A/N: Thank you all for you feedback on my latest Memory Chapters: The Battle for Ilirea. In all honesty, I thought I did a pretty damn good job writing it. But now here we are, after two whole days of being away from a plot chapter, here we are. And by the Circle of Circles Treaty, I hereby recommend that you read The Hidden God, which is a great read! If you don't like this (Which, by the way, if you didn't like this story you wouldn't even be reading this chapter)… Well I imagine all of you like this so I won't say anything.

Disclaimer: It would appear I am rather good at singing like a princess. Not mine

A-R-Y-A

It was probably a few hours before dawn, and Arya had just woken up. Thankfully it was not because of her pregnancy, but due to the fact that Eragon was shaking.

"Where's King Angrenost?!" Eragon suddenly shouted and Arya jumped. She looked at him to see why he was shouting, but he was still asleep and shuddering violently.

"Eragon! Eragon wake up!" Arya shouted shaking his shoulders, but he would not wake. "Help!" Arya shouted over her shoulder, and several people woke up and looked over in their direction. When they saw who she was leaning over, they all ran over. Murtagh arrived first.

"Arya, look at me. What did he just say?" Murtagh asked soothingly.

Arya was confused, why it would matter, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer me." Murtagh said forcefully.

"He shouted, 'Where's King Angrenost." Murtagh shut his eyes and began swearing violently. "What's the matter? What's wrong?" Arya asked.

"It's the Battle for Ilirea; he's going through it again." Selena said. "Go back to sleep," she said to everyone but Angela, Arya, and Murtagh. She could tell that they didn't wish to do so, as they wanted to be with their friend. "Sit down Arya," Selena commanded, and Arya complied and sat next to Eragon, their thighs touching.

Murtagh sat down right in front of Eragon and said, "He's in the citadel, he's wounded." Arya's eyebrows lowered in confusion; what was he talking about? Then after a few moments he spoke again, "Kialandí's heading your way." What in the world was he talking about?!

Eragon's head snapped up, as if seeing something that they weren't. Arya looked up as well, but saw nothing but trees. What was going on?!

"What is going on?!" Arya shouted, demanding answers.

"He is going through the Battle for Ilirea." Angela said.

"What do you mean?" Arya asked.

"He is dreaming the Battle for Ilirea. He is going through it again." Selena replied.

Arya was about to say something else, but Eragon raised his palm and shouted, "BRISINGR!" And an enormous swirl of light shot from his hand and hurled its way towards the trees. Just as it was about to hit a tree, a sudden cry of, "Adurna!" Stopped the swirl in its path. Arya was panting in fear now; nothing could happen right?

"Murtagh what is that thing?!" Eragon shouted, making Arya jump once again.

"I don't know, you created it," Murtagh said calmly. Then she realized the Murtagh was saying what he had told Eragon, and he was replying to him even though he was asleep.

"Murtagh cover me!" Eragon shouted. Arya wondered…

"Why does he need cover?" Arya asked.

"He was trying to think of a way to stop the black hole," Murtagh replied.

"Eragon created a black hole?!" Arya shouted incredulously. That was impossible; how in the world could he have created a black hole?!

"Yes, but it was an accident. He accidentally created a miniature sun which collapsed in on it, thus the black hole. But wait, he's about to speak," Murtagh said.

And no sooner had he said that, had Eragon shouted, "I got it!"

Asking the other three, mainly Murtagh as he was there. "So how did he stop the black hole?"

"Black holes have to die naturally, and magic is natural. He used magic to age the hole to its death that it was destroyed." Murtagh responded.

"Andrann du dath!" Eragon shouted. He had shouted 'age the hole', and Arya presumed it was the spell used to age the hole. "Letta," he barked.

"Alright, you can ask questions now." Murtagh said. "He won't be speaking for another hour or so."

Arya had so many questions, but she didn't know how do get them out. Finally she managed to get one question out. "Why?" It was weak and feeble, yet so large a question at the same time.

"Why what? Why does he go through these nightmares every time he goes to sleep? Why does he recount them over and over again until he tries to avoid sleep longer and longer each time? Why what?"

