Ellie: Now I want to watch Jurassic Park...

Brooke: Why watch it when you can go there? We are on fanfiction.

Rebecca: Do you really think we can convince Keeper to write a Jurassic Park fanfiction with us in it? Keeper already wrote this massive story about us when they knew that this isn't a popular fandom anymore.

Brooke: True...We could go to that Universal theme park in Florida and ride the Jurassic Park ride!

Ellie: Close enough, let's go!

"I'll burn everything you love then burn the ashes," -Fall Out Boy

"What is that?" There was a loud thud, and then another and another. Like footsteps, Brooke concluded.

"Did we come to Jurassic Park?" Sarah muttered. Unfortunately, her mission to break into the city had been brutally cast aside by hungry citizens. A cat her size looked incredibly appetizing to the starving people; she barely made it past the gate.

"That's not dinosaur, that's a dragon," Ellie aid, then ran out of their tent to see Shruikan, Galbatorix's dragon, flying into the night sky, blocking out the moon as he rose into the air, spewing fire into the sky and making it bright as day. Ellie fell back in surprise, but found that the dragon flew back to Uru'baen, inside the fortress and did not attack the Varden at all.

"To frighten us," Ergaon said as he helped her up. She could see doubt in his eyes. "We're leaving. Elva, Sarah, you and I."

"So be it."

"I told you so," Meg whispered when the horns sounded in the deep. Shruikan's stomping had woken them and a soldier had been sent to retrieve the couple after they dressed for war.

He offered a weak smile while he continued to put on his armor. Meg was leaning against a pillar, watching him silently. "Like what you see?" He teased, she smiled.

She hadn't known there were tears upon her cheeks until he was in front of her, once again wiping her tears away. "Hey," He said. "It's alright, you're alright."

"I can't lose you again," She whispered. "I love you,"

He nodded, understanding that if she lost him this time, he would not be coming back. "It'll end perfectly fine, you'll see, I promise."

She accepted his embrace and he kissed her forehead. They stood there, in warm silence, praying that nothing would happen to the other when another horn interrupted them.

"I love you, Meg," He said before they went to the King. "Please don't let it be a burden."

Ellie clung to Elva so the child would not fall off of Saphira as they rocketed into the sky under an invisibility spell while Murtagh and Thorn chased after an apparition. Sarah was pretty much attached to her back. "Just hang on tight, Elva and everything will be alright."

Upon reaching the courtyard before the gate, they had found that the wards Galbatorix had put up had made it impossible to enter unnoticed. Sarah went up to the gate and knocked, when the man slid open to look through, she swept her claws through and he fell back.

With the weapon that had hurt Saphira and a little heat, they ripped open the door and went inside Galbatorix's palace.

It was sort of intimidating, but Ellie shooed away fear. "Do you sense anything?" She asked the child.

"Not yet," They eyed the hallways hesitantly.

"Roran, watch out!" Rebecca yelled, then swung her sword to kill the soldier that would have taken her husband's life.

"Thanks," He said, then grabbed her arm. "And Rebecca, I'm sorry."

"I forgive you," They continued to fight; Brooke had just climbed over the wall on a ladder and was covering Baldor's journey up with her bow.

"So far so good," She murmured, praying she didn't just jinx everything.

"Stop,"

"Stop,"

"Stop,"

"Stop,"

"If you say 'stop' one more time, I swear-"

"Ellie, not now,"

They had come so far, so close! Murtagh was behind them, slipping through the traps like it was nothing. Oh, Lord, where was Meg?!

"We have to run," Elva said suddenly.

"What?"

"NOW!" So they ran, blades and rock came crashing down behind them, but the eldunari gave them strength and they made it just in time. Slowly, the doors opened.

"So you are the people who have given me so much trouble, Eragon, son of Morzan, Saphira, Ellen, Sarah, Elva. I should have met you all long ago. Regardless, here you are now, and everything that should have been yours from the beginning, power, responsibilities, riches, they shall be yours." Galbatorix said. "You have been waiting for company a long while, haven't you Megara?"

And there, at his right hand, stood Meg. "Yes, sir."

"Brooke!" She looked around the masses, trying to locate the young man who had called her name, but she could not find him and brushed it off.

"Brooke!"

Shut up, Baldor. In truth, the real Baldor was probably with Roran and Rebecca towards the heart of the battle and the voice she heard was likely in her head.

Well, that's what she assumed until Baldor spun her around and engaged her in a passionate kiss that no one, not even a fool, interrupted. "I love you, Stream," He whispered.

"I love you, too, Boulder." She murmured with a smile.

"Then let's end this."

Few dared chose willingly to challenge the couple who were slowly becoming as famous as the power couple of her cousin and husband.

With the flick of his wrist, Ellie felt all control leave her body and found that Galbatorix had chained her to an invisible rock with invisible chains or something of the sort.

Ellie looked to Meg, her eyes pleading, searching for some sign of understanding, some sign of reassurance, but there was nothing. Meg was a statue.

What was the God forsaken plan? Was there a plan? She wanted to look at Eragon but found she could not.

"You look more like your mother than your father," The vile King continued. Murtagh entered and came to stand by Meg who smiled darkly at them. What was going on? "With Murtagh the opposite holds true. I wonder what his child will look like, more as their father or as their mother?"

From the corner of her eyes, Ellie could see Sarah's eyes widen in alarm.

"Ah, you don't know!" Galbatorix turned to Meg and Murtagh. "Come, tell our guests the most exciting news," They said nothing. "Don't mind them, they are merely shy; you are to become an Uncle, Eragon and Murtagh, a father. Megara, of course, shall get her life long desire to be a mother."

Ellie struggled against her bonds. It wasn't true, it couldn't be. Eragon cast her a look, shaking his head as if to confirm it was a lie, but she just didn't know for sure.

"That's right," The monster continued.. "Your cause is doomed. You will all serve me. Once upon a time, I had my servants battle against each other. It only seems fair that you four shall. Eragon versus Murtagh and Ellen versus Megara. No magic save for the wards I place upon dear Megara and you shall fight until one of you can fight no longer. It shall be rather entertaining, brother versus brother, sister versus sister."

"No," Eragon said. "Not brothers, half brothers. Brom was my father, not Morzan."

For the first time, Galbatorix looked genuinely surprised, then he grinned. "Of course, I should have seen it. Then it will be even more entertaining; the son of Brom pitted against the son of Morzan. Fate indeed has a sense of humor."

Murtagh looked surprised, and then angry, likely because he didn't want Meg to fight. Ellie didn't care right now, she was itching for the chance to throw her sword at the man who had taken Meg.

"Now, fight!" Galbatorix commanded, clapping his hands.

Meg's jaw twitched ever so slightly—this wasn't apart of the plan.