Hello I am back. Like I said, my hours on the computer are sadly limited now (good fucking deal, eh?) and I am bored as hell. So I have about an hour left on it, I'll try to finish the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inheritance. You would not be reading this if I did.

The small army walked for a few hours before stopping and eating a bit after noon. Arya had noticed Eragon was touching a small maroon pouch around his neck quite often. She walked over to him and sat beside him. She pointed to the pouch curiously. "What is that?" She asked quietly.

Eragon opened his mind to her and thought, Glaedr's eldunarí. Arya nodded, realizing why he payed so much attention to it.

"Glaedr is quite calm now, although still has hysteria attacks when I bring up Oromis." Eragon murmured. Arya could understand this, as she still acted odd when someone brought up her father, King Evandar, or her mother Islanzadí. She knew Eragon was also uncomfortable mentioning Garrow or Brom or Selena, loved ones that had died for him.

Eragon.. There is something I need to tell you. Saphira said, landing beside her Rider and Arya. She projected her thoughts to both Arya and Eragon, apparently finding her trustworthy of something serious.

Yes, Saphira? Eragon thought, immediately interested. She and Arya knew he was just thinking of his father, Brom, and knew this had something to do with it.

Brom… He was your father, you know that. And you know he trusted me with secrets that you weren't ready for. There is one that he told me to give you once you were ready to defeat Galbatorix.

And what would that be, Saphira? Arya asked for Eragon, who was speechless. He had thought Saphira had shared everything with him from Brom.

Saphira hesitated. Can I trust you to keep it safe?

Yes. Eragon managed to say.

…Brom had kept his dragon's eldunarí. He had given it to me for when you were ready to kill the bastard king… May we step a bit away from the army?

Arya pulled Eragon up off the ground and walked away from the army with Saphira, nobody noticing as they left the area. Saphira turned her sapphire body away from the army, her way of turning her back. She winced and from her chest came a glittery Heart of Hearts.

Brom's dragon was also named Saphira, and she was the same color as I. Brom told me many stories of her. This is her Heart of Hearts, Eragon. Treat it well. Eragon barely caught the stone-like thing before it hit the ground, and was all too shocked when he heard Glaedr's voice come into his mind.

It's one of my pupils… Eragon, put Saphira into my pouch. The new eldunarí hummed, and an unfamiliar voice came into his head. Hello, Eragon. Brom has told me much about his son through this connection.

Yes, I have. Brom's voice entered his head. Eragon's head went up. Brom!

Hello, Brom. We haven't talked in a long time. Eragon realized Arya could hear everything that he said, and almost blurted out something he didn't want her to hear. He kept his mind shut to that area.

Brom's voice chuckled. My Arya, we have not. You are well, I see…. He searched the two elve's minds and became rather surprised. Ah, so you two have been mates for a bit over half a decade? I never thought you would get together… but then again I have been wrong before. Sifting deeper as if their minds were fine sand with a valuable jewel hidden in it, his consciousness jumped. A child?! Eragon, you know better than to do that-

Brom, it was my fault. Arya's voice started to shake slightly, although she could not feel any loss for her mother as she still did for her father. Islanzadí died and Eragon was the only one who could reach me. I had started the relationship by kissing him that night, as I would fall apart if I did not have support at the time. Eragon went to bathe the next day, and I came along because I could not ignore my feelings for him any longer. That was the night I took his virginity, and he gave me our child who we call Kaïdon. I did not know until after three weeks that I was pregnant however, as my dragon Bhronnë had told me.

Brom quieted. He still should know better than to have sex with an elven princess, queen and king now as I guess you two are mates. You do have a rather strong bond… I give my blessing upon this relationship, no matter how much I disapprove of the speed of it.

Thank you, father. Eragon said. This is the first time I can greet you as my father, and I am glad you were him.

Brom grunted. I must go now to the world of the dead. My Saphira is getting tired holding me here like this. Your dragon has much strength, Eragon. I give you my eldunarí with a good feeling, and trust you will keep it well. Farewell Eragon; Master Rider, King of Elves, Vassal of the Varden, member of Durgrimst Igneitum, Mate to Arya Dröttningu, and my son. Goodbye Arya Dröttningu; Queen of Elves, Second Rider of the New Time, Mate to Eragon. I wish to give you advice when you need it, so keep me with you at all times. Brom's voice faded and the eldunarí began to glow sapphire as Eragon united it with Glaedr's golden stone. He bid farewell to his father and turned back to the army, which was marching away. Arya stepped onto her dragon as he took off once more, Thorn was still flying in the sky as he was not called by his Rider.