"I don't know… What is going on in his head right now?" Arya tried.

Murtagh took in a deep breath, and then launched into his explanation. "As of now, he is slaughtering the humans under Galbatorix's control. Not fighting, slaughtering. His revenge was so heavy at the time, and he killed over a thousand soldiers."

"And what about before?"

"We were defending Ilirea, and I had already killed two of the Forsworn, while Eragon had killed one. Eragon killed Kialandí as you know, and then stopped the black hole. But before all that, we had been fighting for a week and a half. Eragon and I were fine, even though we hadn't slept since the Battle of Doru Araeba."

And so for the next fifty five minutes did Arya ask questions. Twice she threw up. But when Murtagh said Eragon was about to begin again, her blood ran cold. And so they waited, and Arya was hugging Eragon fiercely now, refusing to let go of him.

"Eragon, come on. Everyone's back inside the city," Murtagh spoke. Even though Eragon's eyes were blindfolded, you could see the fear and anger on his face, even though his eyes were covered.

"Two days Murtagh," Eragon said.

"What?" Murtagh asked, although Arya knew that Murtagh knew what he was talking about.

"Two days; I can't wait two days to get my revenge." Eragon said again.

"You are not going to provoke them into coming here! You will be risking the lives of thousands of men." Murtagh said to Eragon.

"I'm not going to get them to come here; I just said I can't wait to get my revenge. Two days is far too long." Eragon replied. Arya was devastated; was he so hell-bent on revenge at the time that he didn't care if he lived or not?

"You don't have a choice brother, we have to wait, recuperate, and then defend again." Murtagh said.

Eragon scoffed in his sleep, although it sounded more like a grunt than anything else, "What's the point, we aren't going to win this battle. Over a hundred dragon riders have already died defending Ilirea, and there are only twenty left. We are the only ones even on par with any of the Forsworn."

Murtagh shook his head, "You are right, we aren't going to win this battle, but I'm not going down without taking them with me."

Eragon smiled in his sleep, "You and me both brother." Did they actually know they wouldn't win the battle yet they still fought? Either they were very foolish or very brave, probably both.

"And that's it for now Arya. Since he doesn't speak for the next two hours it shouldn't be too hard to wake him. Give it a shot." Murtagh said.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "How?"

Angela smirked, "Oh I don't know, maybe, KISS HIM?!" Arya covered her ears at the loudness of the herbalist's voice. "I heard it's a rather effective way of waking people up, unless you want me to kiss him?" Angela asked innocently.

"Go away Angela," Arya growled.

Angela 'hmphed' but complied, and then Murtagh and Selena walked away too, just to give her and Eragon some privacy. Moving from their original position against Eragon's chest, she made it eye level with him. He was restless in his sleep, and that only made Arya want to kill every person who harmed Eragon. She pulled his face to look at hers, and slowly inched forward. When her forehead was touching his, did she finally bring her mouth to his. She slowly, ever so slowly, moved her lips against his. Granted it isn't that easy to kiss a person when they are asleep, but when they wake up, it's totally worth it.

Eragon stirred slightly, and so Arya moved her head so it was on Eragon's shoulder. She smiled when Eragon wrapped an arm around her shoulders. In turn she scooted downwards so her head was over his beating and her left arm draped carelessly over his abdomen.

Thump. His heart was beating, and Arya found the noise strangely comforting. Thump. Arya closed her eyes, and focused solely on Eragon's heartbeat. Thump. It was such a warm sound, making her go into a deep sleep.

And then it hit her like a dragon. "Eragon!" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Put your hand over my stomach." He did so without hesitation. "Now reach out your mind towards the baby." Arya felt his confusion at first, but the anticipation. She felt Eragon's conscious brush against hers, and she realized that he wanted her to be with the baby as well. So she followed his trail, and he hesitated before entering the baby's mind.

Go on, she won't bite. Arya said teasingly.

And with Arya's words spoken, he reached into the baby's mind and stopped stone cold. She could feel his awe and joy. But most of all, it was pride. Proud that he had created a life with the woman he loved, proud that he was going to be a father soon. Arya entered both of their minds as well, and they sat there, as a family.

