Hi, the first four chapters of this story was written by Foxfires Fighter. But I will be continuing on from chapter 5. Sorry, I forgot there are five chapter including the preface. So please enjoy.

I know this has been a long while coming but my beta and i both became super busy with work. Also i would like to answer the question as to why people who were or are dead now in the original series are alive now. I'm just following the plot of overthrowing the king, i need the other characters to make it work haha. If some people are still reading congrats, i'm not going to give a time frame as to when the next chapter will be posted but probably sometime in september. Without further stalling, here is the next chapter.

Chapter Three

Morzan paced in his palace study waiting on his master to come to the mirror. How infuriating, he thought, the plan was going perfectly with the other creatures he had offered them to take. The Elvin royalty didn't even recognize him, what idiots they were, or how distracted he should say. His master had the perfect plan, offer them a false way out of the corner to draw them into open fire. All ten of his creatures had had extra bands put on to give them energy so they could be presented without collapsing. They would have lasted long enough to fool the elves into false security and then BAM, they could have had them. Growling to himself he kept glancing at the mirror. How angry would master be with him, the boy they chose wasn't supposed to get in the way. What idiot that handler was who brought him out. No matter, that handler died for his mistake, ruining a perfect plan because that bastard needed exercise. The idiot should have looked into its cell and seen him flipping, running, and doing hell knows what to stay in shape, he didn't need any damn exercise. Groaning in frustration Morzan calmed when he filled a glass full of whisky and sank down into a plush chair. After several minutes more of waiting a face appeared in the mirror.

"Greetings, Morzan. Has the plan been successful at fooling those rebellious elves?"

Wincing Morzan lowered his gaze before his master. "Not exactly, Master. They ended up taking Eragon instead."

"What?! How could that happen? I thought I specifically told you to give the weak ones to them. How did they get a hold of your wife's bastard son?! All those experiments on him will make him a challenge to defeat, what the hell happened?" his master snarled.

"Well, it was going according to plan until one of the handlers took Eragon for some exercise in the arena. He then bolted towards Islanzadi and her daughter and I was going to kill him but they intervened. The price they offered was too high for me to refuse without raising suspicion, and it was obviously clear that I dislike the boy enough for them to believe I wanted to keep him for sentimental reasons. I had no choice, Master, forgive me. Although I did tell them to never take his bands off so he will be weaker, we added on another three cense the last time I spoke with you," Morzan said quietly towards the angry red face in the mirror.

Sighing, the man in the mirror still radiated rage. "Morzan, you are the last of my forsworn, I thought I could trust you to take advantage of the situation and give them what we agreed upon giving them. If they bought the thing from you they didn't recognize you, you should have used that. Fix it, Morzan, or consider yourself an enemy of my empire." With those final words the face in the mirror disappeared, only looking slightly less red from his rage.

Heaving himself out of his chair and towards the small slit window that occupied part of the wall in his study, he looked out into the dreary rain filled sky, watching as the drops of rain pelted the ground relentlessly in a furious attack.

If I believed in the Gods, Morzan thought, I would think they are trying to drown what's left of this once glorious place.

Morzan knew the reason the elves didn't recognize him was because of Galbatorix's carefully thought out plan to conceal him away forever with a new body and face. They conquered this land when the creatures were just starting to take advantage against the normal people. He and Galbatorix wiped out half the creatures' army in one blast from their dragons. He closed his eyes, remembering his dragon when she was alive, not while she was lying there on the cold bloody stone helplessly feeling the life drain from her limbs. Morzan's fist clenched. He wasn't able to do anything then but now if the opportunity ever presented itself he would kill his dragon's murderer. Just like every day he kept on living.

Morzan glared out in the direction of Algasia and muttered quietly, "Just you wait, Brom, I'll get you yet."

Eragon watched amused as Arya tried to close her mouth at his outburst. He was trying extremely hard not to smile, from her reaction of shock and the older elf's reaction of outrage he could only assume that such comments were not given to the elves at all.

Pity, he thought, that might have better prepared them for me because I sure as hell am not watching what I say around them.

Stretching, Eragon snuggled into the moss glad to finally be out of that horrid little cell he was kept in.

"Just what do you think you're doing? I have questions for you know that I know you can at least make comprehensive sentences," Arya growled at him. Eragon felt he owed her something for getting him out of there so he complied with opening one of his eyes to gaze at her in expectation. In his head Arya's thoughts were going crazy, all disjointed and confused but one that kept coming up repeatedly when she thought of him was 'arrogant bastard'. So Eragon now wondered if he should tell her that he could hear her thoughts.

Nah, he thought, this could be fun.

Izlanzadi's scowl intensified at the young creature. What a lazy thing he was, he couldn't possibly be good use to anyone. Flicking her gaze to her daughter she could tell Arya was frustrated with him as well. Izlasadi's own head was starting to hurt, first from the chilling palace, and now from an arrogant little child.

"Arya, I'm going to leave you and the creature alone to go clear my head. Will you be alright?"

Casting a fast glare over to her mother Arya grated out as evenly as she could, "Of course I will, he can't come near me, remember?"

Arya watched as her mother glided away through the woods and out of sight. Turning her attention back to Eragon she noticed that now both of his eyes were open and he was gazing at her intently.

