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The Doom of Innocence

(This place needs a good spring-cleaning…)

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Eragon: HEY! WAKE UP!

Saphira: (lifts wing) I was having a nice dream…

Eragon: (glares) I was suffocating! And now I'm just plain ol' hungry! (tries to get up) Ow!

DISCOVERY!: (stick)

Eragon: AH HAA! (picks up stick) (uses it as a crutch) Hey… (stares at deer scampering by)

Deer: (wags eyebrows) (scamper!!)

Eragon: …this is the place I hunt… (sniffs air) Still smells like burnt popcorn… What I wouldn't GIVE for some burnt popcorn right now!

Saphira: (rolls eyes) Stop being so dramatic. Hop on, I'll bring you home…

Eragon: (rips off shirt)

Saphira: What did I say about nudity last night? Hmmm?

Eragon: I like the healthy breeze, it's quite liberating... (stuffs ripped pieces of shirt into pants)

Ripped Pieces of Shirt: (protect wounds)

Eragon: And besides, you're the one who hurt me! (accusing stare) (climbs on Saphira's back)

Saphira: Wool chafes, that's not my problem… (flaps wings)

Narrator: And she's off! Saphira dives up and down, around a tree, over a hill, and through the woods! To Garrow's house she goes…

Eragon: (in pain)

Blood: (trickling down his calves)

Eragon: (shouts) LAND HO!

Saphira: (peers back at Eragon) (confused stare) Land where?

Eragon: In the fields!! (points) (spots the farm) (eyes widen) GASP!!

Garrow's House: (blown to smithereens)

The Roof: (strewn across wide area)

Lawn Ornaments: (ALL SOO DECAPITATED) (scattered everywhere)

Eragon: (falls off Saphira) (winces) Ow-ow-ow-ow! (stumbles over gnome head) OWWWIIEEEEE!!!! Uncle!! (tries as hard as possible to run to house) (ends up limping pitifully)

Saphira: (looks around farm) This place needs a good spring-cleaning…

Eragon: Garrow! (sorts through the remains of the kitchen) (pulls kitchen sink off Garrow)

Garrow: (smoking) (burnt) (charred) (crispy)

Eragon: (sniffs) (scrunches up nose in disgust) Garrow, have you been eating rotten fruit again?

Saphira: (digs through rubble) (stares at Garrow) I think it's dead… (sniffs body) (cringes) It's dead… (nods)

Eragon: (glares) Don't say that! Can you carry both of us to town?

Saphira: If you think I'm going to play Clydesdale you've got another thing coming…

Eragon: (bats eyelashes) Please? For me?

Narrator: And so she was hitched to a wagon, it was hard to drag the wagon town for the wheels were broken and it plowed a deep gash in the road. Not being able to go any further, but close enough to see town Saphira stopped…

Saphira: Your turn! (quickly bites the leather straps in two) I can't carry him any longer and the road can't take it either. Bye! (ditches Eragon) (flies off into the sky)

Eragon: (stands) (winces) Bloody Dragon…

Eragon's Legs: (in extreme pain)

Eragon: (glares at sky) Fine! I have to do everything myself… (pulls Garrow off the wagon)

Eragon's Stomach: (HUNGRY!!!)

Eragon: (pulls Garrow toward town with much difficulty) How can you weigh so much!? You're charred crispy! (stops and takes in a breath)

Eragon's Stomach: (I'm going to eat myself now!!)

Eragon: (sighs) (starts dragging Garrow again)

Eragon's Legs: (pain)

Blood: (trickling down legs)

Eragon: OWWWCH! (spots Brom)

Brom: (running toward him) (yelling incoherently) (waving arms wildly)

Brom's staff: (is flung to the ground)

Dried Blood: (caked on the side of Brom's head)

Brom: (grips Eragon's shoulders)

Eragon: (passes out)

Narrator: End chapter… (eyes Brom wearily) I think Brom has taken his coffee habit to a whole new level…