Ha, well, I did try at a chapter with Murtagh's apology but I got stuck...

So instead I summed it up and put in something else that does end up being important in the end of this story. This is a kind of short chapter yet I'm updating this after nearly a month of nothing...

OMG, I'm SO SORRY about not updating in forever! Almost a month... well things have been crazy, and like, two weeks ago I told myself I would update the next day, but that went on for a week and then I forgot. I'll update again in about two days, and it will be a better, longer update. So until then, enjoy this one xD

P.S: Thanks for reminding me EragonPeep, I for some stupid reason said the colour in chapter 29 and not here, so I switched it over to here. Must've been early morning when I wrote this and chapter 29 or something and I didn't think about it as I was updating or something... and as for how I described the colour, I had to think about grammar usage so if I'm wrong (which I'm sure I am), could you say what it should be? (because 'brightly shining' doesn't sound all that great, but 'brightly shone' seems just as awkward. Or is it that I need another comma... gah, whatever, if someone knows, say what it should be please ) It's been years since I've been in such a tough spot grammatically... 0o). Until it's fixed, it'll just sound weird.

For the rest of the week, Darcie went back to training with Murtagh upon his apology and explanation... and a few choice words from herself. Things had started to go smoothly between them again, almost as if nothing had happened. As the days passed by, there were more watchmen coming and going with news about the location of Galbatorix's army, and more of the people were getting ready for the battle they didn't know when would happen.

As the days drew closer, Darcie was haunted by premonitions - or dreams, she wasn't really sure anymore - of Murtagh's and Eragon's deaths. The day before an entire fortnight passed when Darcie asked about the army of the Empire's distance from the Burning Plains, a surprise came to everyone.

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"IN THE NAME OF ALL GODS, LADY NASUADA!"

Eragon came running around the castle and went inside. People started forming around the front entrance of the castle curiously, wondering what shocked Eragon so. Darcie has seen the crowd and walked forwards curiously and stood just behind the large crowd that just seemed to be growing.

"What's going on?"

Darcie looked over her shoulder and saw Murtagh.

"Eragon ran into the castle screaming 'in the name of all gods'..."

"Well you don't see that every day," Murtagh cut in with a shrug.

Darcie smiled and looked back at the door that had been flung open. Guards walked out and pushed the crowds back. As Eragon walked behind King Orrin and Lady Nasuada, he noticed Darcie's light blonde hair behind the mess of people. He beckoned her and Murtagh, and they ran up to him and followed.

"What's going on?" Darcie asked.

"It's... you won't believe me if I tell you, but you'll be shocked!"

They were now running to keep up with Orrin and Nasuada. They rounded the corner and went into the building where they found Kazryth and Saphira. In Saphira's talons was a large, oval...

"An egg?!" Darcie wobbled on the spot, nearly fainting in shock.

Nasuada stood in front of Saphira, unsure as to if she should get near. Orrin walked ahead, but a growl from Saphira stopped him. She managed to walk around Orrin and to Nasuada. She held out the egg to the leader of the Varden. Darcie looked at it, amazed. It was such a beautiful colour. It was the colour of gleaming white, the kind you would see in brightly shone grey-white necklaces. After a moment of thought, Darcie recalled the name as silver. The white veins of the egg were hardly noticed because of the shimmering silver of the shell.

Take her Saphira said.

"It's a female?" Nasuada asked. Saphira hummed in response as she carefully passed the egg to Nasuada, who took it with great care.

Darcie looked at Kazryth with a bright smile.

This is great - you're technically a father now.

Technically not until she hatches.

It's like saying I'm not going to be a mother until I have my baby.

Baby? It was as if Kazryth had never heard the word before.

You know, a 'little one', small child...

You might want to think about that.

How so?

You'll see...

"This is great news! We are eternally thankful, great dragon," Orrin said. Saphira merely hummed in response.

"We should show this to the people," Nasuada said.

Darcie chuckled when she saw Eragon's awed expression. He had been speechless the entire time, probably shocked at the fact his dragon had done such a thing with Kazryth and not even telling him; it was an unlikely thing that Saphira would do after all. As they walked away, Eragon stood where he was before.

"Coming?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah..."

The two caught up with the others and made it to the front of the castle just in time to hear the choruses of cheers about the news.

Come on, tell me what you mean! Darcie begged.

You will see, little one. Be patient and you will understand.

But...

I apologize, but I cannot tell you.

Cannot or will not?

Will not

Darcie grumbled, but didn't question it anymore.