"Would you like to ride now?" Saphira said, speaking aloud. Eragon got onto her back. "I wish not to speak for awhile, as I must ponder what has just happened."

Eragon felt immensely powerful, as he had just gained a second eldunari hidden from Galbatorix. He planned to release the dragon's souls to the world where they belonged with their deceased Riders, but letting go of his father's voice… Eragon was not sure he could do that. He went into a dramur kopa, a dream stare, as elves often do when they think.

Eragon awoke from his dramur kopa, seeing a battlefield staked just a few hundred yards away from where the Varden set up. He thought he saw Angela sneaking into their meal tent, as she had at the Battle of the Burning Plains, but these men had no pain. They would keep fighting until their bodies quit working. They could not feel temperature, a reason why some of Galbatorix's soldiers were running around in underwear. He stepped off of Saphira, saying hello to Horst as he passed the man.

The enemy's army was massive, big enough to crush the Varden if they had known to protect themselves, especially their neck as that was that was the target. Many torches were lit on their side of the no-man's land, and Eragon caught a disgusting glimpse of a soldier burning himself alive, laughing with glee as his face became nothing more than liquid, like wax dripping from an upturned candle. The smell of burning flesh soon reached his nostrils and he gagged on the vile scent.

Roran approached him. "You know the men got no pain, right?"

"Aye, Roran. I remember seeing it in you mind." Eragon checked his cousin's defenses, and the barriers were strong, filled with his love for Katrina. He still loves her as much as when I rescued her with him… more even. He had the same feeling for Arya. Just then he felt someone unknown to him try to crack his mind. He attacked with icy daggers, stabbing the intruder and fortifying his defenses with his extreme passion for Arya. He heard the enemy yell his name, telling it to Eragon. He stopped the attack.

Sorry, Jormundur. I did not recognize your consciousness. He apologized.

Aye, it is fine. Nasuada warned me about your attacks. You love Arya that much, then?

Aye. More even.

Well that is amazing. Imagine what she would feel if she saw that.

Eragon shrugged. What is your reason to contact me?

I was scouting and saw a black dragon flying in the distance. The sun was setting so I couldn't be sure if it was the other egg or if it was Shruikan, as it would most likely be the king…

Thank you I had noticed it too, just tell our forces to be wary tonight and guard their minds guarded. Galbatorix has arrived with all he has.

--

Many of the Varden were restless that night, knowing that the black dragon was nearby just made them terrified. None of them were afraid of dying, but afraid of living through the night to have the memory to keep.

Eragon sat down next to Murtagh and Arya. Eragon studied is half brother curiously. He had pointed ears, and looked like an elf much more than the last time he had seen him. His jaw and cheekbones were still mostly human, and Eragon realized that they would not undergo transforming into an elf's light build until many more years after being a Rider. He had been a Rider with Saphira for close to twelve years, and Murtagh had been a Rider for three years less. But then again, he had been to the Agaeti Blödhren and transformed into the feline-like elven shape, speeding up his growth as an elf by nine years at the time. He was now fully elf, beside Arya with no less training than her. She was a better sword fighter, but she had inherited the ability and he had been practicing for over ninety years less than him.

He laid back, Arya immediately curling her head onto his chest. Murtagh smiled at the sight, opening his question into his mind. How long have you two been together? I thought you would never get along.

About six years.

Amazing. You still love her?

Yes. More than when we became mates.

Murtagh paused and sighed. I cannot have who I wish to…

Eragon was surprised as he showed him an image. Nasuada? He looked over the picture, seeing where is mainly looked over. Do you love her just for her breasts, my half brother?

Murtagh's cheeks flamed. No! That is just where I was looking at the time.

Ah. Eragon snickered. I love Arya's body shape also, but I had loved her for a different reason at the time. I didn't know why I wanted her to be mine at the time… but we just are good together. It's chemistry.

Well she has Jormundur…

Eragon patted Murtagh on the back with his foot. You'll be fine. You will find someone Murtagh. I have loved Arya since the age of fifteen... now look at me. I am twenty-seven and have achieved my goal. Soon you will find someone. I will sleep now. A private image flitted across their connection and Eragon blushed furiously.

Murtagh winced, trying to shake off the image furiously. WHY did you show me what Arya looks like naked?!

