A/N: I'm glad you're all here with me at the end of all blurbs… Well my blurbs… I can't believe how long I put off writing these… The last update was Dec 30, 2013. Thirteen! Talk about negligence… So with no further wait (and wait, you have) here is the last installment of "Random Blurbs!"

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~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY ONE ~

Eragon was getting ready for bed and just finished putting on his fuzzy blue onesie. The rider climbed into bed but let out a yelp when he accidentally punched himself in the face while trying to pull his blankets up. Saphira snickered.

It's not funny, pouted Eragon, who was rubbing his sore nose.

It is very funny, Little One.

Oh do enlighten me on how my pain is funny to you, said Eragon with an annoyed roll of the eyes.

It's because no other action has so thoroughly summed up your life.

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY TWO ~

Orrin was furious. The King glared at the messenger, who was pointing to the extremely large box sitting outside of the encampment. For the umpteenth time that morning, he was and trying to convince Orrin that it belonged to him.

Orrin's eye twitched. One more word from this man, and I swear… he thought angrily.

"But you special ordered it!" claimed the messenger yet again.

That's it. "For the last time!" roared Orrin. "We did not order a giant trampoline!"

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY THREE ~

Galbatorix grinned as the public below him applauded his entry. He enjoyed the feelings of admiration, even though it was created since the alternative meant death. The dark king shrugged. He had no time to muddle over such quandaries. He had a public to address.

"Thank you. Thank you!" Galbatorix grinned and waved his hand. The cheering died down. "Before I begin, I'd just like to thank my arms for never leaving my side."

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY FOUR~

I'm still hungry, complained little Saphira.

You've had breakfast, replied Eragon.

I want more breakfast, pouted the small dragon.

You'll get fat!

What's 'fat'?

It's what happens when you eat too much food, replied the rider dismissively, as he pulled on his boots.

Fat sounds awesome! Exclaimed Saphira, bouncing up and down, emitting small squeaks. Let's get fat!

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY FIVE ~

"Okay, so we go into the castle, grab the egg, then unalive Galbatorix," said Eragon, restating the battle plan.

Nasuada nodded, but then caught herself. "Wait… 'unalive' him?"

Eragon laughed nervously. "Well, you see, ever since my whole spiritual journey and training and stuff in Du Weldenvarden, I can't bring myself to say the K-word out loud," the rider rubbed his hand through his hair and forcefully laughed again. "But we're going to destroy him, make him disappear, sleep with the fishes. We'll K-word him!"

"You mean kill him?" asked Nasuada slowly, as if speaking to a child, which she wasn't so sure was that far off.

Eragon jumped back and put his hands up in shock. "Whoah! Yeah, that does sound bad when you say it out loud." There was a pause as Eragon recomposed himself. Just as he was about to continue forwards, he turned and faced the Varden ruler. "And yes, we're going to unalive him."

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY SIX ~

"Do you ever wonder what women do in their free time?" asked Murtagh to Roran. The two were sitting in the bar enjoying a nice mug of cold ale.

Roran laughed and leaned forward, stroking his chin in thought before answering. "I suppose they have secret wars."

"Secret wars?" asked Murtagh, raising an eyebrow.

"And by secret wars I mean pillow fights."

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY SEVEN ~

Saphira, Thorn, Firnen, and Glaedr were all sitting around in a circle discussing dragon things.

Did you know, started Thorn. That there was a rumor going on about you and Glaedr, Saphira?

What?

Well, being the last free dragons and all…

I thought no such thing! He's my teacher! Protested Saphira.

Thorn looked expectantly at Glaedr, but the older dragon tactfully said nothing, displaying a cool, emotionless face although in reality, he was very uncomfortable.

Firnen took this moment to chime in. He hadn't been completely paying attention until now, since a small butterfly had caught his attention. Did you guys notice that you three were primary colors? I mean you could make any color in the world!

Thorn snickered as he saw the levels of uncomfortableness rise. Firnen continued unabated, not seeming to notice the situation he had stumbled into. For example, Glaedr and Saphira would mix to make my color!

Firnen! Shouted Saphira angrily. You are not helping right now!

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY EIGHT ~

Arya was sitting against a tree, constructing small grass boats and wondering if she could place Morning Glory seeds in them to spread across all of Alagaësia. Yes, that would make this world look better, she thought.

Just then, she heard a set of approaching footsteps. The elf groaned. It better not be Eragon and his stupid antics. Arya looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Orik," greeted the elf.

"Erm… yes... hi…" said Orik, nervously fiddling with his beard.

"What is it?"

"Well, Eragon took me to go see a movie…about hobbits… and elves… and dwarves… In the same place where he found out about that book four he kept rambling about for a while…" the dwarf looked so nervous he might pass out, but cleared his throat.

Oh dear, thought Arya. The Paolini rantings were bad enough, now there's a movie? And what's a hobbit?

"Well… um… there's this one romance… where you see a dwarf… and an elf—"

"No!" Arya practically screamed, putting the pieces together. Eragon's stupid rantings are much preferable to this! She got up and began to quickly walk away. Arya shuddered at what the dwarf was about to say. How… words escaped her, as she shuddered in disgust again. Arya turned around briefly feeling the need to spell it out even clearer to Orik. "Never!"

Orik gave a frustrated shout and threw down a stone he was holding in his hand. The dwarf yelled after the retreating Arya. "But what if what we had was real?!"

~ ONE HUNDRED NINETY NINE ~

"Angela, why are you so crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, my reality is just different than yours."

~ TWO HUNDRED~

Arya was showing Eragon around Ellesméra, telling him certain childhood stories. Unfortunately, the rider kept interrupting her and destroying the moment. Although, the elf wondered why she thought it would be any different.

After the fourth attempt to finish the story and relive the happy moments of her childhood, the elf stopped trying. Arya sighed in defeat. "Nostalgia isn't what it used to be."

A/N: *Wipes brow.* Wow. Finally done. A fitting last blurb, no? At least for me, since I had to look back on my other chapters to make sure I didn't repeat a joke…

Anyways, I started this little project on July 30th, 2010. Yes 2010. I am so grateful to every one of my reviewers. You all have gotten me to 319 reviewers, a number I never thought I would get to. An even bigger thanks to those that stuck with me through those three and some years. I don't know how you did it, 'cause even I struggled, so wow.

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