The next day went by without anything major. Ayiana polished her and Kveykvas armor in preparation of the next day's battle. Kveykva and Saphira sat in a clearing and talked all day. Eragon was walking around, guarded by the twelve elves, trying to find the men of Carvahall to talk with. Nasuada, Arya, and Orrin were busy with the final details of the battle. And the training field was alive with men trying to get in one last day of practice.

When Ayiana finished polishing the armor she left to find Angela. Together they talked about discoveries and memories they had. All the while Solembum slept on Ayianas' lap.

When the sun started to set Ayiana looked for Eragon and instructed him in the proper use of the Rock of Kuthian. After he had all the information memorized Ayiana returned to her tent to rest before the battle of Uru'baen.

No one slept easily or dreamed of anything that night.

The bugle of war rang through the camp, waking everyone in its' path. The camp was alive with the sounds of armor being donned, older veterans giving final words of advice to the younger warriors, commanders getting the men under them in order, Orrin and his cavalry getting their horses ready for battle, and the moans of many who knew that today they will have to fight against Galbatorix himself.

"May I speak with you?" Eragon asked Ayiana as she nibbled on an apple.

"What is on your mind?"

"I should probably mention a part of the future that Angela foretold for me." He said as he sat next to her.

"And what did she foretell?"

"That I would leave Alagaësia and never return." He said, looking down.

Ayiana frowned when she saw how depressed he was over this. "Eragon, not all her prophecies come true, in fact most are wrong and never happen. Forget that she said that, Eragon, and it won't happen."

"Are you sure?"

"Entirely. Battle looms over our heads, let us return to our dragons and prepare for battle." Ayiana said.

"I'll see you on the battlefield then."

"Oh, and Eragon, let me go after Galbatorix. He is much to strong for you to fight him."

"Ok, but if you need help, Ayiana, I will help you out." Eragon said over his shoulder as he walked to Saphira.

Smiling, Ayiana returned to Kveykva and climbed into the saddle.

"Ready to avenge everyone?" Ayiana asked Kveykva.

'Always was and always am. And let's not let Eragon and Saphira die today.'

"Wasn't planning on it. Why the sudden want to ensure they live?"

'Remember the name of my daughter I allowed to grow into a wild dragon?'

"Yes, Vervada, how could I forget?"

'It seems that Vervada had a daughter.'

"Saphira?" Ayiana asked, amazed.

'Yes. We still have family alive.'

"Well then, let's not loose the last members of our family." Ayiana said as the war bugle sounded once more and the Varden started marching towards battle in Uru'baen.

Within moments Galbatorix and his army were spotted in the mists that covered the battlefield. After a final nod to each other, Ayiana and Kveykva flew off to meet Galbatorix and Eragon and Saphira flew off in search of Murtagh and Thorn: while the two armies ran to meet each other on the field.

The next few seconds seemed to last hours.

Ayiana and Kveykva could hear no other sounds besides their breathing and their hearts beating fast, they could see nothing but Galbatorix flying at them, they could taste the sweet taste of revenge, they could smell the fear of the armies beneath them, and they could only feel each other as the distance between them and Galbatorix lessened.

Then the horrible truth hit them as Kveykva and Shruikan made contact and the two separate armies converged.

The two large black dragons scrapped each other with their enormous talons, bombarded each other with their tails, and bit at each other with the maws. The thunderous boom of dragon wings filled the air as they tried to gain altitude on each other. Ayiana could only hold on tight as Kveykva flew in intricate forms to prevent Shruikan from getting any higher than she was. Out of the corner of her eye Ayiana spotted Saphira battling Thorn in a similar fashion.

"Letta!" Ayiana heard Galbatorix yell. Kveykva froze in midair and fought furiously to free herself from the spell.

"Brakka du vanyalí sem huildar Kveykva un eka!" Ayiana yelled, hoping to defeat Galbatorix in a game of strength.

But his hold never loosened on them. Suddenly he tossed them to the blood-stained ground under them. Falling helplessly, Ayiana and Kveykva hit the ground hard and fell unconcious for a few moments. When they looked up to find Galbatorix they saw Saphira brawling with Shruikan, and Eragon holding a stone in his hands as he said something the Ayiana could not hear, but she still knew what he was going to do.

"Eragon! No! This isn't the right time! Eragon, stop!" she yelled, using both her voice and mind.

A bright flash eminatted from the Rock of Kuthian just after Eragon looked down to Ayiana. His eyes were wide in fear of the knowledge of what he just done, but it was to late. Ayiana covered her eyes from the sudden flash of blinding light.

Three screams were heard coming from the light; two were the screams of men, the other sounded like the scream of a dieing dragon; the same sound Ayiana remembered hearing over her mental connection with her Eragon and Bid'Duam when Galbatorix killed them.

"Sundavar." She yelled in order to at least dull the light. "No!" she yelled as she looked over to the very sight she feared to see.