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Can't wait til I can read and write more!

Any way, on to chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Soaring over the city, he took in the beauty of the city, Dras Arucane. It sat in the center of Edoc'sil Evarinya, an island twice the size of Vroengard, with mountains dwarfing those of the Spine, but still small in comparison to the Boers, that they decided to name Fells Shur'tugal. Within the centermost and largest mountain, lies Argetlam Hall, where most of the festivities were being held. It is where the young riders resided until old and experienced enough to sing their homes from the trees or other element. His own home lay on the peak farthest West, facing Alagaesia.

At the highest peak, dwarfing even Glaedr when he was alive, and creating Aiedail Point, is a statue of Bid'daum and the first Eragon. It depicts Bid'daum rearing on his hind legs, preparing to breathe fire, with Eragon beside him, brandishing a pure white sword in one hand and cradling a dragon egg in the other. Few knew that the sword he is wielding is actually the sword Islingr of Vrael, and even fewer knew that it was the entrance to the Vault of Souls. Only two knew how to open it.

As they descended, he saw a flash of green off to his right, but payed it no mind. There were a few green dragons on the island. As soon as he leapt off of Saphira, he became entranced with the magic of the night, the whole celebration going by in a blur, and the many drinks he had did not help. He vaguely remembered entering a drinking contest, though he couldn't recall who won.

Eventually, Saphira had to carry him off, being too drunk to stand. He staggered into his bedroom, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow, with dreams of a raven haired maiden with whom he danced.

"Be careful, we don't want him recognizing you."

"I doubt he will, he's too drunk," she replied as she changed her eye color to a lighter green and curling her hair a bit, hoping the drinks' influence was enough to keep him from realizing who she was. "I hope..." and she set out from the cave they had found high up in the mountains, a lone figure stepping out from another not too far away.

"You might want to leave that behind," she said, looking to the wine red sheath that hung from his hip, knowing he was reluctant to part with it. A glimmering red head appeared at the opening of the cave and waited as the figure unbuckled the sword from his belt. The head soon retreated with the sword grasped gently in it's jaws.

As they headed down the mountainside, she heard him murmur a quick spell. When next she looked, his eyes were a darker shade of blue, not that of ice. His hair was also a light brown, but still straight.

"I hope they didn't see us when we landed. You came earlier, so there's less of a chance they saw you. We landed as they were flying past."

"Don't worry. They probably didn't. I just can't wait to see his reaction," she heard him say with a laugh, "That is, if he isn't too drunk to recognize us."

"Let's hope he is, that way, we can mess with him a little." She smiled evilly at the thought.

"Don't injure him too much. I know what you're capable of."

"Fine."

As another person passed out from drunkenness, the two remaining contestants of the drinking contest clumsily reached for another tankard. Both of them were having a hard time keeping their eyes open. She could only roll her eyes, knowing that they're going to regret this tomorrow morning.

As she looked back up, they both fell, but only one stayed awake. She sighed and dragged the sleeping contestant to the corner so he wouldn't be stepped on. "Looks like you can't stop me from messing with him too much."

She returned to where she was and saw the other contestant cautiously return to his feet, swaying all the while. She smirked and walked over. "Would you like too dance?" she asked while trying not to laugh.

"Of co-*hic*-ourse miss," trying to put on his most charming smile, earning himself a laugh from her as he stumbled forward to the dance floor. A slow song was being played, and she ended up being the one leading, as he could barely stand.

She saw her companion slowly stand up, clutching his head. He looked their way right as the song was beginning to close. She smirked as he continued to watch, letting him know she was planning something. She decided that the dance needed a big finish, so she quickly spun them in a circle, and let go.

As he tumbled to the ground, she quickly dashed to the corner and grabbed her companion's wrist, dragging him outside, where she finally allowed herself to laugh. "You could've waited until I woke up!" he exclaimed in annoyance.

"It wasn't my fault you passed out! Anyway, I wanted to see if he was too drunk to dance!" laughing all the while. He rolled his eyes. "You'll get your chance later. Come on, let's look around."

I know, I know,

They're all OOC, but who cares, nobody's perfect.

I know I went a little overboard with the names. I don't really have an excuse for that, But here they are!

Dras Arucane: City of Endless Fire

Fells Shur'tugal: Dragon Rider Mountains

Aiedail: The morning star

Aiedail point: where Aiedail sets each day

You should know the rest. I'm lazy, I know.

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