So...

I don't really want to tell you guys that my girls, Ellie, Sarah, Rebecca and Brooke, have locked themselves in the bathroom of Ellie's trailer. How they all fit in there, I have no idea. They're hiding from Meg who is slowly destroying the trailer, piece by piece, for their crime of mutilating her Imagine Dragons CD. I refused to become apart of it, but I'd say that they kind of deserve it. ;)

"You got a fast car, but is it fast enough so we can fly away? You gotta make a decision; leave tonight or live and die this way." -Tracy Chapman

Ellie sighed; she had left to give Eragon some space to discover his true name even if she was still wary of the radioactive island. She wondered how Brooke and Rebecca and Sarah were doing. She hoped that Brooke and Baldor made up, they were a really cute couple and fit together perfectly. All of the girls had perfect matches, it seemed. All of the girls changed, as well. Rebecca and Roran went together like shirts and pants. Their match had to have been made by God. Meg and Murtagh, too.

Despite M&M's strange life, they belonged together like two halves of a heart. Ellie didn't even want to bother with Sarah, all she wanted her whole life was pure happiness, fun and amusement. She got all of those before becoming part cat.

She thought back to their old life and laughed aloud. So much had changed. Rebecca became a tactical genius rather than a technological genius. She had so often complained about boys—even more than Meg—yet she was the first to marry.

Brooke was a freaking prankster who couldn't have cared less about growing up and could show you how to have fun with rubber bands and erasers, yet now she was the most down to earth girl in Alagaesia and she had about a billion emotional problems to top the war. Sarah had been a fashionista, but she had given that all up for a cause in a world that was not her own when previously, she was the most selfish girl in the group. Meg was a bookworm. Classic silent, smart, kindest nerdy girl ever who only focused on the future—only wanting the future. Now, Meg was a gosh-darn assassin who had gave up her heart to ease the pain.

Ellie had probably changed the least.

She was still the leader-figure in her group, still protective of her sisters, still looking for the right guy who could whisk her off her feet and take her far away from her troubles.

"We could leave, you know." She jumped and turned to see Eragon leaning against a tree.

"What do you mean?"

"We're already far away and we have Saphira, we could leave forever and not have to worry about anything again." He went to her and sat beside her. "You and me, together."

She smiled weakly, "As much as I would love to, I can't. I owe it to my friends to finish what I started."

"I had hoped you'd say that."

She chuckled and playfully punched his arm, "Are you ready?" He nodded. "Then we should go."

"No, not yet," He murmured, his arm snaking around her waist. "Let's hold on to this peace, it may be the last we have."

So she rested her head upon his shoulder and for a time, closed her eyes and imagined them in a different place, away from all the dangers and hate. She drifted, but whenever she drifted too far, an image of one of her friends would appear and she would remember that this was not permanent—but it could be. That was the thought to keep.

It could be.

When the rock door opened, Ellie was glad; she had known that she could not go in with him because she didn't know her true name, but she was glad nonetheless. Just as Saphira's tail passed through the door, the rock slammed shut.

"No!" They cried in unison. Ellie ran to the door, trying to open it but failing to do so. She grabbed a decent size rock and slammed it against the door only to feel a shock go up her body and she fell, the world around her fading out as she confirmed with her fading consciousness that being knocked out so many times meant she had a concussion.

"Ellie! Ellie, please come back, I need you!"

She debated just lying there to hear the praise but decided against it. "I'm alright, Eragon, just a little surprised." She shooed him away and sat up, biting her lip to suppress the God-awful headache. "What was in there?"

"Eldunari, hundreds of them." He replied eagerly. "That's how Murtagh and Thorn are so much stronger than they appear. With them, we can win. They're in my saddlebags now, er, majority of them. The ones who were sane at least."

"So we can go home now?"

"We can end this, now."

"I can't believe we're here."

Rebecca nodded in agreement, words unable to describe how she felt standing in the foreboding presence of Uru'baen, home of Galbatorix—where Meg was. It felt strange that she should be so close, yet so far.

They set up their tents about a mile from Uru'baen and sat warily around the camp fire. All the girls, and their guys, save for Rebecca who was off in council.

"I don't like the looks of this," Roran murmured, poking at the fire. "I think we may have to kill Murtagh."

"Nope, don't even start," Brooke said. "La, la, la, I'm not listening!"

"Brooke, be reasonable," Baldor said.

