(A.N.) First thing's first: Gotta give my thanks to all the wonderful people that reviewed XD

Dessert Maniac – *Face Palm* I honestly don't know how I forgot about that. Not that I'm trying to copy Inheritance in anyway, but it wouldn't certainly make sense for them to have encountered a storm. Your wish will be granted and I will be sure to add something along those lines in the next chapter :)

Elvendiath – Well he didn't kill all four of them, just one of them :) (I totally agree with you in that he probably wouldn't be able to take on four of them on his own). By the way, your wish will also been granted because I have decided to finally add in a lemon scene; it will be in the next chapter (most likely). Seriously sat down and thought about it long and hard and honestly, I suppose you're right in that they may not have tomorrow :).

Elemental Dragon Slayer – Hehe, idk maybe it's just me but I've always felt like Nasuada had some…feelings for Eragon. Again it might just be me, but sometimes the way she acted, it came off that way to me. Don't worry, she's all for Murtagh :). HAHA I know right? Sheesh, and I thought human women were difficult :P. Ok, ok I guess that was a lie; I did enjoy Nasuada's scenes to a point…but somehow I never felt very excited whenever there a chapter for her in the books.

Next, this is a long chapter and I do apologize for that. Really, it was supposed to be longer but I decided to cut it off at an appropriate time and continue it in the next chapter. Short segment of Nasuada in the beginning of this chapter :). Also, there's a character death I decided to put in at the last minute.

Question: What do you guys think about an Epilogue? If I decide to write one, it would take place a few months after the ending of this story, still need to work on some of the major details but I wanted to see what you all thought about it first.

Finally, a big thanks to everyone else that reviewed that I didn't mention up top^!

Enjoy XD

Ch. 15

Nasuada

"Jormundur, Roran…" She said their names with a stern voice, trying to hide the tiredness that threatened to take over her body.

"My lady." They both said, glancing at each other. They slowed down their horses as Nasuada came to a full halt.

"Alert the men that we will be making camp here and resting for the night." Nausada said, exhaling deeply. She didn't want to stop, but she didn't want her men to be tired before the battle had even started. This was it, the final battle that would decide the very fate of Alagaesia and all of her inhabitants.

"Right away my lady." Roran said while bowing slightly before looked at Jormudur who waved for him to go on ahead.

"Lady Nasuada?" His voice was soft, yet pressing at the same time. Something was on her mind and who better than her right-hand-man to find out what that was?

"Hmmm?" Nasuada replied, absently staring out into the vast, empty sky around them. The sun began its decent down, soon to be swallowed by the earth only to rise again several hours later.

"He will return soon, and with a way to vanquish that tyrant. " Jormundur said reassuringly.

Nasuada closed her eyes. "I hope so." She said before dismounting her war horse.

…

Thousands of tents littered the land and several dots of light were spread out sporadically. Her tent was conveniently pitched on a large hill that over-looked the army. Nasuada stood outside of her tent, still garbed in her light weight, elegantly designed armor. Her black hair blew gently in the breeze as her eyes drifted from the empty skies to the various tents that were spread out before her. She knew her people, her soldiers, were ready for this, but was she? All her life, all she knew was battle. She watched and learned everything from her father, and now here she was, taking his place and leading the Varden to victory…or at least she hoped so.

"No, victory is the only option. We've come too far, lost too much for this to end horribly."

Nausada took one more look at the sky before returning to her tent. "Eragon, you had better make it back home soon. We're all counting on you…"

Eragon

"I think this is it!" Eragon shouted as he stopped in front of the opening of a large cave. The entrance must have been at least a hundred feet tall as well as wide, certainly big enough to fit a dragon inside, and though it looked naturally formed Eragon had the strange feeling that it was really formed by magic.

"I believe you may be correct, Eragon." Glaedr said, responding to Eragon's unvoiced question.

"What for?" Eragon asked.