I am sorry! I meant to hide that… Please forgive me.

Fine. Next time you'll have it coming though.

Eragon smiled and fell asleep, getting rest before the dawn when he would battle the most powerful magician in the history of Alagäesia.

--Dawn.

Eragon woke and stretched his hands, finding Arya's head still on his chest. He breathed in deeply and she twitched. She was in her dramur kopa. He heard her take in a sharp breath and he spoke in a calm voice.

"Good morning, Arya."

She didn't stir. "You should have told me you were awake."

"I did. By breathing." Arya laughed at Eragon's comment and brushed the dirt off of her armor. Most of the army was awake, a few still waking up. Arya had guessed they had woken before dawn, as the first rays were beginning to trickle into the horizon, slowly lighting up the land of Alagäesia. She pulled out a map, finding that the battlefield was approximately seventeen miles from Urû'baen. She smiled at the luck.

"We can rescue the dragon egg from his damned castle as soon as we kill the man." Arya said with glee.

"You may not be strong enough as soon as we are done killing him, remember? I will wait for you to gain your energy before we retrieve it." Eragon's statement made Arya cross her arms in stubbornness, but she gave in to him.

The army was ready. Everyone was preparing to rush when they heard a mighty roar from the opposite battlefield. The black dragon rose from the ground, its mad Rider holding his gedwëy ignasia to the Varden.

Arya, Eragon and Murtagh leaped onto their dragons as they rose into the air, preparing for Shruikan's wrath. The black dragon's consciousness broke Saphira's. I will not breathe fire onto you, dragons. Only my damned Rider will attack. I will only be carrying him and dodging your attacks. I promise that fire will not erupt from my jaws to kill any but my own troops if you free me of this bastard and I may be a wild dragon once more. I will not be able to help clawing you until the words are spoken. The ancient dragon broke its contact with Saphira and she relayed the message to the five others in the air. Arya nodded, a bit nervous at the last statement but erased the feeling from her memory, putting forward confidence and courage.

Shruikan breathed a black tongue of flame towards the dead zone, a mighty growl escaping with it. Both armies charged as the dragons flew at each other, three versus one.

Arya braced herself as Shruikan charged her and her dragon, going for the youngest first. The black dragon slammed into the emerald one, both the same size but Shruikan having much more ability. He ripped at Bhronnë's leg, but Bhronnë would have none of that. He clawed Shruikan's side, making the dragon roar in pain. Arya shot an energy bolt from her palm, the emerald magic approaching Galbatorix at amazing speed. However, when it reached him it dissipated with a flick of his hand.

Shit! Arya thought. She felt Saphira and Thorn Slam into Shruikan, trying not to injure him too much as not to kill the dragon. He was fighting against his will.

"Ah, there you are Murtagh. I was looking for you. I should have known you would come to the Varden." Galbatorix said in his deep voice, flicking black magic energy to the ruby dragon. Murtagh and Thorn dodged it by an inch. Eragon stopped attacking Shruikan's side and flew away a little, then Saphira blasted forward, gashing Galbatorix's side deeply. Blood spattered on her scales and Galbatorix roared in pain, quickly quieting himself. He spoke words in the ancient language and was healed instantly.

"Now you'll lose everything, Galbatorix!" Arya yelled. She breathed in a deep breath. (I don't know if these are the correct words some may be made up) Calmly, she spoke the first spell. "Losna du eldunarí fra sem Shur'tagal un sköliro fra dir wiono. Losna dun ga du Helgr Kiernot." Release the eldunari from this Rider and shielded from him forever. Release them to the World of the Dead. Arya fell onto her dragon, laying on him with gasping breaths, fighting to stay conscious. Eragon looked at her in worry, concern the only feature displayed on his face.

Suddenly screams erupted from the battle below as men could once again feel pain. Galbatorix collapsed onto his dragon, writhing in disgust. "MURTAGH! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THOSE WORDS WHICH DISOWN ME OF MY ELDUNARI!" He sat upright, seeing that Murtagh was sitting upright and so therefore could not cast the spell. He looked to Eragon and saw he wasn't down either. Slowly he turned to Arya, who still lay gasping. "Oh. It was you, elf. Well, prepare to die in misery!" He began to speak until he realized he could no longer cast the spell, as it would kill him.