"No! You can't honestly say that you agree with him, Baldor! You saw what happened to Meg after she thought he was dead! She'll kill herself! Murtagh helped Meg and I from the beginning, he's like a brother to me." In anger, she stormed away, scaring even the bravest of warriors into silence.

"You agree with us, don't you Sarah?" Roran tried hopefully.

She scoffed, "For your sake, I pray that Rebecca does not learn of your opinion. And with that, she turned into a cat and darted away.

"Your husband is the darkest brute in existence." Brooke said as she stormed about Nasuada's Pavilion. "He's got no hope, no manners and no care for others save for women and family!"

Rebecca stared at her cousin without the slightest sign of offense, "Gee, thanks."

"He thinks we have to kill Murtagh!"

"No! Why, I'm going to-"

"My Lady," One of the Nighthawks entered. "They have returned."

"Okay, you're choking me, stop!" Ellie said as Brooke, Rebecca and Sarah suffocated her in their hug.

"No!" They exclaimed and squeezed tighter. As was their custom, they pretty much ignored the others and were preoccupied with each other.

"If you stop I'll tell you the plan!"

The three took a seat and listened intently and eagerly accepted the plan without hesitation seeing as there was no other plan and they really wanted their friend back.

"When do we attack?"

"Tomorrow."

"What?!"

Ellie and Eragon walked quietly through the camp towards the children's tent. The guard allowed them in without hesitation and when they questioned him on his motives for doing so, he merely replied, "The Lady Meg said that you would bring no harm."

When they entered, they were swarmed by children who looked so hopeful. "Where is Lady Meg?" They asked. "Has she returned from her journey?"

"No, she wishes desperately to be here, but she can't. Where is Elva?" They pointed to a secluded section of the tent where a single child sat alone.

They went to her and sat with her, unsure how to start when she spoke up, "Meg is not in any pain right now, but I feel it coming—tomorrow."

Ellie looked to Eragon, startled, but he remained calm, "We need your help to defeat the King, we come to ask for you assistance, please."

"Before, I would have said no," She said. "But a very wise, very brave woman once told me not to let my stubborn pride get in the way of doing the right thing. Yes, I will accompany you and I will do so for Meg's sake."

"For Meg."

"She is with child, my King," The old woman said. "A son, I believe."

"Excellent, Collette, keep me informed." The King dismissed his most trusted maid, unaware of the lie she had been cajoled to say by the lovers.

"Do you realize what you're asking me to risk?" Collette asked when she went to Murtagh's room.

"We know," Meg said, standing from her seat on the bed. "Believe me, we know, but we need the element of surprise and if he thinks he has won, he will lower his guard—think himself invisible. That could win us the war."

"Collette, you've complained about the King since I was a child. Don't you want a chance to be his ultimate demise?"

She looked from Murtagh, the child she had practically raised now the man before her, to Meg, the woman who her boy had fallen in love with. In all honestly, she liked Meg, but she couldn't go soft.

"Oh, fine," She grumbled. "but what am I supposed to say?"

"Something's not right," Meg murmured as she gazed out of the window on to the fields beyond Uru'baen. Murtagh had wrapped his arms around her waist and was resting his head upon her shoulder. "You don't say," He murmured sarcastically.

"I don't think we'll have the time to complete that plan of ours," She explained.

"Do you think we'll be alright?" For the first time, doubt crept into his voice.

"Of course we'll be alright," She insisted. "Nothing can separate us, nothing ever will."

He chuckled, "Forget about it, Meg, think about what will happen once we're free."

"Hm," She sighed contentedly at the thought. "When we're free, I'm going to adopt Elva."

"What?" He asked, "What about me?"

She laughed, "What do you mean, 'what about you?' I plan on following you wherever you go, too."

"But we'd be married, you didn't think to ask your betrothed about adopting a child?"

"Well, technically, you never asked me to marry you." she said with a seductive smile.

"How else would you have me ask you? By getting down on my knees?"

She glared daggers at him and abruptly turned away, reaching for her book and promptly sat in a chair, turning to her page and beginning to read.

"What? What'd I say?" He went to her and sat on the coffee table in front of her. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Meg."

"You didn't hurt me," She said without taking her eyes off of her book. "Sometimes, you can be extremely annoying."

"If I wasn't annoying, you'd be concerned."

"That is also true,"

"Why is this so complicated?"

She snorted, "Because I'm stubborn and you are relentless."

"Aren't those the same thing?"

"Depends,"