"I can remember little of its purpose and I am afraid that I will be of little help to either of you from now on." He replied. His mind had gently retracted from Eragon's, but he could still feel the presence of his master consciousness wavering. Eragon frowned but pressed the issue no further.

Instead he turned to the skies and looked for Saphira. He furrowed his eyebrows and cast out his mind to the surrounding land.

"Saphira…where are you?"

"Here." She replied.

A sudden gust of wind swept past Eragon and he had to shield his eyes as Saphira suddenly dove down into the canyon valley and landed gracefully by his side.

"A little heads up would be great." Eragon said, glaring at Saphira.

She only smirked at him and slowly made her way towards the entrance of the cave. Eragon sighed and followed his dragon into the darkness. As they walked deeper into the cave, the light from the entrance grew dimmer and dimmer and Eragon was forced to draw his sword. Whispering its name, the steel sword burst into bright blue flames, giving him a perfect torch and weapon incase monsters roamed the depths of the cave.

The temperature seemed to drop as they traveled deeper and deeper into the large and seemingly endless cave. "How big is this cave?" Eragon asked, wondering if they would have to rest before going on.

"As far as I know, it expands through the entire canyon and breaks off into several different paths. It would be very easy for one to get lost in, and as for the Rock of Kuthian, I know not where it could be." Glaedr said.

"Wonderful…" Eragon thought dryly to himself, making sure to close his mind off to Glaedr.

Eragon wasn't sure how much time had passed but it certainly felt like several hours. Just as he decided to stop and rest he noticed that path grew wider up ahead. Furrowing his eyebrows in curiosity, Eragon continued along their current path and suddenly stopped.

The path did indeed grow wider, but not by much. Eragon took a step forward and there was a sudden burst of light to his right. He jumped, pointing Brisingr in the direction of the light, but relaxed when saw that it was only a torch. All around the hall torches exploded into light and Eragon walked deeper into the center. When the last torch lit up, Eragon noticed that several paths broke off ahead of him and he silently prayed that he would not have to travel down one of those paths; he did not have the luxury of time to guess where the Rock of Kuthian could be.

Thankfully, he didn't have to. As he moved around the circular room, his eyes fell upon a part of the wall that looked subtly outlined in the shape of a door.

"Saphira…" Eragon whispered.

"I see it little one." Saphira replied, making her way towards the door-like outline.

Eragon slowly approached the stone wall and observed it closely with Brisingr held above his head. He squinted, thinking that he saw something in the stone before him, but as he touched the wall he suddenly jumped back as words began to form. Letters began to slowly burn into the stone, forming sentences. Eragon moved Brisingr closer and realized that he could read the writing. "It's in the ancient language." He said, not all too surprised.

"What does it say?" Saphira asked, snaking her head closer to Eragon to get a better look.

Eragon chuckled and nudged against her head. "Saphira, would you kindly move your over-sized body so that I may read what is written here?" Eragon asked, struggling harder now to suppress a laugh as Saphira huffed and stared at him in bewilderment.

"Are you calling me fat?" She asked in astonishment.

Eragon blinked twice and bit back a torrent of laughter. "What?" Eragon said incredulously. "No, of course not! But I can't read this with you in the way, you have a large shadow!" Eragon explained, motioning to the big shadow that was now covering the wall where the letters continued to burn; laughing between his words all the while.

"Don't change the subject." Saphria huffed. "You called me fat! I'll have you know that I am one of the most beautiful dragon's that ever walked Alagaesia!"

"Yes yes, I know Saphira. You are quite beautiful, but right now we need to read this." Eragon said, still amused by his dragon's self-consciousness.

Saphira grumbled and slowly moved out of the way so that Eragon could properly read.

"Here lies the Rock of Kutihian and the door into the Vault of Souls. Speak your name, and enter…"

Eragon's heart rate increased. This was it, they finally found it! So many months where its existence was mere speculation, it was good to see their efforts bear fruit. Eragon took a step back from the wall and took in a deep breath before shouting, "Eragon Bromsson!"

