A/N: HELLO! Welcome to Chapter 20! I finally have over 200 reviews! But… nothing. Hehe, and remember to check my profile and PM which story you want me to write after Half-Breed! And I will not apologize for not updating. I updated every day for 20 days straight, I deserved a break no? And I will not name names, but due who sent me a very angry message about how I was supposed to update every day...really man?

Krokodyl: Because they didn't have a cave troll

.9: 'Got to love the Circle of circles ;)'…. I don't appreciate you saying that when you don't know what it is. It makes me sad T_T

And remember to read The Hidden God and Switching Lanes!

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A-R-Y-A

She was awake, and had just woken up to someone saying the words, "Draumr kopa." Even though Arya wanted to see what was happening, the effects of sleep were still on her.

"Mother," a woman's voice said; Angela. "Good news. It started raining horribly so the three of us camped inside of a nearby cave. Eragon went to explore it and when he came back he said there was a fossil. Eragon and I went to investigate and found that it wasn't a human, or any other race that we know of. We kept going until we got to a bottomless chasm that had all sorts of gemstones embedded in the walls. It was a mine, or as Eragon said, a tomb."

"A tomb? How so?" Arya heard Selena ask.

"There was a room on the other side of the chasm, and so Eragon and I went into it. Eragon looked at the light, and then he could all of a sudden see again. But I really want to go back and investigate it… Anyway, we were about to leave when these really strange and ugly creatures tried to kill and then eat us. Eragon destroyed the stairs, set them on fire and his pants as well, and then leaped off the wall. All in all, he is good under pressure."

"And then…?"

"Well, we began to run again because the ugly creatures came from above as well, so I held them off. All I really did was tell them about the importance of how fungus can affect mountain lions and their offspring. They actually found it interesting before one said, 'Ubij go.' (Kill her) And so we ran, Eragon collapsed the cave, and now here we are."

"And where are Eragon and Arya?" Selena asked.

Angela looked back at her, and then turned her head back to the mirror. "Eragon's sleeping with Arya in his arms, although Arya isn't asleep."

"And how is she, and my granddaughter?"

Angela angled the mirror so it was facing her. "I'm doing alright, and the baby is…" Arya trailed off and reached her mind towards her little girl. Arya felt a sense of comfort, and when she tried to identify the source, she found it was that she was with her mother and father. "She is happy," Arya said with a smile.

Selena smiled as well, "Good, I hope that she will stay that way."

Arya smiled and nodded in response, but then closed her eyes once again. It was then that she remembered that her small form was tucked against Eragon's body, his encasing hers. He had one arm wrapped protectively around her abdomen, and the other under her head she was using as a pillow. Arya herself was resting slightly on her back and on her side. Her right arm was under his right arm, which was the one over her stomach, and her left hand was intertwined with the hand of the arm upon which her head was resting. If a total stranger was looking at them, they would see a picture of love.

Arya began to doze off again, and her eyes shut tight.

E-R-A-G-O-N

Eragon was awoken by Arya squirming in his arms.

"Somethin' wrong?" Eragon asked tiredly.

"Yes!" Arya shouted, and it made Eragon jump slightly. "Get your hands off me you slime!" Eragon immediately removed his hands and slid back two feet, just for good measure.

Confused was an absolute understatement. "Er..."

"Get away from me! And to think I slept with you!" Arya shouted. Was he dreaming? Eragon most definitely was dreaming, but he decided to go with it.

"Arya, have I done somethi –" Eragon began, but was cut off rather rudely.

"Shut up! You're the reason I'm getting fat here!" Arya shouted. And a tinkling laugh came from behind Eragon. He turned around to see Angela rolling on the floor laughing (get it?).

"What?!" Eragon shouted totally bewildered.

"Ah, it's started then! Clear off, blockhead," his sister said.

"Wait, what's started? What have I done?"

"Just get out of here, blockhead, or would you rather stick around? Just come back right away when I contact you, the next stage is even worse!" The herbalist said the last part gleefully. Wait, Arya was having pregnancy hormones, this early? Well, they were pregnant for roughly three and a half months so it did make sense. Slowly Eragon began backing out of the clearing, but Arya soon faced him.

"Where do you think you're going?!" The pregnant elf shouted.

"Umm, I was just going, to go relieve myself." Eragon said weakly.

"You can wait five minutes can't you?" Arya asked sternly.

