Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Edward's POV:
                          
If you guys tell Eragon I'm drinking I will destroy you.   This was my eighteenth bottle of vodka and it was starting to affect me.  I had found Balton starting to look attractive and knew that my time in Soberland was up.  I couldn't stop drinking though, I drank bottle after bottle, hit on both Trogon and Balton, and started shouting in French.  Then something hit my head and everything went dark.
                          
I woke up in my own bed, confused, and with a major headache.  I opened my eyes and tried to flinch away to the face that was at least three inches away from mine.  "Kara?" I asked, tilting my head.  "Yes, my Prince?" She asked in a soft, innocent voice, wrinkling her nose at my alcohol stained breath.  "Does Eragon know what I did....?"
"Not yet, my Prince, but Balton is probably going to tell her once she's rested up from having her baby...." Kara's last sentence struck me like a knife.  "I told her I'd be with her when she gave birth!" I gasped, struggling to sit up.  "Shh, it's okay." Kara pushed me back down, speaking softly.  "You didn't know it would happen, but it's over now.  She has Stan with her too."  Kara brushed my hair from my eyes and got up.  "There's some Advil and a cup of water on the nightstand, my Prince." She finished as she walked out.  I took the Advil and got up quickly, then I made sure to brush my teeth well before running into Eragon's room.  She was asleep, laying against Stan who was holding the baby.  He put a finger up to his lips, gesturing for me to be quite.  I walked in carefully and smiled.  "It's beautiful... what's the gender....?" I whispered.  "Female." Stan replied, also whispering.  "Named her yet?"
"Her name is Alyssa."
"It's beautiful..."
"Yeah."
I looked back at Eragon, even asleep she seemed exhausted.  "I wanna hold Alyssa......."
"Mkay."
I took Alyssa from Stan.  She was squishy and it took a lot to resist the urge to squeeze her like a teddy bear.  I want a baby...
                          
Fang's POV:
                          
I put my teddy bear, Beowulf, in my survival bag, with a light blanket and the first aid kit.  If I die in this war my faithful companion from Kindergarten is coming with me.  I walked out to address the troops I was leading.  9,021 men and women stood before me, there were no children, they were my last choice to send onto the field.  "We split up as soon as we're out of the camp.  Group one follows Tom to the south wing, group two follows Emma to the west, and group three follows me to the north wing." I let that sink in.  "Move out!" I commanded after a second, as I jumped from my stage and led the troops out the gate of the camp.  We split up like I planned, we even arrived at the planned area early.  My men grabbed sticks, twigs, and branches so we could send up a smoke signal.  Once the fire started we waited, 15 minutes later, at the set time, there was a reply from the west, 10 minutes after them came the one on the south wing.  We advanced into the forest, it was silent at first, but the first sounds of gunfire rang out from the south.  I heard howls and more gunshots, then it stopped suddenly, there was our distraction.  I broke into a run, barely having to command my soldiers to do the same.  We ran for another two and a half hours, only stopping twice for a headcount and a water break, when shots were fired again, more this time, from both the east and west sides of the forest.  I also smelt smoke and burning birch, then I heard several of my own men spring into action behind me.  I turned to see a mix of vampires and wolves both in human and animal forms fighting my own men, then sprang into action myself.