A/N: Alrighty, this is a one-shot companion piece to my fiction Enchanted. It's about Vanir and Aura, my OC dragoness. I hope you like it and although I haven't explicitely mentioned exactly why Aura hatched for Vanir I hope it shows you what their relationship is like.


Vanir! Aura shouted joyously as soon as she spotted him in the gathering saying goodbye to herself, her dam, her sire, her siblings and their riders.

Beneath her she could see patterns of light dancing as the sunlight was reflected of her glorious purple scales. Her head rose in pride, and her thoughts were smug, as she landed beside Saphira.

I am the most beautiful creature in all of Alagaƫsia. The great dragon sighed in contentment, her deep purple scales rising and falling rhythmically.

Carefully watching the young elf out of the corner of her eye, she turned and quickly spoke to her mother. Saphira Brightscales was her dam. And it was from her that Aura got her wonderful scales. From her sire, Groenur, the dragon of last egg of Galbatorix, she got her form. Like the green male, Aura was sinuous and lithe. In the air she could twist and contort her body into any shape.

Remember to use your tail for direction. Saphira admonished.

Yes, Mother-Scales.

Conversation over, Aura leapt through the air, soaring towards Vanir. He attempted to duck and back away, hoping to evade the humungous dragon flying towards him, but he had no such luck. All one hundred pounds of Aura hit him, flattening him into the ground, as she sat atop him, wagging her tail excitedly like a dog.

What have I told you about acting appropriately, Aura? Saphira demanded.

I am to act as a proper wild dragon. But I like Vanir, Mother-Scales.

Yes, well, Vanir doesn't like you, does he now? He is not your rider and he never will be.

Head drooping slightly, Aura nosed Vanir's chest, restraining a saddened keen. Tentatively, the elf reached out and placed a shaking hand on the dragon's scaly brow, consoling her.

Aura didn't know what it was about Vanir that she liked but she had felt the elusive pull of his presence when he was in the vicinity of her egg. He hadn't touched it; but Aura knew Vanir was important.

Aura sank down to the floor, as Vanir rubbed her scales. She almost forgot he was underneath her until a moan of pain escaped him. Aura stood instantly, freeing Vanir, who grumbled something unintelligibly about overgrown dragons squashing him. In truth Vanir was gladdened by Aura's affection. He had never thought a dragon from the Pact would hatch for him, allowing him to be a rider, let alone become steadfast friends with a wild dragon. It instantly elevated his status amongst the other elves. People were beginning to see him and Aura in the same light as Eragon and Bid'Daum.

At Groenur's impatient call Aura scampered like a wounded rabbit back towards her family, flatly eyeing Brom and Ilia playing with Evandar and Jarla, her nest-mates. She almost wished she could have a Rider just to understand and enjoy the simple pleasure of sharing one's soul with another. But it would never be. She was a wild dragon, too fierce to be tamed.

When all were prepared, the dragons took flight. Aura lazily ascended, drifting through layers of air as though they were nothing. She did not strain her wings as other nest-mates did, even though she was younger. Flying was effortless for her. It was the biggest joy in her life, except of course for Vanir. But now, and Aura firmly believed this, she would never see him again. She promised herself she would forget the young, immature, arrogant elf and tried to convince herself he was no good for her.

But indigo scaled Aura couldn't resist a glance back at him. If she had been human or elven, a tear would have wormed its way from her eye and down her cheek. But she wasn't; she was a dragon, unable to cry. Instead her heart cried for her, already terribly missing her Vanir.

Back on the ground, Vanir followed her, running after the sight of the flashing scales. It had been hard for him to grow accustomed to the excitable hatchling. Even worse for him when she began to grow up, incessantly skipping after him wherever he went. But now, although Aura was like a constant pain in his side, he knew he would miss her.


A/N: So, what did you think? If anyone has any susipicions about why Aura hatched, I'd be really interested to hear them. Also, if anyone wants me to continue or write more, then I'd be happy to as long as they have a suggestion for a chapter. They may meet again in Enchanted but I haven't decided yet. Please review!