Hi it's me and i have returned to write a new book. No I will not give up my other story so it will be on hold for a bit. This story will take place during Brisinger, and this is a different type of story so the real PJATO storyline wont be involved. As you can see from the grouping this will be a PJATO story and Inheritance Cycle so I own nothing. I repeat I own nothing.

Chapter 1

Eragon POV

It was dark, that was for sure, as a storm-swept through the beautiful forests of Du Weldenvarden. The sky was probably as dark as Shruikan's scales himself I thought absent-mindedly. The trees were swaying in the direction the wind was blowing. Truthfully, it seemed as though the gods themselves were in turmoil as lightning danced across the sky. As i watch this weather I can't help but remember one of the things that Oromis-elda had stated on one of my earlier visits to him. What was the thing he had said that he was not one of the few riders to have survived the Fall. I constantly had thought about this and asked Oromis many questions about the other survivors. Each and every time he would only wave his hand as if swatting a fly, which I know he would never do, and reply with "I shall tell you when the time comes.

I was snapped out of my trance by my great sapphire dragon twitching in her sleep inside if what seemed as a giant bowl in the ground but with some added pillows for more comfort than the cold wooden floor. That is when I came to a conclusion, first I will solve the riddle given to me by the werecat Solobum, Next I will get Rhunon-elda to make me a sword if the werecat turns out to be wrong and there is nothing under the Meona, even if she has to control my body, which I had no idea would be epic forshadowing, and finally I will get Oromis-elda and Glaedr-elda. Yes that will be done and maybe I can find us some well deserved assisstance in this war. As those thoughts finished I enterd a peaceful and dreamless sleep, preparing myself for tommorrow.

Next Day: 3rd Person POV

Eragon awoke early that morning because of two things. The first was a small shaking that a dragon causes when they walk, which managed to get Eragon to crack open his eyes only to close them again to delay the start of the day. What truly woke the mighty Shadeslayer from his slumber was the heat that was on his body as well as the smell of smoke. The Rider's eyes shot only to discover Saphira holding a flaming branch above his face. "SAPHIRA," was all the majestic blue dragon's rider managed to say before he fell from the bed.

"Let us be off Eragon, I already know of your plans and I want to know about the fellow survivors as well as you said yesterday we must find the weapon under the Meona Tree so that you may be able to enter the fight again," Saphira stated with humor still in her voice from Eragon's wake up call.

"Yes let us be off, I am in need of a new sword if I am to be able to defeat Murtagh as well as the Tyrant of this country" Eragon replied while dressing.

Truthfully Eragon was nervous about his new weapon. What if it was something that Eragon did not know how to use like a bow-staff. Eragon gulped down his fears as he saddled Saphira and took to the sky. The great forests of Du Weldenvarden stretched out as far as the eye could see and looked as though the storm from the night before had no effect on the forest of the elves. The day was sunny and warm which refleacted off one of the small ponds below. The smell of pines that Eragon loved was drifting through the air as the Rider and Dragon of the new and free order soared towards the Meona.

Now skip to the part where Eragon already has Brisingr and is going to Oromis and Gladr to say goodbye (yes i know that i am lazy)

Eragon arrived at Oromis's hut with Brisigr the same day as the swords creation. The sun's rays lighting the tall trees producing long, dark shadows that all pointed to the same direction, west. "It is time for me to find out about what has happened to the other surviving riders" Eragon thought to himself as he entered the hut that contained the elder rider inside. The hut was well-lit and showed the elder rider sitting at his desk reading a scroll that Eragon has never seen before.

"Ah Eragon I see that you have come to say a goodbye to your teacher well come outside with me and we will talk," Oromis said as he looked up. Oromis was garbed in heavy traveling robes of blue and green, over which he wore a corselt of golden scale armor, as well as bracers upon his arms. A tall, diamond-shaped sheild was slung across his back, an archaic helm was placed carefully on the table in front of him, and around his waist was belted his bronze-colored sword, Naegling.

"Yes master," Eragon replied while following Oromis out the door of Oromis's pine home to the beautiful Crags of Tel'naeir. Just as they arrived out the door a majestic sapphire blue and a just as majestic golden-colored dragon and dragon landed next to their riders.

"Are you going to fly with us to the Varden?

Saphira asked as she shaked with excitement.

"We shall fly with you as far as the edge of Du Weldenvarden, but there we must part paths," replied the wise elf as he continued, "Then Glaedr and myself will be going to Gil'ead to join the fight with the elves".

Eragon jumped with surprise at what his master had said as Saphira hissed with surprise. Eragon then thought about the situation that Alaglasia was in, "another rider and dragon fighting against the tyrant red and black riders will be well appreciated as well as raise morale drastically" Eragon thought as he looked at his mentor.

"Though that is not why you are here, but before we get to that we must give you something" Oromis stated as he took a

golden object about a foot in diameter out of a soft cloth wrapping and proceeded to hand the object to Eragon. Meanwhile the new rider was viewing the object with fascination as he had never seen an Eldunari before and it was sure a sight to see. It's surface was warm and covered with hundreds of sharp facets, which varied somewhat in size and sometimes projected at odd, slanting angles. The center of the Eldunari glowed with a dull radiance, similar to that of a shuttered lantern, and the diffuse light throbbed with a slow steady beat. As soon as Eragon made contact with the Eldunari he had a quick taste of Glaedr's emotions and memories before Glaedr shielded his mind much to the thanks of Eragon.

"To you and Saphira I give you my Eldunari for I know that there is no one who I would trust more with it, other than my rider,"Glaedr said in Eragon and Saphira's minds before adding, "You may tell Nasuada of this because of your oath of fealty to her but only if you must. for the sake of dragon's everywhere, what few of us remain, the truth about the Eldunari cannot become common knowledge," Glaedr said calmly while looking at Eragon with trust.

"Yes Master and I hope to e able to tell Arya and the elves commissioned to guard me can be informed of this too?" Eragon said in a questioning voice while putting Glaedr's eldunari in Saphira's saddle.

"They have already been informed of this so I guess that if you wanted to you could tell them again," Oromis said in reply with a small chuckle.

Eragon stood there with betrayal in his eyes while saddling Saphira. Once fully mounted he took a breath and breathed in the smell of the pines that he loves so. " I guess that they wouldn't have been able to tell me huh," Eragon thought towards Saphira.

"Your probably right and they could not tell us so there is no reason to be angry at them," Saphira thought back to Eragon as they took flight towards the place that could very well be the direction of their death. Although they could both die on this journey, they knew that if they managed to stop the king before dying it would be worth it.

Little did Eragon remember at that moment of flying over the great forest of Du Weldenvarden was his question about the other surviving riders and their dragons.