"Why do I have to wait five minutes?" Eragon asked.

"Because I said so!" She shouted. Meanwhile Angela was on the ground laughing hysterically. Arya whipped around and began shout at Angela, while using this as a distraction, Eragon slipped out of the clearing. He began to walk at a brisk pace eastwards, towards the shores of Leona Lake. Soon enough, Eragon began to run, and his thoughts drifted to recent events. Creepy creatures that tried to eat him and his sister. That was strange. Killing Islanzadi. That was something he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over. Being tortured…

His mind still hadn't taken that part in yet, but when it did, he would be a broken soul. When he escaped Uru'baen his mind was a mess, but he distracted himself with work. Raiding Empire convoys, killing Empire guards in southern cities, taking in contracts to kill Empire nobles, he did all sorts of those things just to weaken the Empire. He was at Leona Lake now, and a surge of memoires came to him.

Ready to take a dive little one? Saphira asked.

You bet! Eragon shouted back with excitement, and the amazing blue dragoness dived from the air and into the lake, creating a massive tidal wave to wade towards the shores.

Eragon looked at the exact spot where the two had dived into the lake, and he could practically see her diving into the water. But she was dead, and never again would she fly. Without waiting for the message from Angela he began to walk back to the clearing, anything to dispel the thoughts of her.

He was soon trekking through the dense forest, not unlike Du Weldenvarden. The foliage was thicker and wilder than the home of the elves, and less friendly of course. All those nights that he had snuck Arya out of her room were proof to that. All sorts of animals would look at them and not even flinch when he stepped on a twig or the like. But these woods were different. There were no animals to be heard besides birds and the occasional scuffling of a small quadruped animal. He soon was in shouting distance of the clearing, and he was genuinely surprised when no loud noises could be heard. Eragon slowly neared the edge and without even looking to see if something was going on, he walked into the clearing and sat down on his and Arya's bedroll. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Eragon?"

"Yes Arya?" He asked with his eyes still closed.

"I am sorry for shouting at you," Arya said.

Eragon smiled. "Its fine, you don't have to worry." Arya sat down on the ground next to him and put her head in his lap. Eragon smiled and began combing his hands through her hair gently. Over the past eighty-nine years he had done this precisely sixty five thousand and twelve times, which was twice a day. For some reason he had counted every time he did this and the number never left his head. He gently ran his hands through her hair, untangling it smoothly and ridding it of knots.

"Where do we go now?" Arya asked.

Eragon sighed, "Not Varnalond. Mother and the rest can go there, but I really don't think the council will like either of us being there at all. As a matter of fact, I don't know where we should go at all." Eragon was still running his hands through her beautiful ebony hair, and she seemed rather relaxed. After ten minutes of him massaging her hair did she lean up and laid her head on Eragon's heart. He looked down at her, and saw her ever swelling belly and her angelic face. Arya was staring right back at him, and then she scooted forward once more and her head was on his shoulder, much closer to him now.

Eragon continued once more. "Well for one, you are not going into combat." Arya began to protest, but she was silenced when he put three fingers over her mouth. "You are pregnant and you will not fight. Secondly, we need to find some place besides Varnalond to help with the defeat of the Empire."

"And what about the Varden?" Arya asked.

"We need to go to a city they have not taken, but not Feinster. I know that is there next target. Belatona or Teirm definitely. Dras Leona is filthy, and no place for a beautiful and pregnant elf. Belatona and Teirm are very hygienic, and either one is the place where we want to be. Which one strikes your fancy?"

Arya thought for a moment before answering, "I'm not sure. Let me think about it for a while."

And they lapsed into a comfortable silence, before Eragon asked, "Where is Angela?"

Arya shrugged. "Something about a bear with antlers." Eragon laughed and they became quiet once more. He reached out his mind towards his mate and his baby, and Arya let him in immediately.

I love you little ones.

A/N: Ok, short I know but hey, I got writer's block. That should go away soon, but as usual, I like for my readers to have some sort of choice as to what will happen in the story. So, Teirm or Belatona? (I'm for Teirm) And chapter 21 or 22 will be a Memory Chapter, so also give me ideas for them. And I may have gotten Arya's mood swing wrong, but in all honesty, I have never been close to a pregnant woman before, and besides, if I was wrong (And I probably was), I could just say that elves mood swings are enhanced.