To which Saphira followed, "Saphira Bjartskular!"

...nothing happened.

Eragon sighed, it was worth a try. "I suppose we'll have to learn our true names." Eragon groaned and fell beside the stone wall of the cave. "But that could take years!"

"I am not so sure, Eragon…" Glaedr said.

Eragon jerked his head up. That's right, Glaedr was with them! Perhaps he could help find their true names!

"Only an elf can find your true name Eragon, and if you should ever find one willing enough to do so, then perhaps you should question that elf's true intentions. I cannot divine your true name Eragon, but I have faith that you can find it on your own, and that it will not take you years or several days even." Glaedr said, answering Eragon's silent question.

"You really think so?" Eragon asked in bewilderment.

"Indeed." Glaedr replied. "But not here. You must be surrounded by nature and not confined in this dark, musty cave. Let us leave for the outside land."

"What about you, Saphira. Do you know your true name?" Eragon asked as he stood up.

"…I think so, but I am not certain. I need to think on it for some time." She replied after a moment's pause.

Sighing, Eragon brushed the dirt from his clothes and proceeded to exit the cave.

Roran

A generously sized fire lay only a few feet away from Varden Commander, and he watched in silence as the flames danced in many directions.

"What are you thinking about?" Someone asked him.

Roran tilted his head slightly to his right to see his friend, Carn, taking a bite into an apple as he stared into the fire; his expression was blank as the sweet juices dripped down his chin.

"About Katrina…" Roran replied after a few seconds.

"Mmmm." Carn replied in a sort of understanding tone.

Roran sighed and looked down at that the dirt ground that separated them from the fire. "Before the army left I…I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright; that…that I would return safely. But I could not make such a promise to her. After witnessing so much death, I realized that it is folly to promise a loved one that you will live through a battle, or a war for that matter."

Carn said nothing as he took another bite into his apple and continued to stare into the crackling fire.

"Are you afraid?" Roran asked him, changing the subject.

Carn was silent for a few seconds before he responded. "Three days…only three days until we leave this camp to march on Uru'Baen." He whispered. Carn turned and looked at Roran. "In three days' time we fight in the single most important battle that will decide the fate of Alagaesia and its people. Does that frighten you?" He asked, implying his answer.

"It does." Roran replied without hesitation. How could it not? "But the knowledge that this war will soon be over outweighs my fears, I think." He added. "And it may be longer than three days my friend." Roran said with a light chuckle. "Lady Nasuada is determined to wait for Eragon."

Carn looked back at the fire. "Then let us pray that he returns soon."

"Aye…" Roran replied. The two friends continued to stay at the now dying flames until it was no more than a dim light in the earth. Throwing dirt onto the embers, Roran stomped out the fire and retired to his tent.

…

Roran awoke suddenly in his cot; a dagger in his hand poised to defend himself from an attack. What was is that he had heard? A horse? He remained silent for several seconds, staring blankly at the swaying tent wall before him. He sat up and listened, the only distinct sound that was noticeably heard by his ears was the sound of his own beating heart. After several more seconds of silence, Roran relaxed himself and rested his head back down on his pillow.

Before he was able to tuck his hunting dagger back under his pillow, the noise came again, and this time he was certain it was a horse neighing. Roran wasted no time as he clambered off his cot and dressed himself in his leather armor. Grabbing his hammer, Roran exited his tent and roused as many men from his company as he could before he untied his horse.

"Roran? What is wrong?"

Roran turned around to see Carn giving him a concerned look; he was garbed in a thick, hooded cloak, a small sword rested at his hip. Roran mounted his horse and turned to his friend. "A scouting party…maybe, I'm not sure." He saw a look of worry pass across his face. "Rouse the men and then follow me." He said, waiting for a few seconds and then heading off in the direction of the sound.

