A/N: Just to help you all out. Lotte's writing is in italics, while Jammes is in normal font. Sorry about spelling Galbatorix wrong in the last chapter. I couldn't remember if there was a 'h' or not. Oh and this goes for pretty much any story: you don't enjoy a story...don't read it. There is no sense is waisting your time or the authors with flames unless they are truly deserved. With that said on with the fic.

Jammes- you got how to sword fight wrong. Your never soposto "blindly defend and strike". You always need to antisapate what your opponent is doing and never just hacking away.


Following Brom's orders, Tarja turned her head to the right, giving a low whistle. Slowly a figure appeared from the trees hidden by a traveling cloak. Her sister stood behind her, a cautious hand placed on Tarja's back.

"Who are they?" She whispered frightfully, practically jumping as the horse snorted.


Tarja said something in the ancient language and a white horse joined them. His coat was like none Eragon had ever seen; it was seemingly stained by moon light. Stroking his pale coat, Tarja rested her forehead against his for a brief moment. Eragon could hear part of their silent conversation before she turned to her sister.

"This is Brom," she told the young woman who stood taller and seemed older aside from her timid demeanor. The older girl nodded, understanding. Tarja returned her attention to Brom. "Are you traveling directly?"

"Our wanderings lead us to Teirm." Tarja and her sister mounted their steeds and moved abreast to Brom. Then Eragon notice that Tarja had not spoken to or even looked at him. They rode in silence for the remainder of the day. Only when the sun was dying in the sky did they stop to break camp. Neither Tarja nor her sister spoke as Brom and Eragon blunted their swords and began sparring. Tarja's sister watched slightly interested while Tarja opened a scroll and began reading with deep intent. Eragon took notice that she never looked at him though her eyes would wander from her pages at times. This thought earned him a sharp rap on the ribs.

"Focus, Eragon, your better than this!" The pair was not distracted when Saphira settled to the ground in all her blue glory. She eyed the two women with slight interest before returning her attention to Eragon. "Enough," Brom said, holding up his hand. Both men were panting when they sat around the fire. Tarja laid down her reading and looked at the two for a moment.

"So the stories are true? That a black shadow is following a new rider?" She asked to neither directly.

"There is a darkness following us all," Eragon finally said his breath only just returning.

"But you are their main focus," she responded. It was not a haughty response, nor one of harshness. It was a statement of innocent curiosity and sincere regret.

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Yes, I am the rider," Eragon removed his glove and presented Tarja with his sliver palm. Her fingers faintly brushed across his palm as if the crest meant something sentimental to her.

"Your dragon is beautiful," she said vaguely, causing Saphira to open one sleepy eye.

"Her name is Saphira," Eragon informed her.

"It is the greatest honor, Saphira, to meet you," Tarja said softly in the ancient language. "You are the manifestation of our hopes." Saphira purred at the complement and Tarja smiled for the first time since she had joined the doomed party.


Tarja's sister watched Eragon and her beloved sibling, seeing how tenderly Tarja glided her fingers. She knew her sister far too well to know that look in her eyes. She let her eyes wander over to the dragon. Never before had she seen something as naturally breath taking as Saphira. For as long as she could remember she was fascinated in dragons', reading every scroll that she could get her hands on. Now, here in front of her very own grey eyes was the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen.

"What an honor to be in her presence," She spoke to her sister in the ancient language. The three turned to face her, forgetting she was even there.

"Does your sister have a name?" Eragon chimed in, looking over towards Tarja.

"She does," she answered simply. "You are not going to make me speak on your behalf all the time, are you?" She asked, watching her sister's face turn deep pink.

"My name is Kamell." Compared to any of the others' there her voice would have been a whisper. But so far it was the loudest thing to escape her lips.

"She speaks," Brom commented under his breath before tossing Eragon's sword back at him. "Again!" Over and over again the pair fought and yet each time ended with Eragon on the ground with a blade to his throat. Kamell watched intently, muttering things to herself as her sister returned her attention to the scroll.

"You don't think," Kamell spoke plainly as Brom and Eragon prepared for a new round. The young rider's head wiped around to face her.

"What did you say?" He thought that perhaps he was hearing things when she didn't reply right away. Rising from the ground she approached the two men, eyes darting between the two. Silently she asked for Brom's sword, extending her hand for it. Hesitantly he placed it in her gloved palm. Examining it for a moment she set herself up to challenge Eragon.

"I don't want to hurt you-," he began before the first hard clash of metal occurred.

"You don't think about your opponent or how they are going to strike you just blindly defend and strike," she instructed while they got caught up in a heated matching. "Your foot work is terrible," she continued. "I keep expecting you to trip over your own feet." By now their training caught everyone's attention, Tarja from her scroll and Saphira from her rest. As frustrating fighting with Brom was she was worse in shattering his ego. "Oh, and one last thing." With speed t hat astonished even Saphira, Kamell hooked her foot around his leg, and jerked it to topple him to the ground. "Your opponent won't fight fair. You have to be prepared." With that she returned the sword to and amazed and slightly confused Brom. Tarja grinned as her sister came to sit by her, returning to invisible mindset as if nothing had ever happened.