I do not own the Inheritance Cycle or any of the characters from the books.

AN: I added this chapter as an after thought because I didn't like to leave the last chapter as the end.

Winding Down

Eragon wrapped his arms around Arya and smiled. They had been happily married for about a week and had a set of twins on the way, according to Saphira and Firnen. The only thing they disagreed on was gender. Firnen wanted both boys Saphira claimed it was both girls. Murtagh and Nasuada were sitting together a little ways away and the other Riders were scattered around the fire.

"So, we're certain it's over," Arya asked.

"Positive," Murtagh said. "I destroyed the castle and bodies just to be safe."

"Good," Arya said. "Eragon?"

"Go ahead," Eragon said.

She had been pestering him to let her tell the others about their children for days.

"What's going on?" Murtagh asked.

"We're going to have twins," Arya said.

Their reactions were fairly entertaining. Orik fainted, Nasuada clapped, and Murtagh grinned. Garzhog's reaction was the most entertaining though. Even in the small amount of light, they could see that his face turned more red than Thorn's scales.

"You couldn't make me twins," Nasuada said after a moment sitting up and glaring at Murtagh.

"I did everything I needed to," Murtagh said. "You're the one who only made one."

"Oh is that right?" Eragon asked. "Didn't I say not to make any nephews?"

"You shut up," Murtagh said.

Eragon smiled and rested his chin on the top of Arya's head.

"So, why did you two get married anyway?" Nasuada asked. "I though that elves basically only stayed together for however long they felt like?"

"Arya chose to for us to follow human customs rather than elven ones," Eragon said. "Thus, marriage."

"Speaking of elves," Orik said. "Not that I really want to know, but, how...exactly...was Michael conceived?"

"That is an excellent and very disgusting question," Eragon said. "I assume it involves expansion spells. I'll let you use your imagination."

"Gross," Orik said. "So an elf and a dragon actually..."

"Unfortunately," Arya said. "That's what we get for making all dragons seem like super virtuous creatures. Some can be worse than a Ra'zac."

"I say again, gross," Orik said.

"How did he make a sword out of his scales?" Murtagh asked.

"Spell without words," Garzhog said. "Fairly simple."

"And painful," Eragon said. "But, now I have an even worse future. Now I have to play king."

"Not as easy as you thought is it?" Orik asked grinning.

"Easier than the dwarves'," Eragon said. "But Arya still makes me do stuff ever now and then. Go figure."

"You'll get used to it," Arya said. "Remember, there's going to be a few months that I can't leave my bed soon."

Eragon groaned but smiled and hugged Arya. The others knew full well that he could do all the complaining in the world but he would never have it any other way.

THE END

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