His company wasn't stationed far from Lady Nasuada's tent, so it didn't take him long to pass the hill where her quarters rested. He scanned the land, it was still dark but thankfully the skies were clear and the moon was shining bright; and so the Varden Commander had no trouble in seeing the large group of men that were now riding off in the opposite direction.

"They've most likely seen us." Roran said as he heard several horses approach him.

He could here Carn faintly whispering words of power and recognized them; Carn was putting up wards.

"What do we do?" One man asked.

"We go after them." Roran replied. "I want one of you to remain here, report to Lady Nasuada and inform her of what is going on.

"Yes sir." He heard the first man reply.

"Alright, let's go. We cannot afford them to return to Uru'Baen and report that the Varden army rests only a few days ride from their city."

"Wait, I have not finished putting up the wards!" Carn said. He began to speak faster now.

"We don't have time! Do what you can and finished the rest while we engage the enemy!" Roran kicked his horse lightly and was off before Carn could reply again.

"Faster!" Roran yelled.

Ten men were all he could muster, but it was the ten best men of his company; and with his own skills he had no doubt that the scouting party could be handled…but the soldiers of Galbatorix had a funny way of surprising them sometimes. They were close now, and Roran had to duck out of the way as an arrow suddenly flew out of the sky, barely scrapping his cheek. Roran grunted but shook off the insignificant pain and drove his horse to run faster. He yelled at one of his men, who immediately drew a bow and nocked an arrow. The man released the arrow, and Roran watched as it soared and disappeared into the night sky. A smile crept onto Roran's face as he saw the arrow hit its mark, and a soldier fell to the ground.

They scouting party wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. Maybe fifty or sixty men resided in the company. He wasn't worried about himself; after all it was he killed one hundred and ninety eight men almost a year back. But he wasn't sure how well he'd be able to protect his men.

They were closer now, perhaps only ten or fifteen feet away, and arrows were flying back and forth now and Roran withdrew his hammer. An Empire soldier rushed at him, his horse foaming at the mouth and the man's sword rose to attack. Screaming, Roran pulled his hammer hand back and thrust forward, shattering the soldiers wooden shield and most likely breaking the man's arm. He yelled out in agony and fell off his horse and Roran tore his eyes away as the man was soon trampled by several other horses.

Another man attacked Roran, and another and then another. All the soldiers that confronted him were all met with the same fate. As the scouting party's numbers began to dwindle, Roran turned to see Carn in the far back, maintaining spells and keeping up weak wards around his fellow men.

He suddenly turned to Roran and yelled something that was lost in the screams and shouts of the men, and Roran shook his head in confusion. Carn pointed ahead of him and Roran turned to barely dodged a spear that was aimed for his throat. Roran grunted and ripped the wooden spear from the soldiers hand, threw it to the ground and then smashed his hammer into the man's chest.

He turned back to Carn and gave him a thumbs up to which Carn returned him a smile. But his smile soon faded as an arrow imbedded itself into his chest, just above his heart and below the collarbone.

"NOOO!" Roran yelled. There were only about twenty or so men left, and Roran rode threw them, crashing his hammer into anyone he could. He could hear his own men screaming and yelling, driving their blades into the enemy soldiers. With the last of the men finished Roran leapt off of his horse, only to be stopped by one of his own men.

"What?!" Roran yelled exasperatedly.

"One flees." The man said, point off into the distance.

Roran turned his head to see a lone soldier running off on a horse. Gritting his teeth, Roran grabbed a fallen spear from the ground and, aiming at as best as he could, took a step back and arched his back; drawing in as much power as he could. He released the spear as his arm came up and his body came down; his throwing arm ending by his left hip. He watched as his spear disappeared into the dark sky and then suddenly reappeared before it struck the man.

Satisfaction flooded Roran's face. "There will be no survivors." He muttered angrily before turning and running off to his fallen friend.

"Carn? Carn!" Roran yelled as he fell down to his friends' side. He grimaced at the wound. The arrow went deep into his upper breast, blood spilled from the area.

