I am here and trying. Two more chapters should finish the first part…yeah…first part. I AM GOING TO HAVE TO DO A SEQUEL! It won't be as long as this, but it is needed. I still have to work with Bowen's upbringing, Griffin's destiny, and Draecion. There is a little vulgar humor here (very slight) and a twisted plot that no one would have expected. Let's see if you remember these two:

Chapter 93: The Plot Sickens

Eragon and the remaining elves gathered around the piles of bloody corpses from the last battle as the sun began descending through the smoke filled sky. The boats were demolished, leaving the Elvin soldiers with no transportation to the other country. Saphira was lying next to Eragon with her scaly head resting on his lap.

I am serious, Eragon, Saphira warned. After this…we are finished. He shook his head. Do not shake your head at me, husband! We are going to live normal lives, Eragon. Fighting for all eternity does not seem to fit in normal, does it?
"Saphira," Eragon comforted as he scratched behind her left ear. She growled and looked up at him.

You will always be my warrior, Eragon. He smiled as Saphira let out a comfortable sigh. You are strong and brave, with a hint of fearlessness.

"I am not fearless!"

Did you not catch the 'hint' part? They both chuckled. Eragon, you have made me the happiest dragon in the universe. The last thing I want is for all of it to go away if we were to fall in battle.

"I know," Eragon replied. "We have done so much together." She growled and nuzzled her snout against his thigh.

Oh, we have, she replied smugly as she pressed her snout harder against his leg. Believe me, Eragon, several people wish for the lives that we have.

"No argument there." He sighed and continued to scratch the back of Saphira's neck while she scratched the side of her face against his lap.

You know, Saphira said with a snort, you are a very cute grandfather. Eragon cocked his head and gave her a quizzical expression, which caused her to laugh histarically. What?

"Where did that come from?"

Well you are, are you not? Draecion may hatch tonight and Griffin has told us that his time is coming too…not to mention Covin'thra's good fortune.

"Are we getting old, Saphira?"

In age or in wisdom?

"You decide." Saphira lifted her head up from his lap and looked him over.

Well, your hair is graying just a tad. Eragon quickly brushed his marked palm through his locks but stopped when Saphira began giggling. I was fooling. In age, we have not grown older, but I am afraid that, if it comes to wisdom, I may be old enough to be your grandmother. Eragon smirked at her humor and jokingly slapped the side of her neck.

"Wasn't it you who told me that I was wise?"

I still am smarter than you, Eragon. It is a known fact. She shook her head and brushed her cheek against Eragon's. You are a close second in that, though.

Then why would you be my grandmother if I am right behind you? He asked mentally. She cocked her head in thought.

Fine! You can be the uncle. Eragon fell back laughing. What now?

"Why are we comparing wisdom to relatives?" Eragon asked. "Let us just say that we are equal, dear. Will that work?"

Why not? She lowered her head back down and showed her teeth. Eragon?

"Yes?"

Are we going to have to fly these soldiers to the next country? He turned to look at the troops around him. All of the elves were standing and chatting with their comrades while Murtagh, Lancelot and Arthur stood in the background.

"It looks like it." He sighed again and gently pushed Saphira out of his way as he stood up.

I was hoping for a tireless battle, not a stressful transport. Eragon snickered and brushed his hand against her left shoulder.

"Things happen." He shook his head. I can help…?

And fight naked? Saphria asked worriedly? I think not.

Was it not you who wanted to 'end your troubles?'

Not if someone else takes it away from me! Sorry Eragon, but I will not have you change forms today; at least not with sharp objects around.

"Fine," Eragon replied out loud. "Thanks for looking after yourself."

What? Eragon snickered and shook his head. How could you…oh I get it. Sly devil. He laughed and turned away to talk with Murtagh as an elf approached Saphira from her right side.

"He is a good man, yes?" the elf asked. Saphira nodded her head proudly.

Yes he is, she replied. Saphria turned to notice that the elf was their friend Ebath. Where is your son?

"He is still on the other side, Saphira." She cocked her head as the elf closed his eyes. Keep this quiet.

Okay.

Saphira, this is not a raid, but a rescue mission. Royan left on his own after he discovered that his mate, Crystal was on the split end of the country. He told me that he would be back a few weeks later.

So…?

Saphira, it has been two months since we have seen him. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. We fear something has happened and decided that it would be best to tell the others that this was an offensive rather than a rescue.

Won't they discover this after we get him?

I pray not but time will tell. You must keep this quiet Saphira. Even Eragon cannot know.

Why is this so important? Ebath lowered his head and reached into his tunic to pull out a golden necklace.

Remember when I told you about my wife?

Yes, Saphira replied sadly. You even told us how she was…?

She was never found, Saphira.

You lied to us?

Let me explain. The elf clasped his hands. Saphira, my wife betrayed the Elvin people by going to Galbatorix the day before you smote him. She even told me of this and I supplied her with a safe place to live, which was on the far end of Ellesmera…just past the borders.

Near Boer? Saphira asked. Ebath nodded.

She knew that something like this was going to happen afterwards somehow, Saphira. She told us that we will meet together after the "Great Split."

She knew of all of this? Saphira narrowed her eyes and growled angrily.

My wife…is a prophet. She saw this entire thing come to play years ago, Saphira. Our existence will perish within a few years.

Our? Saphria growled again. Not my race. I will make sure it will never end.

You are right, Saphira. Your race will not die yet, but the time for it is coming very soon. The elves will perish before the dragons. This divide that has been created has pushed brother and sister elves against each other. We are doomed now to fight until there is no one left. Nothing can stop it… not even Eragon.

I do not believe you! Saphira snapped. The Elvin race cannot go extinct.

Is it because Eragon is considered an elf? Saphira lowered her head and bellowed slightly. Do not worry, Saphira. Only those born naturally in Elvin form are destined to die. After we get to the other side of the country, I shall take you to him.

Eragon will come too, Saphira warned sternly.

No…?

Eragon WILL come. Saphira snarled at him and turned away. I can keep all of this secret with everyone I come in contact to, except my husband. He holds nothing from me and I hold nothing from him. Tell me, why did your wife betray the elves?

She saw it in her vision, Ebath explained. It was either going to be her or Royan. She did the job herself to spare the shame of her child. She was filled with sorrow for dooming the race, but she knew that the Elvin race was doomed either way. My wife has killed me and my son to save him from the embarrassment. As long as this country is divided, war will spread and lives will be lost. You and Eragon will be needed…?

No we won't, she snapped angrily. We are no longer going to fight on any side. Our swords and talons will be used for lumber and hunting instead of slashing and impaling.

Very well, Saphira. I apologize for bringing this to you.

You know where she is?

She is the one that I am going to rescue.

Royan is not with his mate is he? Saphira snaked her head down to look Ebath in the eyes.

No. He is with his mother.

PEACE!