It's been a while. I will respond to all the PM's as soon as I can. I just wanted to get this chapter up for you guys. It isn't really edited. Sorry.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

He swatted his neck as he was bitten and cursed loudly. Beside him, Arya was completely silent, but the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement. They'd gone about twenty-five miles so far, still fifteen from being able to rest. Sweat drenched his body and he felt like he was sitting in an oven. He opened his mouth to ask a question but decided against it immediately. Arya shoved a branch aside.

"What, Eragon?"

He feigned confusion.

"What? I didn't say anything."

She gave him an annoyed look.

"You realize that I can read you like a book, right? You've been wanting to ask something for the past three hours."

A sheepish grin found its way to his lips and he jumped over a massive root that grew strangely out of the ground.

"I . . . well. . . . I mean, I—"

She chuckled.

"Spit it out."

The things his imagination had been spinning around since she mentioned it in the garage came out in a jumbled mess of words.

"In the end, if we make it through all of this, like. . . you gave us the married couple cover and I—"

Again she interrupted, a smug smirk on her lips.

"Are you trying to ask me something, Eragon?"

He groaned at his inadequate words and ran a hand roughly through his hair.

"No I . . I was just curious to know your opinion on marriage and what your response would be if I asked you. . . . in the future." She was silent for a minute or so and he knew she was toying with him. He flicked her arm. "Stop it. I'm serious."

She sidestepped around a thorny tree.

"I know."

"Well?"

She sighed, coming to a stop and meeting his eyes.

A cold fear filled him as he waited for her answer. She seemed to see right through him and a comforting smile found its way to her face. "Before I would've said no. But now, Eragon, it is an easy answer. I would say yes. You should know that."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Good." He gave a little smirk. "My proposal will be epic. You wont ever see it coming."

A chuckle escaped her as she resumed their trek.

"I think you've already ruined the surprise considering you just brought it up."

He shook his head adamantly.

"Nope. You will be completely surprised."

They both climbed over a tree that had moss growing over it's dying carcass.

"Whatever you say."

The rest of their journey that day he was giddy. Uncontrollably so, and he knew she was very aware of it. Several times he caught her shaking her head and smiling to herself. All in all it was a good way to end the night. While he set up camp she disappeared into the swampy forest around them to find food. He'd just built up the fire and was lighting it when she returned with two rabbits hanging from her hand by their feet. He helped her skin and clean them, then prepared the remaining edible parts over the fire.

He turned the meat to the uncooked side, all the while feeling her eyes on him. He rested the skewer back onto the rocks that held it just above the flames.

"Arya."

He could almost feel her startle and the corner of his lips lifted. She moved about behind him but didn't respond. Instead of speaking again, he gripped her hand without looking and pulled her towards him. She barely resisted. When she came into view he tilted his head. A very rare blush was creeping across her cheeks. He pulled her down next to him.

"Were you watching me?"

She smacked his side but kept her other hand in his.

"No."

He smiled.

"Liar."

The fire flared into the night sky as she tossed another log into it's depths. He watched the sparks dance, eyes going distant as he thought back to the first time they met. She wouldn't have even let him touch her then. Her eyes had been so cold and empty. She squeezed his hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

He gave her a sideways look.

"When we first met."

She laughed and he savored it.

"You were so annoying."

Eragon scoffed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Whatever, you loved me even then."

She rested her head against his shoulder.

"I hated you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

It bothered him to hear that she, even then, had disliked him that much. He frowned.

"Why?"

She nudged him.

"Because you stirred a lot of things in me that I'd buried. You made me feel. I hated it and therefore I hated you. At least, that's what I thought."

He kissed her temple and smiled.

"What you thought, huh? So in actuality you were just scared of me."

He was teasing her but she agreed.

"Yes."

Biting his cheek, he leaned forward and pulled the rabbits off of the fire. He handed her one and took the other for himself. She pulled off a piece.

"Thank you."

He snorted.

"You're the one who caught them. Don't thank me."

"I wasn't talking about the food. Thank you for saving me from myself."

He pulled back to look at her.

"You were doing fine by yourself."

Her head shook slightly.