Carn grunted and then coughed as blood trickled down the side of his mouth. "It's bad…isn't it?"

Roran shook off the look of worry and smiled at his friend. "N-No…not all!" He tried to say reassuringly.

Carn laughed, coughing in between."You're a terrible liar…Forgot to put a ward around myself." He admitted after a pause, chuckling in the process.

Roran's eyebrows met at a 'V'. "What?!" He said incredulously. "Barzul Carn! What were you thinking?!" He yelled.

"Had to keep you protected, didn't I?" He said in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

Roran gritted his teeth and released a force of air from his nose. His eyes fell up on the wound again and his anger dissipated. He quickly reached for the arrow and made to pull it out, but Carn stopped him.

"No…leave it…" He said. His voice was weak now, and he face was turning a faint blue.

"What are you saying, Carn?!" Roran yelled.

"It's…over for me. The wound is too great…and I am out of energy to heal myself…I—"

"No!" Roran yelled as he shoved his hands under his friend's body, getting ready to pick him up. The remained men stood several feet away, allowing the two close friends some time alone as they began to gather what they could from the fallen soldiers.

"It is too late, my friend. You cannot save me." Carn said with increased difficulty.

"No…" Roran whispered. Hot tears began to fall from his face, and he bit back the rush of sorrow that threatened to overtake his body.

"End the war, Roran Stronghammer, and see these days anew…with the family you have always wanted to have…"

"No…I cannot just sit here and watch you go…"

"It is…the way of things…I will…miss you…farewell…" As the words left his mouth, the light in Carn's eyes diminished, and Roran knew then that his friend had passed on, but the fact did not yet register into his mind.

"Carn…Carn?!" He said, more forcefully. And when his friend did not answer Roran's head, arms and chest all began to shake as the sorrow that threatened to burst forth earlier began to take control. As the tears fell down his face, Roran dipped his head down and cried into the chest of his friend. He was gripping Carn's thick, hooded cloak and as the seconds past Roran lifted his head, and then screamed into the night sky.

Eragon

He had left Glaedr's Eldunari in Saphira's saddle bag and began to trek through Vroengard. Eragon felt a shiver travel up his spin as he noted the large bones that were scattered throughout the land. It seemed…warped by magic. Although there was nothing visibly wrong the landscape itself, it sent a rather uncomfortable feeling throughout his body.

According to Glaedr, the bones were that of long dead dragon's from the Fall of the Riders. It made Eragon feel somewhat pleased because he was truthfully a little scared at what might have possibly killed such (until recently) unknown creatures, and if those monsters continued to roam the land.

Of course, Glaedr had told him to be on his guard as the magical classh of sheer power had altered the land over the century, causing new and stranger creatures to arise, though whether they were friendly or not was unknown to the golden dragon.

"Glaedr told me to reflect on my past…" Eragon thought to himself as he walked through the ruined cobble stones that littered the vicinity. He stopped and surveyed his surroundings. "This probably isn't the best place to do this." He remembered how Oromis had made him sit in the woods and observe ants as he studied to purpose of life. Looking around, it was obvious to him that there were no woods in his current position, and so Eragon was forced to retreat back to where they had first landed.

The grassy field spanned for several miles, but a wooded area could be seen not too far off from where Eragon was standing. As he walked through the forest, he noticed that most of the plants that inhabited the area were completely foreign to him. Several strange animal noises arose from all around him, either far off in the distance or within a few feet of him. He soon found a large stone that he guessed would be pleasant to sit on.

The forest was very different from the one's he had ventured in Alagaesia. He had always thought that Du Weldenvarden would be the strangest forest he would walk in, but he was clearly wrong. Clearing his mind, Eragon was about to close his eyes and expand his mind when suddenly, a rather large and brightly colored bird landed on a branch next to him. It was fairly large, with brightly colored red wings and a yellowish tingle to a long tuft of feathers that came from atop its head. A long beak graced its face, with short legs.