The night before may have been enjoyable, but it was nothing compared to the next day. Arya was not trying to comfort Eragon with their child's mind, she was simply basking in the fact with being with him. They were riding at full speed; twelve people and eight horses. They were riding north-west, heading towards the Spine for cover against the Varden, as of course, everybody was terrified of the Spine. The Spine may have haunting and gloomy, but that was no reason not to go in it or even fear speaking its name.

If you looked at the group of eight from a distance, you would see a cloud of dust moving on horses going fifty miles an hour. If you saw eight riders in general riding as fast as possible and they weren't bearing the Empire crest it was going to arouse suspicion. But they were risking it, as they hoped the Empire would be too busy fighting the Varden to gather up enough strength to kill them. They were a fearsome group, all hunched over on their horses and going as fast as possible would strike fear into any man's heart.

However, their one comical problem began when they reached a ditch. It was no ordinary ditch, but twenty feet across, probably about fifty feet deep and extending as far as the eyes could see. All of their horses neighed and skirted around.

"Should we use magic to cross?" Yarbog asked.

Yaela shook her head, "No, it would cost us strength we need. We should jump across. Any objections?"

No one spoke, and one by one they leaped across the ditch, then waiting for their magical horses to jump over as well. The last ones there were Kvistor, Arya, and Eragon.

Arya could see Kvistor was nervous about making the jump, even though half-breeds and elves could jump a large distance, it may not be so much due to the dwarvish in him.

"Would you like me to throw you?" Eragon offered.

Kvistor held up a hand and said, "Nobody tosses a dwarf." And then he ran forward and leaped. His jump was graceful yet stocky at the same time, and perhaps that is why he missed. His feet landed at the very edge of the ravine, and he lost his balance and was beginning to fall backward. Luckily Blodhgarm grabbed him by his beard. "Not the beard!" Kvistor shouted, but Blodhgarm hauled him up by the beard anyway.

Arya however was nervous about the jump. She could fairly easily make the jump, were she not pregnant. Eragon walked over and smiled.

"Not going to offer to toss me?" Arya asked coyly.

"Now would I want to toss you?" Eragon asked with a smile on his face. And before she could react he pulled her onto his back and leaped across the ditch, even though he was blind. The horses soon followed, and with a lot more grace than Kvistor had.

After everyone had lifted themselves up onto their respective horses, did Arya asked Eragon, "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How did you grab me, jump across the ditch, and yet you're blind," Arya said incredulously.

Eragon laughed, but not at her. "It is quite easy. Sight can often hinder ones movement, while smells, feels, hears, and tastes often guide people better, even if they do not realized it."

Arya was surprised by his words, but said nothing about them.

All was quiet as they rode on, but the voices of Angela and Selena broke the silence.

"It won't work. Twelve people, six half-breeds traipsing across the countryside will attract too much attention," Angela said.

"I agree, we cannot all go to Carvahall." Selena said, and then announced to them all. "There has been a change of plans. We cannot all go to Carvahall without arousing suspicion. Only three can go, Eragon most definitely. Who else?"

Arya's hand shot into the air immediately, as did Angela's and Blodhgarm's.

Selena smiled, "Arya will go. But Blodhgarm, you are more wolf than animal, how do you expect to hide yourself?"

It was clear Blodhgarm had not thought of that, and his hand lowered. "Then Angela and Arya shall accompany Eragon to Carvahall."

"Wait!" Arya shouted. "Where will you go?"

"We will go back to Varnalond, and prepare for war," Selena said. And so Selena removed herself from Cadoc and walked and swung up on her father's horse. Angela, Arya, and Eragon were lined up on the north, while the rest were lined up on the south.

"Goodbye, I hope to see you three soon!" Selena shouted.

"You as well mother," Eragon said with a smile. Angela said nothing, but she presumed she was contacting everyone else with her mind.

And thirty seconds later, after several farewells from their friends, did they turn around and gallop south.

"Alright! Who wants to play a game on the road?"

A/N: Not my best work, but it is a filler chapter. Anyway, be sure to read The Hidden God! The LOTR quote is really obvious in this chapter, but tell me what it is!