"I don't think you realize the extent of the darkness that had swallowed me. You tried to shut away your feelings but instead received uncontrolled rage. You still 'felt.' I was. . . . I was gone."

He took a deep breath, absorbing all she was saying, and then smiled.

"Technically you saved me too. I mean, I probably would've done stupid thing after stupid thing until I got shot."

She hummed.

"That's true. I'm glad Saphira told you where I was that day."

"Me too."

-M-U-R-T-A-G-H-

They'd been traveling for four days through the waters of the Mississippi. Nothing had gone quite according to plan and it was no way near a pleasant experience. A thunderstorm had rolled in five hours before, bring with it heavy winds and lightning. It made sure they weren't able to continue. They'd been stuck on shore since, and everyone had gotten drenched to the bone by the time they'd been able to set up camp. He'd learned one thing about Nasuada in that time. She HATED rain. At first it had been amusing to see her walking around and swearing, but after a few hours she'd just seemed miserable.

Even he was tired of being soaking wet. He huddled under the tarp they'd strung between four trees. It created a dome to curb the winds and they'd left one side open to let out the smoke from the fire. It was two in the morning and he was the only one who hadn't gone to sleep yet. The fire was calming, distracting. It erased his thoughts and let them focus on the burning embers that crumbled tiredly into the pit. He was only halfway dry, not having changed into another outfit, and he was tempted to just strip to his briefs and hang his garments right next to the fire. As he started to remove his shirt, a rustle outside the tarp made him freeze.

"Murtagh?"

He shoved his t-shirt back down and waited for Nasuada to round the corner. She was wearing loose sweats and a tank top that did a poor job of covering her shoulders. He looked away.

"Couldn't sleep?"

A forlorn look crossed her face.

"Sleep has been scarce recently."

She took a seat next to him and he tried to figure out if she needed a hug or just wanted to chat. He went with the safer option.

"I'm so sorry about your father, Nasuada."

She smiled sadly.

"Me too. I try not to dwell. It'll get me killed. But I never thought I'd have to deal with something like this. He's hasn't even left that base in five years. His mission days were over."

He folded his hands tightly in his lap.

"Shit seems to hit the fan when we least expect it."

She nodded.

"That it does."

They were silent for a while, both seemingly comfortable with only the sounds of the forest around them to fill the space. Finally he spoke.

"What is your favorite memory with him?"

She looked at him curiously.

"My favorite memory?"

He nodded.

"I hear it helps to think of the good."

Murtagh heard the bitterness in his own tone and hoped she hadn't. She had.

"I'm sorry that you don't have any happy memories of your father."

He shook his head.

"No, focus on you. Favorite memory."

She watched the flames spark across the darkness.

"I think my favorite memory with my dad was when I completed my first mission. Clichè, I know, but you didn't see his face. He'd been so scared sending me out, even if it was just a recon mission. As soon as I walked through the doors, he was there waiting. There was such pride in his eyes and he was so relieved. He hugged me, and keep in mind, he was not a hugger, and told me that I'd been brilliant. He was always a good father, but he kept his emotions to himself. That was the most open he'd ever been. It was a changing point in our relationship. I proved to him that I wasn't breakable. He didn't need to coddle me because I could take care of myself."

He watched her glazed eyes as they danced with life. He wanted to keep that on her face. But all too soon it retreated and left a dull pain behind. She sighed.

"What about you, best memory in general?"

Murtagh looked away.

"I have no good memories."

Her breath caught and she gripped his wrist.

"I'm sorry Murtagh."

He looked down at her hand, curious at it's warmth.

"Don't be. There is no point in apologizing for something that has little importance now. I will make memories."

She smiled and squeezed his wrist before pulling back. He wasn't going to tell her that his conversations with her, his interactions, were creating his favorite memories. That for some reason, he enjoyed her presence at his side more than anything else.

The next morning when he woke, he still heard the patter of rain on his tent. He groaned and rolled to his side, trying to get back to sleep and to the dream he would never admit to having. Something wet hit his face ten minutes later and he jolted, eyes shooting towards the entrance of his tent. Nasuada was there, hands on her hips and a sly smile on her face. He picked the soaked rag off of the ground and held it up with a grimace.