Eragon watched as the bird lifted one of its legs and began to nibble on it, until it caught his eyes and stared back at him. Curious, Eragon reached out to touch the bird. It flapped its wings wildly and cawed loudly, making Eragon cringe slightly at the high pitched sound. Slowly and carefully, Eragon extended his mind out to the bird and attempted to calm it down. He smiled when the bird relaxed itself and stopped screeching. It looked at him with a pair of bright yellow eyes that seemed to pierce into his very soul. Eragon shuddered slightly as the bird continued to stare at him for a few more seconds before cocking its head to the right and then suddenly flying off into the trees. An odd feeling crept over Eragon, it was almost as if that bird was looking directly into his mind. Like it knew him…

Shaking off the odd sensation, Eragon resumed his task at finding his true name. Taking in a deep breath, Eragon released it slowly and then closed his eyes while expanding his mind out into the forest. He took in every sound and smells he could and made sure to touch as many minds, of the animals that wandered around, as he could.

"Reflect on your past…" Eragon heard Glaedr's words echo through his mind, and just like that that his mind threw him into a world of memories.

…

He saw himself, crouched in his room in Carvahall staring at the small, blue colored dragon that sat before him. He saw himself reach out and touch it, and he remembered the searing pain that enveloped his body...

He saw his house burn down and he remembered the sight of his uncle's dead body lying on the ground, broken wood everywhere. And he remembered the pain that enveloped his body…

He saw himself traveling with Brom through the Western lands of Alagaesia and he remembered how impatient he was with the grumpy old man. He saw himself flying on Saphira and how the first time had scrapped the skin of his legs.

He saw himself entering the herbalist's shop and he remembered all that she had told him, remembered meeting the werecat, and everything that he had told him. He remembered the confusion he felt then, and wondered what his true purpose was.

He remembered finding the Raz'ac and chasing them down, only to be hunted by them in the dark night. He watched on as Brom threw himself in front of him, taking the blow of the dagger that was meant to kill him. He saw the Raz'ac flee, and saw a man enter the scene, the first time he had met Murtagh.

He remembered the pain that took over his body as he watched his friend and master die before him. He could still remember the hot tears that fell from his face that day.

He saw himself, now, at the Agaeti Blodhren standing beside Arya. Her raven black hair was properly tied back; the smell of freshly crushed pine cones was something he would never forget. He remembered the pain he felt when she rejected his advances yet again, and the childish things he said to her to give reason to their relationship. It was then, at the Agaeti Blodhren, that Eragon felt himself change for the first time, but he knew now that his name had changed yet again.

And so he went on…

He saw himself, crouched on his knees on the tall plateau that overlooked the Burning Planes. He looked up into his friends' eyes, wishing that he could save him. And Eragon realized now, that his name had changed once again as Murtagh revealed that his father was Morzan. The news was the worst he could have ever heard, and he hated himself for having such a father.

He saw himself sitting before Oromis and Glaedr, completing his training. And he remembered how he had finally created a rider's blade with the help of Rhunon. He remembered how he finally found out about his proper lineage. How devastated he was that Oromis had kept such information from him, how sad he felt that Brom had never told him, and the memory that Saphria had showed him. Everything changed his perspective, and Eragon's name had changed once more.

Eragon remembered seeing his master's death through the eyes of Glaedr, never had he felt such pain since the death of Brom or Garrow. He remembered his embrace with Arya at the top of that tower, and his love for her pained through his body once more.

As the images and memories leading up his current predicament rushed through his mind, one person's name stuck out the entire time. And after remembering when Arya returned his love for her, Eragon knew what his name was…

…

"I trust that you have found your true name?" Glaedr said to him as he ran up to Saphira.

Eragon nodded. "I believe I have."

He felt praise flow through their mental connection as Glaedr spoke. "Well done, now let us open that door."

Eragon, Saphira and Glaedr once again found themselves standing in front of the stone door. The small dome-like opened that enveloped them was illuminated by several torches once more.

