Hi there. So, I had this idea of what would happen if another Rider wanted to sit on the Throne, but trained by Eragon. So, tadah. I don't own anything, except the characters I made myself. Sit back and enjoy this story .

She absentmindedly stroked the nose of her purple dragon. Her violet eyes were casted on the map of Alagaësia, which rested on her lap. Sunken in thought, she stroked a bit of raven black hair behind her pointed ear. After that, she let her long slender finger rest on the map. It followed the line between where she was till Du Weldenvaren.
Her dragon suddenly growled. She looked up. "Shh, calm down Ianthe. It soon will happen." She looked down at the map. "It soon will be ours."
A knock on the door made her freeze. "Who is there?" She said in the Ancient language, quickly rolling up her map.
"Irgaf, son of Gharvzog, also known as the Bonebreaker, rider of the brown dragon Ekarun." The person answered with a deep rumbling voice, in the same language. Because of that, she knew it was him, for you cannot lie in the Ancient Language. She got up and hurried to the door.
"Irgaf! I'm so happy to see you." She pulled him inside and gave him a short hug, standing on her toes to reach his neck. He had been trained to be Rider at the same time as she, and they became friends during their training. "How was your journey?"
"Líadáin" The Urgal bowed his head in honour. "The journey went well. Ekarun flew like the wind. It was a long journey, but we reached our goal and the Ebrithil was pleased."
Líadáin gave him a small smile. "How is Nasuada? Old, I guess."
The Urgal grinned. "She is. I'm afraid her time is almost over. They are making Elitha ready for the throne."
Líadáin wrung her hands together. "Perfect."
Behind her, her purple dragon raised her head and blew a puff of smoke to Irgaf. Eld Jeirda. It is a pleasure seeing you again. Irgaf bowed for her.
"It is good to see you too, Ianthe Ekarun could not stop talking about you." He smiled.
The purple dragon just winked at the Urgal.
Irgaf gestured at the papers lying upon her table. "You're still going on with your plan?" He walked to the table and rested his big hands on it. The wood creaked under his weight.
"I am." She answered softly, leaning against the wall. "He makes me sick. How things are going in Alagaësia makes me sick. Treating the sorcerers like they are servants." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Irgaf turned around to face her. "He asked me to get you. He has a quest for you."
Líadáin sniffed. "Of course he has. Commanding us all around while he's sitting on his big, lazy ass, pretending to be super important. If it was Ianthe who had been taken by Galbatorix, I would be the one sitting there." She walked to the window and leaned on the sill. "I can't wait to leave this place. I mean, I really like helping to train the new Riders, and the Dragons, and I love my house but I can't stand how he is commanding us, like he's the king."
Calm down, Líadáin. We will get what we want. For now, you must act like nothing is wrong. We will face him and do what he wants, until we find it.
Líadáin smiled. thank you, Ianthe. "I am going. You'll find bread and honey in the kitchen. We'll say goodbye later, all right?" She walked to the door and opened it, while her dragon left trough the big hole in the wall.