"What the hell was that for?"

She laughed quietly and the sound sent chills through him.

"Get your lazy ass up and help out. The rain looks like it's letting up and we need to be ready to shove off."

His tired mind didn't realize he was staring until she tilted her head in question. Masking his features, he coughed awkwardly and threw off the thin blanket he was using. Firnen and Thorn had already rolled their sleeping bags and left. She paused her retreat and he realized he wasn't wearing anything but his briefs. Great decision. Her cheeks reddened before she disappeared behind the flap. He cursed quietly and threw on clothes as quickly as possible before following her under the dome. Saphira was dishing out a meager breakfast and he took his portion, grumbling.

"I had better meals when I was incarcerated."

Firnen chuckled and held out his hand.

"If you don't want it. . ."

He frowned at the kid, pulling his bowl towards himself.

"Back off twerp." Saphira lobbed an extra spoon at him which he caught and dropped into his bowl with a wink. "Nice try, kid."

The blonde grinned.

"You're sounding like Devon, Murtagh."

A bittersweet feeling filled him and he spun his oatmeal around with his spoon.

"Is that good or bad?"

Saphira smirked.

"Good. Although you still can't beat us at Halo."

Firnen nodded in agreement.

"Truth."

Nasuada watched intrigued as he spat back.

"Whatever. You two are like little robots working in perfect synch. Eragon and I could take you down." He paused and then let out a sigh. "Well, Chase and I."

Saphira raised a brow.

"Honestly, Eragon didn't have to change much to fit into Chase's lifestyle. You met the real him besides a few things barred."

Murtagh sat up straighter.

"Really?"

She nodded and finished a bite.

"Yes. And he liked you. Tried- up until he saw it himself- to prove your innocence."

Guilt thrummed through him.

"Too bad he hates my guts now."

Nasuada set down her bowl.

"I think he's just confused and angry at the situation in general. He'll come around. He's a rather flexible person."

Thorn broke into the conversation with a question of his own.

"How long have him and his partner been a thing?"

Saphira snorted and Firnen's cheeks reddened at some memory. He looked to Nasuada to answer but she held up her hands.

"I have no idea. I didn't honestly know until recently that there was anything but hate there."

Murtagh frowned.

"Really? He hated her or she hated him?"

Saphira waved away his questions.

"Allow me to regale you with this wondrous story of awkward love." She readjusted into a more comfortable position. "So basically, Arya is a very cold, very distant person. She dislikes most people, her mother most of all, and when she first met Eragon, she hated his guts. But push comes to shove and hate turns to love. It's all very poetic."

He chuckled.

"That was shorter than I expected."

Saphira tossed him a rag like the one that Nasuada had thrown at him earlier.

"You can get the details from him. I vote Murtagh cleans. All in favor?"

He watched as everyone's hands raised and took to his task without complaint.

-E-R-A-G-O-N-

They shoved through the last of the underbrush, stumbling tiredly onto the shoulder of a worn and crumbling road. Three days in and so far their progress had been smooth. Eragon had easily adapted to the environment and he was almost silent as he treaded the carpet of twigs and leaves. He stopped beside her.

"I really wish we could just hitchhike the rest of the way."

She nodded but began across the pavement.

"I know but it's not worth risking it." They entered the other side of the wooded area and travelled several miles before she looked at their compass again. "We're only a little off course. Once we make camp tonight we can figure out our exact position."

He nodded and shifted the rifle on his shoulder.

"I'll try and get some sustainable meat so we don't have to look for food every day."

She nodded and set to work in a smooth routine that came from several days of doing the same thing. He traversed over a mile away from where she was before he found an acceptable tree. He scaled up to a high branch and sat on a large branch. He'd chosen this perch because right in behind him was another, slightly higher branch that he could rest against as he waited however long before game came along. It turned out to be quite a long time. It wasn't until two hours had passed, the bark digging into his back and legs, that he heard a rustling in the brush far to his left. He hoisted his rifle into position, looking through the night scope in the direction of the sound. There was another rustle and he shifted his sight slightly.

