sorry peeps, i've been procrastinating, :P

i've been wondering, should i continue with the sequel on this story, or start a new one with the sequel??

tell me what u think, i need to know soon!!

claimer: totally the same as the other claimers for this story, :D

66.-Dawn of the Day

Dorran's hard scales scraped against my armor as our army strode towards the black gates or UrĂ»'baen, keeping to the shadows so that there was less of a risk of opposing soldiers spotting us. The werewolves slinked in front of the elves, their fur and armor barely visible in the pre-dawn light. The humans snuck behind the elves, their armor padded with leaves seeing as they weren't as skilled at sneaking as the others.

I can't believe it's finally time to act against the King; it seems like just yesterday that we met. I thought to Dorran as we stood on the top of the hill overlooking the scene playing out below us.

It's funny how one little thing, like me stumbling to your house, can change your entire life forever. He thought back, his muscles rippling as he stretched, preparing to fight.

Whatever happens next, I don't regret any of it, except for my grandmother's death of course, but I see now that that couldn't have been prevented. I do wish I knew who had killed her though so that I might repay the favor. I clenched my fists, imagining my claws raking through the murderers flesh.

Dorran looked back at me, his dark eyes understanding and determined.

When this war is finished we will hunt down those murderers and do whatever it takes to make sure that they don't harm anyone ever again. He growled and I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on the cold metal, the pale light causing it to shine with a yellow tint.

You are aware of just how much I love you right? I asked him, the smile on my face stretching wider as he nuzzled my cheek with the end of his nose, which was about the only part of him that didn't have armor, as well as his wings of course.

I love you more. He growled back and I laughed, turning to see Eragon and Saphira clamber up the hill to stand beside us, their bodies covered in silver armor and their faces grim with the thought of battle.

I doubt that's possible. I thought back to Dorran, then sat up straighter on his back.

"Are you ready?" Eragon asked, his face barely visible under his war-hammer marked helm.

"Born ready." Dorran and I replied in union just as ferocious battle cries rose from below as the invasion began, soon followed by the clang of metal on metal and the outraged growls of the wolves.

"Good luck." Eragon said, then climbed onto his dragonesses back and took flight, Saphira's wings causing a tornado of leaves to swirl around them from the force.

Are you sure you want to do this? Dorran asked and I rolled my eyes in response.

No, Dorran, I want to go back home right now and hide under my bed. Of course I want to help fight for the land! I grinned savagely as he swept his dark wings up, then leapt into the air and flapped down, the air filling his wing membranes and causing the wind to thrum with the force.

My back itched to sprout wings and fly on my own but I remained seated in between his shoulder blades, fingering my sword anxiously as we soared over the trees and towards the huge wall-enclosed city with the towering castle in the middle.

I still don't see why I'm stuck on your back while you get all the fun. I hissed as the screams and shouts grew louder as we flew closer.

Dorran sighed in exasperation, we've been over this before, we want to seem as if we're not that much of a threat, seeing as Shifters are considered more powerful than the Riders. Just sit tight, you'll get to have some fun soon, don't worry. I felt his anxiety as he said that but didn't know why he was worried, I knew he wasn't scared about dying; perhaps it was just the welfare of the land?

What's worrying you? I thought to him, my finger trailing the ivory spike in front of me.

He stopped traveling forward and hovered in mid-air, his onyx eyes fixed on me with such intensity that I felt the need to turn away, but couldn't bring myself to.

You're worrying me, I'm afraid that you'll get hurt and I won't be there to help you. He whispered and I felt tears form at the corners of my eyes, but I angrily brushed them away.

Don't be concerned, I'll be fine, and so will you. We'll get through this and our land will be saved. I just wonder what we'll do after it though, go and live with the elves? The Varden? The werewolves? If anything, be concerned about the future right now; because this battle is gonna be easy. I thought to him, unsheathing my sword and preparing to fight.

Let's just hope it's going to be simple, and we can think about the future after, but right now, let's fight! He roared, then locked his wings and dove down, the ground and the many battling soldiers rushing up to greet us with swords and spears. Dorran gave an earth-shaking roar and let loose a bout of liquid flame at the King's soldiers who fell screaming to the ground, their flesh burnt and armor melting from the heat.

