An: This is the newest chapter of ROAK!!! Aren't we all happy?! I know I am…Hope you enjoy.

Murtagh knew his time was soon. The changer lord had all that he wanted from him. For all he knew he would soon take his place. Murtagh suddenly jerked away from the wall, painfully regretting it. He coughed up some blood and cringed as the rope cut into his wrists. He weakly searched for his brother's mental contact, it was nearing. Murtagh sighed and leaned against the wall. No matter what was going to happen, he was going to die. The Cyril crossed his mind, he loved her. Her dull red hair, blank blue eyes and soft caring voice, he just wanted to kiss her, hold her, but he couldn't. The changer, Lyvin, entered the room. He roughly pulled Murtagh to his feet and shoved him out the door.

"Come with me." Lyvin growled. He pulled Murtagh through a maze of hallways and tossed him carelessly into a slimy walled room. Lyvin laughed cruelly and slammed the door. Murtagh heard the lock click and Lyvin flicked a switch. The room began to fill with the sound of gas hissing into it. Murtagh was too weak to fight the on coming death. Murtagh's vision began to blur when the wall in front of him collapsed. Murtagh slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"Murtagh!" Eragon yelled from the back of Snowfire. Just as Murtagh slumped over Eragon grabbed him and flung him onto the back of the horse. He urged Snowfire forward and raced away. The changer lord would be furious.

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Arya pulled forth the magic in the back of her head. Cyril Coughed and tried to roll over, but Arya pushed her back. She muttered the words of healing and a bright light enveloped them. When the light died, Cyril rolled over and began to breathe easier. Arya slumped against a tree, totally exhausted. She had healed her broken ribs and had repaired her other wounds. She heard the sound of hurried horse's hooves nearing and she drowsily opened her eyes. Eragon jumped off Snow fire and kneeled down next to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried. "Did the changer find you guys?"

"No…I just healed Cyril…I'm a little…tired…"

"Okay." Eragon breathed. "Hold on just a bit longer."

"Okay…" Arya murmured. Eragon turned around and took Murtagh off of Snowfire's saddle. He laid him next to Cyril and covered them with a blanket. He wandered back over to Arya and sat next to her.

"Lean on me." Eragon told her. She leaned in and closed her eyes and sighed.

"I love you Eragon…"

"And I you."

Cyril awoke late at night and tried to move over but found a body blocking her way. She went to push it away but the feel of the strong shoulder blades stopped her. Her hands roamed around his face, identifying him. She realized he was Murtagh. She snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arm around him and tried to go to sleep. To her amazement she found it so much easier to breathe. Murtagh took in a shuddering breath and Cyril blanched. He was dieing, she knew it.

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"Come on Cyril. We need to get going." Eragon yelled, tossing his bags onto Snowfire.

"Yeah…yeah." Cyril muttered, worry clouding her mind.

"If we don't hurry he will die." Eragon growled. Adjusting Murtagh's body on the saddle. "Come on Arya." Swinging her into the saddle in front of him. Cyril swung into Tornac's saddle behind Murtagh.

"Eragon…I need to tell you something…" Arya told him.

"Wait a few moments." Eragon told her. They galloped away with Thorn and Saphira flying overhead. "What is it?"

"Do you remember…what the changer lord said?"

"Yeah…Are you going to elaborate?"

"Yes…I swear to you that I am still a virgin. Durza was a powerful shade. Able to use magic. He took some of my blood and some of his and mixed it together. He said the words of combining and of unity. There was a puff of green smoke and Durza was standing there, holding and infant's body. He smiled so evilly and showed me the child's face. It looked like his. He laughed and I don't remember anything after that. I had forgotten about the child…Till…then."

"I can believe you to a degree. But I have never heard of making a child from two peoples blood and some words."

"The ancient language has much it can offer. You just need to harness it and use it."

"You sound like Brom." Eragon groaned. Arya smiled and laughed.

"Maybe I do." Arya laughed. Cyril fidgeted in the saddle and laid her head on Murtagh's shoulder.

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"Where the hell is he!?!?" The lord yelled, throwing Lyvin against the wall. "You said that the gas was supposed to kill!! How'd did he not die!?"

"His body is gone…as I was saying…"

"No more!"

"Yes more! Listen to me brother…The boy…Eragon…Must have rescued him."

"I let you speak…and you speak in lies!"

"How would you know?!" Lyvin challenged.

"I do! Now GO!!" The lord yelled. Lyvin came to his senses and scrabbled out of the room in fear of his life.

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"Is something wrong Cyril?" Arya asked, looking at her.

"No…It's nothing."

"Please…I am not that dense."

"I tell you…It's nothing."

"Like she said…she wasn't born yesterday." Eragon told her. "So what's wrong?"

"Will you shun me if I tell you?"

"Why would we shun you?" Arya asked.

"Because it is a secret I have shared with no one."

"Go on." Eragon prompted. Cyril took a deep breath and began.

"When I was 19 I was able to escape the lord's dungeon. I ran to what I though was a safe haven. But when I saw all the soldiers I got scared and went and hid in a side room. There I saw two eggs. One was red." Nodding towards Murtagh. "And the other was white. I touched the white stone and I don't know what came over me. I took it and ran. Sadly I was caught a few days later. I was able to hide the stone, and to my surprise a white dragon emerged. I raised till it was too big to hide and I sent it to hide. I haven't seen him since. I named him, Joralie. I haven't seen him since…But I know he's here…somewhere."

"You mean…" Eragon stammered.

"Yes…I am a dragon rider." Cyril said, ashamed. Then suddenly there was a rush of wind and a pure whit dragon landed in front of them.

"I have come."

Cyril smiled and ran up to the dragon. The horse snorted in fear and tried to bolt but Cyril held it steady. The dragon lowered his head and Cyril traced a scar down his face to the tip of his nose.

"How I have missed you…"

An: I hope you enjoyed it. I told you that I'd explain the lord sooner or later. I hope you all like the twist. I didn't know how to fit it into the story so I'll just tell you now. Joralie is blind. I hope you liked it. Please R&R!!!!