In his crosshairs he found the body of a medium-sized, whitetailed deer. He adjusted the weapon, the sight now encompassing the creature's head. The animal was about 60 yards out. A shot to the brain would be the best option here. If he was a less precise shooter there would be a low chance that he'd make the shot. He waited, following the deer as it moved slowly through the forest. Another rustle brought forth two more deer, both following the first. He ignored them, still trained on the lead. He took a deep breath and fired. The rifle kicked into his shoulder and he watched as the deer dropped straight to the dirt. Perfect shot. The other deer scattered in terror and he heard snapping branches as other, smaller animals ran from the loud sound.

He began to slide down the tree, the bark scraping and his body aching and protesting after not moving for such a long period of time. His feet hit the ground and he stumbled slightly before steadying himself and heading for the downed deer at a slow jog. He reached it's location and froze. Hunching over his kill was a black bear. He dropped silently to one knee and ignored the adrenaline spike that shot through him. Raising his rifle once more, he found the lung just as the bear began to turn, and fired. The mass of black fur ruffled as the animal growled, but it didn't move for several seconds. Eragon waited patiently, his rifle still trained on the bear. Finally, it fell to the ground in a large heap. He let out a low breath and lowered his weapon. For the next hour, he set to work gutting, boning, and skinning the deer, working like the bear hadn't bitten out a chunk of skin and meat. He bagged the meat in cotton muslim and packed what he could in his backpack. The entire time he listened for any more predators coming to investigate the scent of a fresh kill.

Once he'd done what he could, he shouldered his pack and started back towards the camp. He kept his weapon out and ready, knowing that he wasn't in the clear, that he wouldn't honestly be in the clear until the time that they got out of the woods. He entered into the ring of light that the fire cast about the darkening forest and found Arya waiting for him.

"Two shots?"

He grinned.

"Had a little run in with a black bear." She grimaced and he sat beside her, arm slinging around her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. He was a little guy. Didn't even get near me."

He set the pack down in front of him and pulled out the sections he'd brought from the deer.

"This should last us until we reach Weeks Bay."

She nodded as she pulled out the map. She'd been tracing their progress since they began and she seemed to have found something.

"I was studying the map while you were gone and found a place we might be able to hitch a ride. It'd save us two days."

He looked at a red circle she'd made over an open area beside a major highway. She tapped it with her finger.

"It's a massive truck stop with hundreds of drivers in and out every single day. We can easily find a ride down to the Bay. Trucks go to and from that area transferring fresh product from along the coastline."

He frowned.

"But we wont have disguises."

She nodded.

"I know. It's a bit of a risk since the police have probably gotten our images in the disguises we left in. And Roran will have our actual faces out there as well. We'll have to make a decision when we get closer."

He nodded.

"You think it's worth it?"

She shrugged, her shoulders lifting and lowering under his arm.

"It's worth it if we make it. Not so if we don't."

He chuckled.

"So basically the definition of a risk."

She sighed.

"I just feel that we should get back a quickly as possible."

He turned and kissed her temple before resting his head against hers.

"I know. There's a lot that needs to be done."

Arya nodded.

"I just hope that everyone else makes it back as well."

He felt the wave of fear slam into him without mercy. He'd been purposefully pushing those thoughts from his mind. He didn't want to think about the possibility that Saphira, Orik, or Nasuada wouldn't make it back. His grip tightened on her shoulders and she curled further into his side. He could feel himself starting to lose it and he needed to get her to sleep before she could add him to her list of people to worry about.

"Go get some sleep, Arya."

She nodded and shifted against his side, the body heat that had built up was replaced by chilly air as she leaned away. Arya stood, squeezing his hand before she let it go.

"Goodnight, don't let me sleep past time. We both need our rest."

He leaned in frustration against the log he was resting against, his eyes heavy and his mind plagued by worries that had finally found the light of day. He couldn't think of anything else now. What was to come of the Varden? How was Nasuada handling her father's death? Was Saphira okay? Who the hell was Murtagh and what were his motives? What was Roran going to do with the instructions he was given? What would become of them once they. . or if, they arrived at DuWeld? He couldn't keep the questions from racing through his head. It felt like he was being pressed down upon by a large weight, like he was suffocating. His breathing became shallow and he fought the desire to go to Arya. She needed her sleep. Instead, he propped his head into his hands and tried to push everything out of his mind. He felt weak and he hated it. But nothing he did could take away the feeling that he wasn't strong enough to deal with what was coming. He continued to fight the overwhelming pressure. Groaning quietly, he stood and began to pace around the campfire.

