Motivated by three awesome reviews, I pulled myself together and wrote Chapter 2! Thanks to AwesomeDragonGirl, Elemental Dragon Slayer, and General Jazza.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. Never have, never will.

Chapter 2: The Rider of Green

Sighing, Celeste picked up the chunk of pure silver and scuffed the rubble aside.

"Freth-" she started, before catching herself. Damn you, Eragon. I can't even hide my own work now. Finally accepting defeat, she placed the misshapen silver on the table next to her bed and stepped outside.

Like always, the sight that unfolded before her eyes never ceased to amaze her. Elves singing graceful sculptures out of trees or practicing sword fighting in the arena, their bodies moving like water, perfectly mirroring each other. Urgals wrestling with each other, horns interlocked with the intensity of battle. Dwarves working in the forges to create masterpieces of metal that could give even the Elves a run for their money. Dragons flashing in the sky, like a rainbow of jewels of pure light. And in the center of it all was Saphira. The giant, blue, sparkling mass of diamond-plated armor. Leaning against her leg as if it was the most normal thing in the world was Eragon, taking a nap in the shade of his monstrous friend.

"Du Sundav abr Ilirea," Celeste breathed to herself. The Shadow of Ilirea. The island's name was meant to serve as a warning and reminder, but also as a memorial. The Shur'tugal may have returned, but it will be long before the rise to the former glory.

Just then, a flash of silver immediately caught her attention. Her eye was drawn to the silver…something…Eragon was resting his hand on. Celeste laughed at herself. So that's where he's keeping you, Aaren. Right in plain sight.

She nimbly jumped off the balcony onto the platform below, and ran down the winding tree, taking the stairs by twos. Finally, she lightly jogged to Eragon and prodded him with her foot. She had barely touched him when she found herself encased in Saphira's large, ivory talons with Eragon's famous sword, Brisingr, resting on her collar bone.

"Hello to you too, Ebrithil," she said nervously, while trying to twist herself into a more comfortable position.

Eragon weakly laughed and sheathed his blade. "Saphira and I are both more on guard when we're asleep than when we're awake."

Eying Aaren, Celeste replied, "But I'm sure none of you are aware of anything when you're put in an enchanted sleep. I feel like half my brain is dead right now."

Eragon looked up at Saphira. She does have a point…should we?

I don't see why not.

Shrugging once more, Eragon pointed at Aaren's limp form and said, "Slytha neiat!"

Aaren's tail twitched, and he slowly raised his head. Lazily opening one large silver eye, he said, told you it wouldn't work.

Celeste, however, was outraged about a whole other issue.

"You just said Slytha? You just told him to go to sleep and that's all it took? You knocked out a dragon with one word! How freakin' powerful are you?"

Much more powerful than you, young one, Saphira replied.

But Celeste wasn't interested in the blue dragon's answer. She was looking for the truth, and she would find it, whether Eragon wanted it or not. Celeste had tried before, many times, to inquire how Eragon performed the amazing tasks of magic he did, without breaking a sweat. There was the time Aaren got caught in a storm, and Eragon literally took control of him and piloted him back to the island. There was the time a medium-sized tree almost fell on one of the Urgals. And now there's the time he puts Aaren to sleep with a spell that was meant for temporarily fazing humans. And every time, he gave the credit to those mysterious 'other dragons' helping him. What was he? Some kind of dragon-wrangler?

Celeste squared her shoulders, and walked over to her master, who was standing a little ways away, looking up at the sky and holding something. As she approached, she saw that he was holding a painting, which looked like a beautiful, enhanced version of the sky above.

"That's so pretty!" Celeste cried, running towards him. She had completely forgotten her initial goal, and was completely entranced by the picture. That was her weakness- she loved pretty things, especially silver things, just because they were pretty.

"Thank you," Eragon replied, handing it to her so she could examine it closer. "It's called a fairth," he said, assuming his usual teacher-y tone. "A picture made by magic."

For once, Celeste wasn't listening to him. Instead, she asked, "What's that green thing? It looks like a dragon, but I don't recall any green dragons on Du Sundav."

Eragon started, and Saphira raised her head. "Green thing?" he asked.

Where? Saphira inquired.

"In the picture," Celeste replied, annoyed. "Upper left."

Eragon leaned in to examine the picture, while Saphira raised her head to the west. Then, in one fluid motion, Eragon placed the fairth in Celeste's hands and jumped onto Saphira, who stood at the ready. As if by some unsaid agreement, they took off and a streak of blue was shooting to the green dot, which was could clearly be recognized as a dragon.

Pass this message onto every elf you see, Eragon's voice echoed, Onr Drottning trer adencav irou. Celeste didn't know what it meant, but several elves near her widened their eyes and ran off. This process was seen all around the island, and elves seemed to drop what they were doing and talk to each other in rapid-fire Ancient Language.

Ugh, Celeste thought to Aaren, Elves and their customs.

Whatever it was that Eragon said seemed to rile them up. I've got no idea what it means, what about you? Aaren asked, equally mystified.

Onr means 'your' and Drottning has something to do with nobility, I think. Perhaps he said 'Your nobility has all died and now you and your kind are an anarchy.' A bit long though…

Aaren was silent. Why don't we go check?

I like that idea, Celeste thought as she swung herself onto Aaren. "And away we go!"

In one rippling motion Aaren launched himself in the air with Celeste on his back. You should prepare yourself, he said, we may be about to face an enemy alongside Eragon. Don't you notice? He's cleared the skies.

Celeste laughed. If it's a fight Mr. Green Blob Thing wants, it's a fight he's gonna get!

Warily, they approached the two dragons, which were facing each other, as if they were preparing for combat. However, as they closed in, they could see that the two riders were standing on the green dragon's back and…hugging?

"I've missed you," Celeste heard a girl's voice say.

Deciding this was way too weird and awkward for her, Celeste finally interjected, "First of all, this is the first time I've ever been able to sneak up on you, Ebrithil. Second, who's the girl?"

The two hurriedly distanced themselves, and the girl, who was wearing green elvish clothing, a shade lighter than her dragon, raised her hand, and pushed the ebony hair out her eyes. Celeste saw a shining Gedwey Ignasia on her palm. The dark haired girl then turned and said, "One of your students, Eragon?"

"Yes, this is-"

Celeste couldn't help herself. "Oooh!" she squealed, "A name without an honorific! And no correction! What's that suggest about you two?"

Lol, that was fun writing :D Try coming up with some words in the Ancient Language whenever you're bored...