Hiya! This is the last and finale chapter! I had so much fun writing this! First, I like to thank everyone who reviewed, favorite, and followed this story, also the ones who gave me ideas on what to write for the next chapter! I really appreciated it! Well, I'm not going to hold onto you guys much longer… so here's the chapter! Please enjoy the last chapter! I'll miss you guys! Please a review and favorite! Farewell and enjoy!

-Let there be midnight

ME NO OWN INHERITANCE CYCLE

Final Chapter- Back in Place

A silent pain filled moan filled the tent as a boy around sixteen years of age sat up in bed rubbing his forehead. His brown hair was extremely messy and him rubbing his head out of shear pain didn't help at all really.

"Ugg, I have such a headache…" he croaked as he opened his eyes to look around the tent, his brown eyes landing on the stuff frog that layed on his lap. Forgetting his pain for a few moments, his picked up the frog in confusion. "What's this doing here?" he asked himself with a slight tilt of his head as he inspected it closely. "Isn't this…. Angela's?" His eyes narrowed only for him to shrug as he got out of the bed with the frog still in hand. "Guess I'll go give it back to her…" he mumbled. Before he could even put his shoes on, a certain witch decided to run into the tent happily.

"Eragon!" she squealed loudly making the teen wince in pain as his head pounded harder against his skull. "Guess what I found!" Angela cried in a sing-song voice. Eragon glared at her, Angela yet to realize that he was back to being a sixteen-year-old.

"Angy-I mean Angela," he quickly corrected himself, finding that a tad bit weird. The witch turned around in shock as her eyes widened at seeing the familiar Rider instead of a two-year-old. "Why did you burst in here squealing like a little schoolgirl?" Eragon questioned her. Angela stayed silent for a few moments before she walked towards him and poked his forehead to see if he was real or not. "Ow! Don't do that!" Eragon shouted in annoyance.

"E-Eragon?!" Angela whispered in surprised. Eragon raised his eyebrow at her, wondering why she was so shocked at seeing him. Twirling slightly around in spot, looking down at himself as if he was seeing if he was himself before he stopped and looked at Angela with a slight smile on his lips.

"Yup, I'm Eragon." he replied, nodding his head in affirmation. Before another word could be uttered, Angela grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the tent in a hurry.

"Arya! Orik! Saphira" she shouted in a hurry. "Come quickly! Now!" At the demand, the three walked up to Angela only to freeze in spot.

"Angela… is that…" Orik trailed off, pointing at Eragon. Angela nodded her head at him before releasing her hold on Eragon.

"You guys are acting as if I suddenly died and came back to life." Eragon chuckled lightly. Saphira nudged him affectionately with her nuzzle.

Well, you kinda can say that. She mussed, a low rumbling coming from her throat. Eragon raised his eyebrow at her in confusion. For, well, the past month, you've been turned into a toddler. A two-year-old to be precise. Saphira explained. Eragon looked mortified at that as he tensed up.

"I-I…. What?" he stuttered, hoping he heard Saphira right. Arya sighed a she put her hand on her hip.

"You were turned into a toddler Eragon, and you weren't the only one." Eragon turned his attention to her, wanting to know who else was in the same predicament.

"Who else was—"

"Murtagh." Orik replied for him. Eragon felt his eyebrow twitch unconsciously that.

"How would you know Mury-Murtagh," He coughed to himself as if clearing his throat as his ears burned in embarrassment at the snickers he received. "How would you know he turned into a child?" Eragon asked shuffling his feet as they continued to smile at him in amusement.

"Cause, he decided to show up along with Thorn." Angela said with a hint of mischievousness. Oh no. That, that right there was not a good sign. "Eragon, do you miss your big brother Mury? Do you wanna go pway with Soley and him? I bet you could teach him ma ma!"Angela cooed in a baby voice. Eragon flushed red with total embarrassment as the memories of the past month started to flash in his mind, making him more embarrassed.

"Ange-"

"Aw! What happened to Angy?" Angela feigned sadness until her eyes trailed down to his hand where he still held onto the frog, a cruel smile twisting on her lips. "Looks like someone wants to pway pway with Fwoggy!" she sang in merriment.

"Angy!" Eragon cried out in disbelief, only to slap a hand over his mouth in surprise, his eyes wide. Saphira rumbled her deep growl-like-laugh while the rest finally left streams of laughter feel the air, Orik and Angela clutching at their sides as tears ran down their face while Arya tried to compose her laughter behind her hand. If possible, Eragon turned a scarlet red as his friends laughed at him. "Stop laughing!" he shouted, but they paid no heed to him. "I mean it!"

"Aw, is someone going to cwy? Why don't we get big brother Mury to cheer you up with his mud pies!" Angela cooed as she finally stopped her laughter, only to fall to the ground in a new fit.

"Why are you guys laughing? And why am I here? Where's Thorn?" a new voice asked them as he came walking up. Everyone turned their attention to the newly showed up Murtagh, Solembum trailing behind him.

"Apparently we were turned into children…" Eragon muttered in embarrassment. Murtagh looked at him in confusion, but felt wise enough not to question anything at the moment, hopefully he would remember… which he did, turning as red as Eragon.

"Oh…" was all Murtagh could say as Eragon nodded in agreement.

You two were devil children. I'm afraid that you scared me more than my pride would allow me to say. Solembum finally spoke up, sitting down and casually licking his as if it was a normal day occurrence.

"Aw, Soley is just gwumy because wittle Eragon won't pway pway with him." Angela cooed making the werecat hiss at her in annoyance.

Shut it witch! He hissed as he went back to grooming his tail. Eragon cough, catching everyone's attention.

"Um…" he started hesitantly, looking anywhere but at the people that were laughing at his and Murtagh's expense. "Never again shall we talk of this." he said, Murtagh nodding in agreement. "Never." Angela pretended to frown.

"Aw! But we can't! I had many pictures of you two drawn together! Even Eragon chasing Soley around with his stick shouting 'ma ma'!" Both Eragon and Solembum growled at her in annoyance.

They were never going to let those two live it down… were they?