I keep doing this over and over again. This is probably my third or fourth rewrite, and I've only finished book one the first time around (which lacked Adrianna aka Selena Tarmunora and the gang went from Carvahall to the Varden directly.)

Anyway, as you may have guessed it (if you've been with me for this long), there'll be another rewrite; nothing major. Just one issue in the prologue and I think I'll have the twins not find out about their relation to Eragon.

HOWEVER! This will only happen if there is enough support for this fic. Mostly, if I can get ten people to respond via review or messaging saying they'd still read it, then I'll make my minor changes, and then start to post them up on here and on AO3. I'm tired of writing stories and not getting enough reviews for it. It may be selfish for readers who haven't written anything, but tbh, it's really not. A published author is encouraged when people go out to buy their books; that monetary compensation can motivate them to continue writing. For us fanfictions writers, it's about getting reviews, and not just likes.

I know that part of the problem is that I don't update often. I'll take the blame for that; I've been going through a lot of issues with my writings for the past few years, and I'm in the last year of college so things aren't going to be easy anyway. That's something I'm trying to work on my end. And I'd like to know that my efforts will bear fruits; I'm no saint.

Part of the reason I'm doing this is also in honor of Christopher Paolini's new Alagaesia book that's about to come out! (or perhaps it already came out?) But again, if I'm not getting enough reviews, I won't re-post the story, and will permanently discontinue the story.

I know I'm being selfish here, but I need support right now. I need a crutch to build off of. I'm choosing this fic first because it's my personal favorite. I hope I've convinced you all that I am a good enough reader for you to trust and like my stories.

Thanks for reading through this. I've written out a little preview of one of the changes I want to make to the prologue.

Enjoy!

Arya stood gazing at the Menoa Tree, a hand on her expanding stomach, and another fiddling the emerald pendant hung around her neck. Eragon gave it to her when they decided they wanted a child. 'There's nothing left for me in Ellesmera, yet to venture outside would be more painful.'

Her father was gone, dead in Ilirea, now twisted to be named Uru'Baen. Eragon, her love, was presumed dead, last seen fighting against his own half-brother, Murtagh. Only Brom had survived, but the old man was far south, gathering those who were still loyal, to unite to one day defeat the mad tyrant who now took hold of the land.

'And where does that leave me?' She wondered. Her mother was too mad with grief, and Glenwing, her young brother, was by her side comforting her.

She heard them before she saw them. Glaedr's footsteps thumped against the ground, and where the golden dragon was, his Rider was by his side. Oromis stood next to her.

"Arya."

'Perhaps we are not so alone,' she thought, rubbing her belly. Oromis was one of the few who had listened, and she hoped it wasn't in vain.

They stood in silence for a few more moments, before she realized what he was asking her.

"Galbatorix is not the worst thing to happen," Arya stated in the Ancient Language. "Perhaps he is the worst thing for the elves, as the dragons are nearly extinct."

Oromis stiffened beside her "Arya-"'

"And for the surviving Riders" she added "And for all those who lived and thrived under them. But now, Galbatorix is not the worst thing to have happened.

She sighed, and continued, not letting Oromis get a word in "Eragon and Saphira were thrown from the Order, because they knew, and the Order would not listen. Now, most of them are dead. The Empire, ill-fitting a name, is on the rise. But," she smiled slightly "This is not the end."