When he finally went to wake her up hours later, he was a wreck. Entering the tent, he found her tucked halfway into the sleeping bag. She was curled into a ball on her side, her arms pulled into her chest. He watched the smooth panes of her back rise and fall as she breathed. He knelt beside her and placed a hand on her back, the warmth seeping from her skin into his palm. She shifted and turned towards him, catching his hand and linking their fingers together.

"Hey." She squeezed his hand, slowly pushing herself up. She looked at him tiredly before her eyes narrowed, her free hand raising to brush along his cheek. "You okay?"

He nodded, knowing that if she could tell something was wrong even when she was half-conscious, she wasn't going to believe him. Her thumb continued to trail down his cheekbone, along his jaw, and back up to his temple. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing and his body relaxing. He breathed deeply as she continued to trace his face, waiting for him to speak to her.

"What if they don't make it back?"

She squeezed his hand.

"I'm worried about them as well, Eragon. But it does no good to fret over things that you can't do anything about."

Eragon rolled his eyes and nodded

"I know. . . I just don't know how to stop 'fretting.'"

She smirked, her nails sliding calmingly through his hair.

"You are so very emotional."

He dropped his head, sighing and pushing her hand away.

"I know."

Both of her hands softly claimed his face.

"Eragon, I meant nothing bad by that. It is not a negative thing to be emotional. You just care for people so much. It's wonderful, but I can see how it torments you."

His shoulders were drooped in exhaustion and he let his forehead fall against hers. He didn't have the energy to fight anything at this point. She knew that. Arya's hands slid from his face to his shoulders, gently pushing him toward the ground.

"Get some sleep. It's harder to control your own head when you're too tired to think straight."

He settled onto his back, his hand finding her own.

"I love you. And the same rule applies to you. Don't let me oversleep."

She smiled and kissed him before standing.

"Whatever you say."

"Arya. . ."

As she exited the tent she paused and glanced back.

"I love you too."

With that she was gone. He let pure weariness close his eyes and put his mind at ease for the moment.

She shook him awake the next morning and he felt the worries crash through him once more, but this time they were dulled. He was able to control his worry; at least for the moment. Arya sat next to him, her legs crossed.

"How are you feeling?"

Eragon shrugged.

"Alright. You good?"

She nodded, pushing her hair out of her face in annoyance. It was starting to get a rather wild quality to it even as it rested in a ponytail.

"I'm fine. I think we should hitch a ride."

He raised his eyebrows.

"You seemed pretty unsure yesterday. What's changed?

Arya's eyes softened.

"The quicker we can get to DuWeld, the quicker we can see if everyone is alright. We might even be able to help others get back."

He linked their fingers.

"I'm down if you are."

She stood, pulling him up beside her.

"Good. I've packed everything up. Get yourself ready to go and we will head out. It shouldn't take too long to reach the truck stop."

-A-R-Y-A-

There were no hiccups on their journey and they made it to the truck stop in good time. But she could see the toll Eragon's fear for his friends had on him. He tried to mask it but he became less and less capable as time passed. It made her want to get to DuWeld all the more so that they could actually DO something. She would risk hitching a ride and being recognized if it meant getting Eragon into a better headspace.

They were sitting a mile out, trying to figure out exactly what to do next. She frowned.

"We can't just walk in with a bunch of weapons looking like crazy forest people."

Eragon chuckled.

"Obviously. I'll clean myself up a bit and go check it out. You can stick with the gear."

She raised a brow.

"Yeah? Is that what is going to happen?"

He shook his head.

"I'm not trying to 'save the day' or be your 'knight in shining armor.' I just feel like I'll be able to get a better read because I won't be noticed like you would be."

She tapped her finger against her leg, her brow furrowing.

"But what exactly is your plan? I'm sure I could get us a ride to the bay if I went in there."

