A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! …Don't know why I did that at all really. MWAHAHAHA! *Sigh* I'm gonna keep this short, but I don't want to beat around the dragon on this one. And if you aren't reading this right now, this may get your attention. READ THIS RIGHT NOW! IT IS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT, POSSIBLY MORE THAN THE THIRD IRON MAN MOVIE!

Half Breed is ending soon, yup, the story is almost over! Then I can start writing whatever wins the poll! I am estimating up to thirty chapters and about 70k+ words, so the words are numbered. You will soon find out why.

And, the poll will be taken down the day after the last chapter comes out, so everyone has a chance to read it and vote if you haven't.

Read Hidden God by my good friend Middleearthmidget, and Switching Lanes, by Elemental Slayer of Funky Lookin' Dragons. Look on our community as well.

Disclaimer: I am sooo not in the mood, NOT ME'S!

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"Yoo hoo! Wakey wakey sleepypants!" A certain annoying witch's voice was what aroused him from his sleep. He rolled over on his side only to find it blocked a lot of black hair.

"Ah!" He shouted backing up, slightly startled at the sight. His shouting woke Arya up from her slumber, and he could tell she was about to go back to sleep, until her eyes fell on him. She immediately sat up as fast as her pregnant belly would allow, and faster than light can possibly travel, her hand connected with his cheek.

"Didn't I tell you not to get hurt?!"

"Well I –"

"And what did you do when you went out?!"

"It wasn't my –"

"You got shot by some magical arrow!"

"Arya!" He said forcefully, "It was not my fault! I have a lot of enemies in Alagaesia… And I still owe Rhunon a pair of knives," he added in an undertone. "Never mind, the point is that it could've been anybody who recognized me, and then shot me. No big deal… well mostly. After all he could be a pirate from another land looking to harm a not-so-innocent soul, or a Reaver! Nasty things they are, you don't even want me to go into detail with those things."

He stopped when he realized when he was getting off track and sounding far too much like Angela. But right when Arya was about to say something, a knock sounded on the door. Eragon grabbed Brisingr from the table in the corner, while also sitting Arya down behind the bed, much to her displeasure.

Leaning against the door, he used a voice much unlike his own, so he wouldn't be recognized.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Eragon? Are you using the stupid accent again? Teirm didn't like it a hundred and twenty years ago, and I highly doubt they still do!" A man on the other side shouted through the door.

With a smirk on his face, he pulled the door open to reveal Bratona with a grim smile upon his face.

"What is wrong?" Eragon asked.

"I myself do not know, but it is not pleasant. Bartolommeo, my spy for the General, has heard that he his near the front of the citadel, shouting something out to the commoners. He's either explaining something, or trying to ease a riot. Whatever it is, it's bad."

Taking that as a signal to follow Bratona to where the citadel leaded, he heard Arya ask, "So who is this man?"

"He is somewhat related to me. Brom's father's brother married and gave birth to Bratona's aunt, so I don't really know how he is related to me, but I always get a headache when I try to figure out. But we aren't related by blood."

"I see, am I coming with you to the citadel?"

Eragon though on it for a moment. Would she be safe if he had enemies around, better be safe than sorry.

"Bratona," he called out.

"Yes Eragon?"

"How many men do you have under your control?"

"I'd say nigh on three hundred, why do you ask?"

He smiled, "I'm gonna need protection for her." He pointed to Arya, and Bratona's eyes widened.

"Barzul!" Bratona swore. "By Guntera's large ass you didn't tell me she was pregnant? Or is she just fat?" It took a full two seconds for Arya to process what Bratona had just said, and took the full might of Angela to hold her back so she wouldn't rip Bratona to shreds.

"No Bratona, she isn't fat, she is pregnant," Eragon explained with his arms crossed and looking at Arya attempting to escape Angela's vice-like grip. It was much better when Arya's pregnancy hormones weren't directed at him.

"I'm gonna rip out your spine, wrap it around your neck, and strangle you with it! And then with your dead body, I'll feed it to a Nidhwal, who will then poop it out into the ocean, where a giant shark will eat you until your entire ancestry forgets about you!" And so it went on and on again until Arya ran out of breath.

"Um, right, I think we need to go now. My spy is getting impatient and he is saying it's urgent…" Bratona said uncomfortable with Arya's tirade.

And so without another word from Arya, thanks to Angela for that, they ever so quietly walked stepped out of the room. Just to be cautious, they decided to go down the stairs separately. Angela and Arya would go down the stairs first, and then Bratona and Eragon, and they would all meet up twenty feet to the left of the entrance to the Golden Globe.

Eragon peeked around the corner to see a human looking Arya and Angela walking down the stairs, Angela leading with Arya behind her. When the two women disappeared from view, Eragon and Bratona waited for a full five minutes and thirty seven seconds before going down the stairs at the pace of a human male, which is to say, jogging down the stairs. Bratona and Eragon pushed through the crowded throng of reeking human beings. For once in his life he was not happy at the size of something. Twice the two of them had to avoid harlots and whores. Eragon had to pull Bratona away from a group of two that he began staring at.

They finally made it out of the in with Eragon dragging Bratona by the collar of his tunic. He unceremoniously dropped Bratona to the ground, and looked to his left. There, Arya and Angela were standing impressively inconspicuous. They seemed to be looking at a jewelry cart, but every now and then you could tell that two occasionally flicked their eyes in the direction of the entrance to the Golden Globe.

Angela turned when she caught sight of the two of them, and tapped Arya twice on the elbow. Arya turned as well, and you could see the curiosity in her eyes as to why Bratona was lying on the ground. After thanking the vendor for his time, the two women began to walk back to the two men, one of whom was still on the ground.

"Why is Bratona on the ground?" Arya asked peering at the man who was sobbing uncontrollably on the ground.

"He thinks he lost his chance at his one true love to some prostitute. It's sad yet quite hilarious at the same time," Eragon said staring at Bratona who was sobbing and muttering incoherently.

"Bratona get up," he said nudging the man with his foot.

He said something even Eragon's half-elf hearing couldn't hear. He heard Angela sigh behind him.

And without any preemptive warning whatsoever, Angela bent over and kissed Bratona full on the lips. Eragon saw Arya's eyes widen half an inch and her mouth open in shock. Eragon however, cocked his head, raised his eyebrows, and gaped at the sight before him. Although he was sure Angela had no romantic feelings for anyone that he knew of, he was quite sure that she had none for Bratona Gerome.

After a full ten seconds of kissing, Angela stood straight up once again and walked back to the shocked mated pair.

"What? Someone had to get him up, and I don't think Eragon would appreciate if Arya kissed him."

At this Eragon gave Angela a knowing look.

When Eragon looked down at where Bratona was, he found that he was gone, and was standing next to Angela, smiling ear to ear.

"Come! Let us be off!" Bratona said gleefully. He was a changed man now.

The four of them began to walk towards the citadel, through the city built for defense.

"Since when has the King ever cared about us lowly commoners?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Why would he do such a thing?!"

These were the shouts and cries that the four of them heard as they entered the square in front of the citadel. Eragon was quite sure that he wasn't the only one wondering what was going on. Pushing through the crowd, he let Bratona lead the way since he was a bull of a man. Eventually they made it to near the front of the crowd, where the General and a near fifty number of troops were standing near the General. The words that were said next shook them to their very marrow in their bones.

The General cried out, "I have said it before, and this is the last time I shall repeat! Your mighty King Galbatorix is coming to Teirm!"

A/N: And now you see why this story is ending soon… remember to vote on the poll, check out the community, read The Hidden God and Switching Lanes!