Disclaimer:I do not own any part of the Inheritance Cycle, all rights go to Christopher Paolini.


Author's Note:This chapter is split by the lines. They show the how the characters time travel in that characters point of view.


Arya and Firnen:

Arya sat, looking at her mirror, as tears threatened to fill her eyes. She had just finished scrying with Eragon, and there was no way to express the feelings that were threatening to overflow.

"It will be alright ,dear one." Her dragon Firnen said. "The Riders will return once more!"

Arya wiped away the offending tears. "Yes, I know, I am just confused about my feelings for Eragon. I apologize."

"Everyone is confused at times dear one, it is no fault of your own."

Arya smiled. Firnen could always be counted on to cheer her up.

"Why thank you, dear one. I would have to say the same for you."

"Meaning you do not wish to?" Arya teased.

"What I would wish is that I could taste those deer that have been eluding me for quite some time now."

Arya winced as Firnen sent her an image of the deer that he had just killed.

"The delicious meat, so refreshing on your tongue as the blood drips down our chin and-"

"Stop it!" Arya cried clapping her hands on her ears.

Firnen chuckled and returned to his hunting. He started diving at an alarming rate to catch his prey but he never got there. He felt wind swirling around him, and then nothing. Where was his partner-of-mind-and-soul? Where was he?

Back in Ellesmera, Arya experienced the same feeling. Where were they? And then she saw Eragon's face and her heart stopped.


Eragon and Saphira:

Eragon reclined in his chair. He had just finished scrying with Arya. As soon as he released the spell, he wished that he hadn't. He would never tire of looking into Arya's eyes or talking to her.

"Eragon, you lovesick pigeon, get over here!" Saphira said, or rather thought.

"Pigeon?" Eragon questioned, a he walked down the elaborate marble staircase. He and the elves had spent years building the city, which they named Du Skulblaka Grind, which translated to The Dragon Gate in the ancient language.

"It was the first thing I saw. Now hurry up, I don't know exactly what has happened, but I think Rhea might have gotten stuck under a rock."

Attempting to stifle his chuckles, Eragon asked "How did she manage that?"

"She was playing hide-and-go-seek."

Eragon lost it then, and started laughing, all the way down the stairs. When he finally regained control, he was outside, walking towards Rhea and Saphira, around which there was a crowd of interested and curious spectators.

"Everyone, leave! Go back to your studies! We will take care of this."

The crowd slowly thinned, until only Blodhgarm, Saphira, him, Rhea's dragon Lastise, and of course Rhea remained.

"Shadeslayer, we need your help. I could get her out, but I'm afraid I might hurt her."

"It's ok, we'll fix it, you may go back to whatever you were doing prior to this...disturbance."

Blodhgarm dipped his head and left. Eragon turned to Rhea, who had herself propped up using her elbows, with half her body under the rock.

"Rhea, you get into the most peculiar situations."

"I didn't try to, I just thought this would be a good place to hide but the rock must have shifted so I got stuck coming out. "

"Can you help her Master?" Lastise asked.

"Of course" Eragon said, then with his mind he said"Saphira, can you lift the rock off of her?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Saphira responded, then proceeded to lift the rock up.

Once Rhea was freed, and fussed over by Lastise, she thanked Eragon and Saphira and left. As they turned around to leave, they felt a strange wind surround them and then all was dark, and then light again. Eragon got up and turned around to see Arya looking at him. Her face showed complete shock and many other feelings, but the only emotion Eragon could feel was love.


Angela, Solembum & Elva

"I think we need a little more sleep potion up front" Elva remarked just as the bell rang, announcing the arrival of yet another customer.

"There's some under the counter" Angela replied.

Elva and Angela had opened a shop in Kuasta, shortly after Nasuada had decided to control all the magicians in Alagaesia. No one could have been more enraged then Angela, and so she packed her bags, donned a disguise, and became the herbalist in yet another shop in yet another town. Elva had nothing to do and so became an apprentice to Angela. Solembum had, of course decided to tag , Elva had not aged much, still looking around 9 years old. Angela had guessed that, though Elva would age, she would live longer then most humans, and look much younger then she actually was, because of Eragon's spell.

So as Elva helped the elderly lady who had arrived looking for a cure for her sleeping ailment, the bemused lady privately wondered why someone would let such a young girl run their business.

"Thank you, and have a nice day!" Elva exclaimed before turning around and looking for Solembum.

"I wonder where Eragon is now."

"Across the seas, training new Riders-"

"I know that, I just wondered what he might be doing right now."

" Well then how would I know?" Solembum said dryly before returning to his nap.

Elva sighed. She should have known better then to disturb Solembum during his nap.

"Yes, you should have."Solembum said.

"Get out of my head!" Elva replied before pushing Solembum away with her mind. She leaned back on the counter and eyed him wearily. Then she felt a wind blow around her, and heard Solembum's howl, and Angela's yell before everything went dark. As the light brightened, Elva squinted, and she thought she could barely make out the shape of a dragon's head looking at her.