He growled.

"Yeah, by drawing attention to yourself and making men drool at you. I'm not sure we want that many eyes on us." She made to speak and he rolled his eyes. "On you."

Arya nodded.

"You're probably right. Give me a plan, then."

He was silent for several minutes, his eyes exploring the area around him.

"Let's get closer and pick out a target. Once we choose somebody, you can wait half a mile down the road with our gear. I'll stumble in and convince the guy that I'm a hunter that is in way over his head. I got lost and stumbled around the forest until I came to the truck stop. I'll ask him if he can drive me to Weeks. We'll come to pick up my gear and you can climb in. I'll improv stuff depending on what the situation is."

Arya frowned.

"It's a bit lacking in the details but it will work. Let's pick our man."

They moved closer to the site and she pulled out the binoculars. The first truck she landed on was facing away from the direction she wanted. There wouldn't be any certainties, but the stop was built to keep too much turning of massive semis from happening. She ruled out the first three trucks she looked at. The fourth intrigued her.

"Check out that white Semi with the black panel on the left side."

Eragon took the binoculars from her and peered through them.

"It could work. It's not a major company truck so it wont have a huge chain of communication to deal with. But it's also got a license plate that is scratched and muddy. It looks like they're trying very hard to make it difficult to read."

She took the binoculars back.

"My thoughts exactly. He might be a shady character." She looked inside. "He's sleeping in there. There is a lot of trash piled on the dash as well. He doesn't seem to get out much. He's definitely not what you'd think of as your stereotype trucker though. Clean-shaven, crafted hair, a polo. This is not his normal job."

Eragon hummed.

"He's probably transporting some illegal goods. I don't think he would be the best choice for this. He's probably not headed where we want him to be. Let me see those for a moment."

She handed over the binoculars once more and he started searching through the trucks. It took fifteen more minutes to find an acceptable target. He pointed out a smaller semi that seemed to be ready to leave.

"This guy would be perfect. He doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry at all. His truck's been gassed up for five minutes and he's just talking to the guy beside him."

She took a turn to see what he was talking about.

"He might be returning from a delivery. It wouldn't be inconvenient for him to have some passengers."

They watched him for another five minutes before making the call. Arya pulled back into the forest a little ways and then retrained her eyes on Eragon. He made his way a little haphazardly toward the trucker before stumbling to a stop. The driver gripped Eragon's arm and listened intently as he told him his pathetic story. From the way the trucker was nodding and patting Eragon's back, she assumed he took the bait. The man waved Eragon into his truck and climbed in the driver's seat. She ducked into the brush beside her, not wanting to spook the driver before Eragon had a chance to explain some more. It took ten minutes before she heard the sound of a semi slowing down beside her location. Doors popped opened and then slammed shut as two sets of boots pounded on the pavement and then the forest floor. As they approached, Eragon spoke.

"You can come out now, Jess. I explained to this gentleman that we were just worried about bringing you into a stop full of truckers."

Arya stood, putting on her best worried and apologetic look.

"I'm sorry to put you out, sir. We just really need a ride back to Weeks Bay."

The trucker's beard ruffled as he smiled at her and reached out his hand.

"The name's Richard. You can call me Rick. It ain't no trouble having you hitch along. Hell, I'll enjoy the company. Why don't you hand me those bags and climb on board?"

She did as he asked, giving a wink to Eragon as she headed for the semi.

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FanBoyNinja: I'm glad the shortness didn't put you off. I hope this one didn't either because I know it wasn't as long as it could've been. I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted. Thank you for your review!

Ocadioan: It's been such a long time that I don't necessarily remember what we were talking about. What assignment am I late for lol?

Elemental Dragon Slayer: I don't even know why I respond to you. You are obviously planning to bomb my apartment soon.

TheLoneVoyager: All of that sounds very smart and over my head lol. There were a lot of reasons I changed university. Mostly because I just felt that I wasn't supposed to be where I was. Haha I can bring back some ice-cold Arya I guess? Not to Eragon though. And they were just getting through all those relationship stages in a couple days. They'll be good for a while haha. Sorry that it's taken so long to post this chapter.