"What?" she growled at him, watching as he rolled over onto his stomach, still continuing to stare at her. "You're starting to disturb me with the constant eye contact, so lower your eyes." She was surprised when he obeyed her command. "Now I have a few questions for you and you are going to answer them, understood?"

Eragons gaze now was fixed on the ground, and he knew he should answer her questions, he did owe her something after all. "Very well." He sighed, choosing to raise his eyes to her legs at least; the ground was awfully boring to watch.

"Are you capable in a fight? You'll be doing a lot of it, so we need to know if we can rely on you and your skills."

Blinking at her legs Eragon almost didn't hear the question. "Uh, yeah, I'm a fairly good fighter. Haven't lost to anyone yet and I was sort of made to fight so, you know, I should be able to hold my own in any battle you need me to partake in. However, I should tell you now that I am not a violent person so I would prefer to stay out of any battles Consider me as a lap pet. You can cuddle me all you want, just don't put me into any battles." Eragon was tempted to shake his head to clear it, when did it get this fuzzy? I wonder if that was considered a blabber. I've heard about them but not being able to speak limits my chances of making such a mistake, he pondered. Bringing himself back to the present he caught the end of her next question.

"… are you?"

He couldn't help it he had to look up at her. She was looking at him expectantly. Oh right, he thought. Questions. She was asking me questions. Well, too bad with that one, the 'are you' part makes no sense to me whatsoever, and her thoughts are only annoyed, hmmm…nope, no help from her. Damn it, I'll have to ask. "Uh… am I what? Sorry, I wasn't able to catch that one."

Arya's annoyance at him increased, she flicked her gaze at him and he did, indeed, look to be flabbergasted at what she could have said. "How old are you, Eragon?" she repeated. When he didn't answer her yet again she risked another look down at him only to find him chuckling almost silently to himself. "Did I say something funny, creature?"

Halting Eragon glared up at her, her insult was well placed in reminding him that he was the pet and she was his master. She could live without him very easily, but he wouldn't be able to live without her now. If she didn't want to admit that he was a person, too, to make herself feel better about the situation, that he had already grasped to be a war that he was going to play a part in he guessed, then he would play along as the stupid animal they thought they purchased.

"Oh, forgive me, Mistress, I have no clue how old I am. I cannot count, or perform tasks that are at a high level of thinking. I am your dog, here to do only as you wish." Eragon then made a slight show of lowering his gaze back down to moss beneath him as if humbled to be in her company.

"I see you're done answering my questions for the night," Arya scoffed. "Very well then, sleep, we have a long day of running ahead of us and we will not be slowing down for you."

With that said Arya promptly turned around, rolled out her bed roll, and seemingly went to sleep. Eragon watched as he breathing seemed to even out and her thoughts quieted. After a few minutes Izlanzadi came back and did the exact same thing as her daughter. Both women now laid by the crackling fire. Eragon couldn't sleep, he was restless, his first day out of that cell and he was being dragged around by two Elvin women who wanted him to fight in their war apparently. His heart wouldn't be in the war, it was hardly able to work as it is. Blasted tests did a number on him through the years. Eragon's eyes strayed back over to Arya, and he couldn't help staring at the few tendrils of ebony hair that peeked out from under her blanket.

Strange, he thought, how peaceful she seems when she sleeps. Perhaps she's not as dreadful to be bonded to. I could be worse, I could have let one of Morzan's little minions do it; it would have been fun to drive them insane.

Eragon couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped his lips. Looking around, he hoped he hadn't woken them. But, no, his little outbursts hadn't even phased the elder elf. Arya, on the other hand, had turned to face him, her eyes wide open and staring at him. Eragon startled, jumping back. Unfortunately he forgot about the little shield that kept him near her, slamming into it.

With a small groan Eragon slid down the invisible wall and flopped onto his stomach, grumbling irritably. Every so often he'd cast a glare at Arya who, of course, was still staring at him.

I wonder, Eragon mused, if she's still asleep or doing that on purpose just to make me want to crawl in a dark place and never come out.

In all truth it was actually working. The only problem Eragon faced was that there were no deep dark holes in sight. Sighing he turned back to her. She had sat up now and was casting her gaze into the forest with furrowed brows. Taking in her alert posture and the fact that he could hear her thoughts, he, too, perked up looking into the forest. He hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary, but then again he was weakened by those stupid silver bands. Getting up quietly he made his was over to her, getting as close as the shield allowed.

"What is it, do you think?" Eragon whispered. Arya shook her head, motioning for him to be silent. They waited, surprisingly Izlanzadi didn't even wake up. It seemed like forever they were waiting for something, anything to give them a sign to what was there. Hours ticked by and the sun was starting to finally appear over the horizon, when Eragon dubbed Arya to be hearing things. He huffed and curled up near the shield.

"Well," Eragon yawned, "that was a way to spend the night, get some rest now, Green Eyes, from what you were talking about yesterday we have a tiring day ahead of us."

Arya looked over at the strange boy and watched as he rested his head on his arms. She was confused as to how he could be hostile and cold one minute, to warm and caring the next. Did he just give her a compliment with the whole 'Green Eyes' comment? Settling back onto her bedroll' she couldn't help thinking how she might like how he had called her 'Green Eyes'.