I laughed as Dorran rolled so that he hurtled through the air upside down and I sliced at the people with my sword above me head, the blade cutting easily through their meager protection and drawing blood to stain the metal.

Suddenly my heart beat slowed and my eyes zeroed in on the silvery souls that were drifting away from their now dead bodies and I felt a hunger inside of me overtake my body. Dorran sensed my mind change to one of an animals' and he quickly flipped back over and ascended, his dark wings pumping frantically as he dodged arrows and spears aimed at us. My bones were vibrating uncontrollably until I couldn't take it any more and I stood up, balancing easily on Dorran's back while he looked back at me with alarm.

"Don't even think about it!" he roared and surged up quickly, making me lose my footing on his armor and fall on my stomach. But before I could sit up an arrow pierced the thin membrane on one of his wings and he jerked, hissing in pain and anger. I lost my grip on the metal and slipped around, still clinging onto his neck, until I was underneath him and hanging on for dear life.

"Kalanie!" he hissed, and tried to grab onto me with his front claws, but I looked up at him and smiled.

"Now it's my time to have some fun." I laughed and let go, watching his stricken face grow smaller as I fell. I flipped over, looking at the surprised faces below getting bigger until my bones started rearranging themselves, elongating and enlarging. Silver scales rushed over my body and wings burst out of my back once again, the sensation exhilarating as the air filled my wings and I soared low over the opposing army.

I roared a battle cry that shook their armor and felt the molten heat run over my forked tongue and splash against their frail-looking bodies. I dodged between the flying arrows although some still clashed against my armor. A soldier was sneaking up behind one of the elves and I swung my spiked tail at him, throwing the enemy against one of the house walls. The elf looked up in surprise and smiled, and I realized that it had been Boden.

"Watch your back stupid!" I called, laughing, then flew up to meet Dorran who was waiting for me above. I grinned at him then we both spiraled down, our vision combing until we saw what each other saw, and twisted around one another until we were flying side by side and our mouths were spewing flames, his with a dark tinge, mine almost silvery, at the terrified soldiers.

Suddenly a rain of arrows and spears showered us, tearing our wings and causing us to fall to the ground clumsily.

Ugh, why didn't we see that coming?! I screeched at Dorran, tearing at the metal-encased bodies around me and aiming at their legs and throats with my fangs. A sword suddenly caught me along my cheek and I hissed in pain as it ripped at my scales and blood welled along the gash.

Are you ok? Dorran asked, preoccupied with a particularly buff King soldier who had managed to mount a horse and was stabbing at Dorran's flank with his sword. The dark dragon quickly dispatched of the man by killing his horse first, but if the armor hadn't been indestructible he could have obtained some nasty injuries.

Just fine, I replied, roaring in outrage as I was suddenly attacked on all sides, their weapons tearing at my fragile wings to the point where flight would soon become impossible.

Then all of a sudden all the men around me just dropped dead, as if they had all gained a fatal blow to the head. But then a heard a roar from above me and saw Saphira streak past, and made a mental note to thank Eragon for saving me in the future.

Kalanie! Dorran! Murtagh and Thorn have just turned up, you two want to take this battle to the skies? Eragon's voice broke through both mine and Dorran's minds and we grinned at each other, clearing the area of fighting men, then taking off painfully on damaged wings, wincing as the wind tore at the jagged slits.

We surged towards Saphira who was advancing towards the blood-red dragon, his rider's dark hair billowing in the gradually growing light, his eyes wild with the hunger for death. Three dragons against one? Totally easy.

But then two other forms rose quickly from the castle battlements and my heart plummeted. Two more dragons had joined the fight, one as dark as Dorran, the other an earth-colored brown. The black one had a rider, his onyx armor shining with the thirst for blood, who I identified at once, King Galbatorix. Two other strange creatures flanked the three dragons, looking like a cross between a dragon and a bird, and their riders between bird and human, their beaks glinting fiercely as their shrieks pierced our eardrums.

And then suddenly, the odds didn't look so great.

there will be more fighting, sorry if the battle scenes suck but i've never really written one before so just kinda hang in there!

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