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Ninja15912: I've recommended the book to so many people at this point. Everyone loves it. Haha I mean, I'm not sure I'd like to have that at the end of everyone's reviews. I like to have my ego inflated ;)

TheeRoyalJester: Long time no talk? Lol, how are you? Yeah, Guardians was an amazing movie. I seriously loved it. Elemental Dragon Slayer is British and he thinks he's better than us. He's obviously not. I tell him that all the time. He never seems to understand though lol. Haha we can just make fun of you as we all play then? I kid, we won't do that. . . much. Haha when was it decided that I was a leprechaun? I can't exactly remember that converstation. I've seen Kingsley, he does videos with iisuperwomanii sometimes. Haha we shall never be together. He is always threatening my friends and calling me names. Lol, calling poor Noon a bitch isn't very nice. Ugh, I think I got the proper amount of "e's" this time.

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Guest: It is not. At least not anymore.

Blue51818: I haven't necessarily figured out what I will do with some of that stuff, but I hope to work in as much as I can.

Walter Peterson: Everything is good now! The past year was pretty difficult though. Thank you and I apologize that this came so late!

Sarah: :)

Guest: I appreciate that you still follow! Hopefully I haven't left you hanging for too long.

Shrek will Shrek you up: Thank you! I do plan on continuing, I just went through a little(large) dry spell.

burning book: No need to apologize! I don't write for the reviews! I just want people to enjoy it!

SHC: The story is not discontinued. Sorry for the long wait!

Guest: I'm glad! And as for the birthday, I definitely changed paths a couple chapters later. I should really go back and remove that :P

Guest: It probably is? I don't remember what you're referring to lol.

supermarshmallow: Thanks, sorry for the long wait! :P

Era: I will write an epilogue once the story is finished I'm assuming. I'm not done just yet ;)

Gazamidori: No need to apologize! I should be the one apologizing since I haven't updated in a REALLY long time haha. Haha not need for maturity here! I STAND FOR NEVER GROWING UP! I am doing well now. I appreciate you asking about my wellbeing :) Lol, I mean, everything does kind of follow that pattern. And if one breaks the pattern, they should do it in a better way than Paolini did in IC. You have to have a reason to break the pattern. What is DOTA exactly lol? Like League right?

faithful fan: I'm sorry, I was in denial that it was on hiatus. I hope to speed up my update times.

Guest: I appreciate you understanding that we have lives, but there's no need for cursing at other reviewers lol.

Rando: Possibly ;) Arya has some ass to kick there.

MLGFarmerElite: Thank you very much! :D

MegSkoomaPirate: I LOVE HAVING NEW FRIENDS! Lol, thank you.

veagleeyev: Wowwww. . . lol you hardcore reviewed this story. I appreciate all the effort you put into doing so. And not that it's an excuse, because I still did them, but I do know what clauses, contractions, and semicolons are lol. I also know the different the there's and your's. I honestly just don't edit these chapters before I put them up so I know they have some grammar issues. . . lol. I have not heard of KOTOR. What is it? I feel like Murtagh can be forgiven, honestly. It would just take a lot of time. I think that Islanzadi understands Arya a lot more than is on the surface. She just doesn't know how to really show that. At least in this FF. Keep in mind that I'm not going step by step with the books. Not all of this is going to parallel with IC. And I definitely know that Eragon is OOC. I planned him like that because Paolini did a crap job with him. I've played Star Wars: KOR before I think. I wish I had a PC to play these games on lol. Thank you again for taking the time and reviewing so much.

TheDeafListener: I am not dead lol. Thank you haha.

fdquesada: Right now lol.

Hyliaelvulcanish Bard Of Death: Thank you kindly :P

coollukellightfoot12: I did not die lol.

Sebastiaan Asselbergs: Thank you! And I am very sorry for that haha. I understand your rage because I have felt it too. I will work on updating before the year is up this time around :D

learningtowritewell: Lol thank you. I like when people get creative with their "update please" reviews :D

fredo747: Has it been years or just a year? I hope it's only been a year.

Guest,Assassin1429, LunLunlunFun, Guest,professor nakayama,captain-chaos0: Your wish is my command (even though it's a year late lol).