Eragon cleared his throat and extended his mind out towards the door. Speaking loudly and clearly, Eragon shouted his true name and Saphira followed. For several seconds nothing happened, and Eragon was ready to curse what gods there were when suddenly there came a loud rumble as the ground shook before them.

Excitement flashed across Eragon's face and his eyes light up at the sight of the stone wall splitting into two doors. The double-doors opened up wide and a large gust of wind blew forth, momentarily forcing Eragon to squint and cover his eyes. A sense of fear over took him as the eyed the dark chasm before him. He glanced at Saphira before tentatively walking into the opening.

The space was pitch black, and as the rider and dragon ventured in further the doors suddenly closed on them. Eragon rushed towards the stone wall and rammed himself into it. He tried to use magic, but found that he could not remember what words to speak.

"No good…Barzul!" Eragon yelled, his voice echoing across the solid walls.

"We have only one option." Glaedr said. "We must continue onward." He finished, voicing the obvious.

Eragon brushed his free hand against the wall precariously. He had the strange sensation that he was about to fall. He turned his head to Saphira and was about to say something to her, when a sudden sharp sting punctured his mind. Eragon cringed and fell to his knees as the pain continued. Flashes of his past reeled through his mind, and he now realized that someone was looking through his past.

He could her Saphira groaning loudly too and he tried to sit up to help her, but to no avail. Gritting his teeth, Eragon mustered what strength he could and tried with all of his might to stand up. He surprisingly found it easier than before, but realized that whomever was probing his mind was now gone.

Suddenly, torches lit up around them and Eragon gasped in shook at the site before him. A tall, elf-like creature was sitting atop a large rock. His arms were folded across his chest and Eragon noticed that he was covered from head to toe with fur, much like Blodgharm.

"Forgive me, Eragon Bromsson and Saphira Bjartskular. I had to be sure it was really you that entered."

The elf's voice echoed throughout the room, but it was not deep, rather the elf sounded to be quite young.

"Who are you?" Eragon asked, taking a cautious step forward.

"There is nothing to fear Eragon, you have found that which you have been searching for. As for my name, it is not important."

Eraogn frowned. "I don't even know what I've been looking for! So how can I have found it?"

"You did know sub-consciously, you only needed the guidance to get here. Come, look for yourself." The elf moved out of the way and pointed behind him.

Eragon sheathed Brisingr and walked forward, his mouth suddenly opened wide.

"Oh, Eragon!" Saphira exclaimed in awe.

There, in a pile on the ground ahead of him were dragon eggs. There were no more than twenty or thirty, if Eragon had to guess, but the site was still spectacular.

"H-How…" Eragon asked in bewilderment.

I am afraid that it is not my place to answer that question for you, but there is someone here who can. And he is very eager to meet you." The elf replied. HE motioned to another corner of the room and felt his heart begin to race.

"Eldunari!" Saphira shouted. "Several of them!"

Eragon marveled at the sight, thought there were only a hand full of Eldunari, it was still a great advantage to their cause. One Eldunari stuck to him, and he leaned in closer to observe the bright white stone that rested in the center of the others.

"Eragon…"

He jumped suddenly as a deep voice echoed through his mind. He looked around the room but Saphira was looking just as quizzical as he was.

"Over here, Eragon…" The voice came again.

Eragon turned and his eyes fell upon the white Eldunari. "Hello?" He said hesitantly.

There was a pause before the white Eldunari grew brighter. "Hello Eragon…It is an honor to finally meet you…"

"Who are you?" Eragon asked.

"My name is Umaroth…and I have waited a long time for this day. There is much we need to discuss."

(A.N.) Alright, so Eragon, Saphira and Glaedr have finally made it under the Rock of Kuthian and into the Vault of Souls, finding a small amount of Eldunari and dragon eggs. I apologize if it sounds a lot like Paolini's books, I know I should probably be more original but I promise that I will change some things up here and there.

Review Please! XD

- Demonzmagic