Brooke: I think I'm going to cry!
Rebecca: We still have an epilogue! Come on, don't cry! 'Cuz if you cry, I'm gonna cry and then the others are going to cry and then-
Sarah: Becs?
Rebecca: What? *turns to Ellie, Sarah and Meg who are huddled together, sobbing.
Sarah: Too late.
Cue massive hysteria.
"And if you've lost your way, I will keep you safe," -Westlife
"We have to go!" Sarah cried through the deafening roar of flames. Saphira bent down and took on Eragon, Ellie and Elva while Thorn took Sarah, Meg and Murtagh and the dragons took off into the sky. Quickly, Murtagh found himself awake, "Eragon, the egg, the eldunari, we can not leave them."
"We won't," Eragon said, helping Murtagh down. "Ellie, go, care for Meg, we'll be out soon enough."
"But-" He kissed her.
"I love you," Then he and Murtagh ran.
"I love you, too," She whispered before the dragons took their reluctant flight.
The crowd cheered when the dragons landed, but it was quickly silenced when Brooke and Rebecca released a horrible cry of anguish and ran to take hold of the body of Meg.
Nasuada pushed to the front of where a circle of people had formed around them and fell to her knees at the sight of her, taking her limp hand in her own.
"Oh, Meg,"
Ellie looked up when the crowd parted to see a glowing man and woman, smiling down upon them. "Are you-"
"Her parents," The woman said. "Her true parents."
"Can you help her?" Elva whispered, her eyes red though empty of all tears.
The woman smiled and knelt beside her, "We have come to give her a wedding gift; two gifts, actually. Would you be a dear and give this to her? She's been missing it terribly." It was a photograph.
"Shall we, Garrett?"
"We shall, Megara."
When Murtagh and Eragon returned, they searched for the girls and did a head count. Brooke, Rebecca, Sarah, Ellie...
They both saw the blanket drawn over the body.
Murtagh was on his knees before her. "Oh, Meg, I'm so sorry."
A hand shot out and grabbed his collar, pulling him to her and she pressed her lips to his.
He stared wide-eyed, "Meg?"
"It's really me; a wedding gift, I was told." Without another word, Murtagh scooped her up and kissed her as though she may never come back.
"Elva," He said with a brilliant smile after their snogging session. "Come here," The child crept over to them, terribly nervous. "Elva, would you like to live with us?"
The child's eyes widened. "You mean..."
"Would you like to be our daughter?" Meg finished.
"Yes," She said, then ran and jumped into their arms, giggling and crying as Murtagh and Meg kissed her forehead. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Murtagh's eyes widened and he laughed, "Brooke, I almost forgot, I have something for you!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little wooden statue of a horse. "I told you that when I figured it out, I would tell you. This is yours."
"Murtagh," She whispered, gazing upon it with fondness. "It's perfect!" She hugged him and then their small family and couldn't help but grin as she thought that all of this started with a trip to the movies.