He resorted to speaking one of the thirteen death words, Arya easily blocking it. She whispered, knowing he would hear him. "I may have no energy, but I can still protect myself." Thankfully Galbatorix was too angry to notice she had a ward. She entered Eragon's mind. Eragon, I need to take energy from Aren, your ring, to finish the job .I am asking your permission. Eragon immediately granted it, filling Arya with power. She felt fully energized now as she had before the last spell. Knowing it was only borrowed magic, she knew to use it quickly. She sat up, chanting the next spell.

"Dragshla Shruikan abr dir Shur'tagal! Losnar du gedwëy ignasia fra Galbatorix!" Disown Shruikan from his Rider. Remove the gedwëy ignasia from Galbatorix. Arya let the magic come from her, and she blacked out, her delicate-looking body falling onto Bhronnë's scales. Bhronnë stopped attacking so Arya would not fall off of his back. All backed away as Shruikan felt freedom work into him. He turned upside down as Galbatorix stared at his palm, which had become normal-looking after thousands of years having it marking him. He fell off of the now wild black dragon, and Eragon cut off his head as he passed. His body fell to the ground, and Eragon held the head by its hair.

The Varden cheered, no knowing Arya had blacked out as she removed his powers. Shruikan approached Bhronnë in midair calmly. When your Rider awakes, if she ever does, please give her my great thanks. Tell her that her prowess as a magician exceeds my damned Rider's when he was without the dragon's Heart of Hearts, and I admire her bravery. Also that the dragons who she sent into their belonged place thank her deeply, as they are reunited with their Riders.

Bhronnë nodded. Shruikan flew a bit higher before speaking again. I will see you around Alagäesia, my friend. Shruikan flew away, towards the Hadarac Desert as that is the appropriate home for Dragons.

Galbatorix's men were discouraged, but fought on after a few minutes. They all thought if they could kill the Varden one of them could lead the land. But despite their courageous thoughts, they had no immunity of pain. Just a sword clashing against his own sent them to the ground wailing. The Varden fought on, confident they would win as the screaming soon became less. Murtagh and Thorn swept the enemy army, breathing ruby fire over the men as they melted, falling to their scorched knees dead.

Eragon went to Bhronnë and grasped Arya with one hand, placing her carefully on Saphira. "Go on, Bhronnë! Kill the men that murder the elves and humans!" Bhronnë roared, soaring to the army with Thorn, an emerald jet of flame escaping his mighty maw. "Saphira, land!" Saphira slowly lost altitude until her claws touched the ground. Eragon leaped off of his dragon with the dead king's head in one hand, Arya wrapped around his body and supported with the other. "Saphira, join your dragon friends in your rightful place."

Saphira roared. Those murderers will burn! Burn!!!! She pushed herself off the ground wit ha snarl, approaching the east side of the enemy and releasing a thin white jet of flame. The men screamed and tried to run, only impaling themselves on the Varden's or their comrade's swords. Many were eaten up by the flames, the smell of burning flesh even reaching the dull noses of humans. Many put bandanas over their mouths and noses, continuing to fight hard and strong. Galbatorix's men lost hope, but didn't turn tail. The army was soon gone, the very last man.

The Varden picked up any of their dead that they saw, which was still many in numbers from the beginning of the battle. The elves found three dead, and the rest of the people's forces were bloody and wounded. The healers began to spread out, most of them elves, and heal as many wounded as they could. Nasuada was getting a bleeding wound on her temple healed when Eragon approached her, throwing Galbatorix's head to her. She caught it, knowing Eragon would have cleaned it before throwing such a disgusting sight at her.

"Thank you, Eragon." She noticed Arya in his arms and gasped in horror. "Is she dead?!"

Eragon shook his head hesitantly. "I do not know. She is the one that removed Galbatorix's powers as a Rider and sent the eldunari in his control to join their Riders in the world of the dead. Shruikan is a wild dragon now, and flung off the evil man for me to let my blade meet his neck." He felt the battle had gone by rather fast, although it had lasted more than a day. "Bhronnë said she may never wake again." Eragon felt warm, salty tears stream down his face.

Nasuada walked over to him, the wound healed. She held him as he put his head on her shoulder and openly cried.

How was that? Now I know the battle scene was a bit short, but I'm not too good at those. So, review. I MAY NOT HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER UP UNTIL AFTER AUGUST SEVENTH. I AM GOING ON A MISSION TRIP WITH MY CHURCH SO I KNOW I WILL HAVE NO INTERNET. Goodbye for now!