The dragon was a frightning silver, brighter than any other. It was breathing fire

onto Glaedr and Oromis. The rider appeared to be a female rider with brown hair. There

was silver, gold and ruby red streaks mixed into it. Her hair was covering her face, so

Eragon was unable to decide whether she was human or elf.

The girl looked up and saw him. The dragon stopped breathing fire, and looked

at where Eragon was hiding. A minute passed, and the dragon resumed the fire-job.

Eragon said to Saphira, Stay here. We don't know if they've sworn loyalty to Galbatorix.

He muttered a spell that would make him appear invisible.

Eragon quickly, but quietly, headed torwards the dragon and Rider. He was about

to say a confinement spell when the girl said, "Shadeslayer. Please, let's not fight. Glaedr

told you to come here?" She laughed when Eragon's puzzlement showed. "I forgot to

introduce myself. I am Solus. This is Arget. We know of Glaedr's death." Her eyes flashed.

"You are not the last free rider and dragon." Arget was looking at him, having

abandoned burning their old teachers. Solus moved her hair behind her ears. Eragon

sharply inhaled. The warm air and smoke burned his throat as the idea passed through

his mind. Solus is an elf.