The doors slammed against the walls when she pushed them open. Taking big steps, she walked into the room till she reached the head of the large wooden table standing in the middle. Her purple dragon followed her on her heels. A man sat on the other side; his head bowed over papers. "Ebrithil. Bjartskular." Líadáin said to announce herself.
The person looked up. It was no one more then Eragon Shadeslayer, Kingkiller, free-er of Alagaësia and rider of Saphira. "Ah, Líadáin. You've arrived at last." The blue dragon, lying behind him, lazily opened one of her blue eyes to look at her. Eragon shoved away his papers and gestured at the stool opposite of him. "Sit, please."
"I prefer to stand, thank you very much." And she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
Eragon sighed. He got to know her strong will when she had just started training with him. Ever since, she had been difficult to control. But that was acceptable, since she was one of his best students. Ge had never met someone with a stronger mind, except for Galbatorix, but he had Eldunarí. Actually, she was one of the first three he had trained. She, rider of the purple dragon. The Urgal named Irgaf, on the brown dragon, and a dwarf named Gimm, on an orange dragon. Fifty years had already passed since the girl had first came here.
"Very well then." He let his eye go over her, investigating. She wore a leather, green top above a pair of black trousers. A Riders sword hung around her waist. Her black hair was braided and hung over her shoulder. Her violet eyes had always fascinated him. They seemed to look through him. She had full, red lips. All with all, she was a pretty appearance. If his heart hadn't already belonged to somebody else, he might've... She would have made a good mate. Even the Eldunarí said that if he was ever going to marry, she would make a good wife. Líadáin kept standing where she was, her eyebrow raised. "I couldn't help but noticing you're a bit absent lately."
"Absent, Ebrithil. What do you mean by 'absent'? I seem to have been present at every meeting, and every morning and every evening when we share food together. I am there when we do sword practise, and I am there when I must help training the Riders. I am there where I am asked to be, or where you command me to be. I seem to have been doing everything you asked me to. It is true that I sometimes return to my home to read or rest, but I did not know that was forbidden." She cocked an eyebrow.
Eragon blinked by her rant. "That is not forbidden at all, you are right. But I find it is like you're a bit..." He seemed to hesitate, looking for words.
You seem to not be really here with your mind. Saphira filled in for him.
"Maybe I am." Líadáin answered. "But my feelings and thoughts are none of your concern whatsoever. Why don't you just tell me why you have summoned me here. I'm sure it is not because you were concerned."
Eragon rumbled through his papers till he found a sealed document. "Very well. I want you to go to Du Weldenvaren to deliver the reports of this year." He handed her the letter. "And then you will go to Dras-Leona. A group of rebels is planning to take over the city, and they have a sorcerer."
Líadáin nodded. "Anything else?"
Eragon got another letter from inside his tunic. "Give this to Arya please."
Anger flared up inside her. "You know, maybe you should go there yourself instead of using us as your personal messengers to deliver your stupid loveletters to the queen while you're sitting here on your lazy ass." She raised her chin and glared at him angrily.
Ianthe gave a loud growl. Excuse me for the behaviour of my Rider, Ebrithil. She is not in the best of moods today.Directed to Líadáin, she said: Get hold of your temper, or he might suspect something.
Líadáin sniffed and gave Eragon a nod of acknowledge. "I apologise, Ebrithil. My nights of sleep have not been so long and good as I hoped."
Eragon frowned for a bit, but then shoved the letter over table to her. "You may take one of the Eldunarí. Go to their room and let them decide who will come."
"Very well. Anything else?"
May the wind be in your back, Ianthe. Saphira closed and opened one of her blue eyes as if she was winking.
"That was all." Eragon returned to his papers.
Líadáin kept standing where she was, her gaze upon Eragon.
He looked up. "What is it, Líadán? I thought I said that was all."
She clasped her hands together behind her back. "I ask you for permission to visit my brother in Teranat."
Eragon frowned. "Teranat. Isn't that a small village between Gil'Ead and Carvahall?"
"If I knew where Carvahall was, I'd answer that question."
Eragon scratched his head. "Where Roran lives. I showed you when you were in training."
Ianthe flashed Líadáin a memory of a map. In the left corner, was the name Carvahall written.
"Oh, yes. I remember."
Eragon leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands together. "That will take you at least a week longer."
Líadáin looked down. "I haven't seen him in 50 years. I'm afraid he won't live much longer. It would be great if I could see him once more before he dies."
Please, Ebrithil. It means a lot for my Rider./Ianthe pleaded.
Eragon sighed. "Alright, alright. But you must hurry."
"I will leave immediately." She bowed and turned. Wait, you lazy arrogant prick, wait and you will see my wrath. Wait, and you'll see what you've done to me, and that you shouldn't have treated us this way. Wait, and you will lose what you love. Just wait, kingskiller.

So, that's it. I hoped you liked this first chapter. Please, R&R! I love getting tips and hints on my writing! I hoped you liked the characters I made. I am working on Chapter 2!