I'm back! Sorry, this took longer than planned... but I promise you I'm going somewhere with this so bear with me!
Chapter 2 part 2 (or Chapter 3 if you must): The Rider of Green Revealed!
"It suggests that-" Eragon started hurriedly, tripping over his words.
"It suggests that we've known each other for almost longer than you've been alive," the raven-haired girl replied. "That, and nothing more. Right, Eragon?" She placed a firm look on him.
Eragon ducked his head in agreement, and said, "Come on, Arya and Celeste. Let's go back."
Arya, Celeste said to Aaren, I feel like I've heard that name before.
When?
Not sure…I'll tell you if I remember…
Meanwhile, the dragons passed through a layer of cloud, and the island came into site. But it looked different to Celeste. Something she couldn't quite place her finger on. Sure there was an absurd abundance of elves running about, but that wasn't it. Something about the trees looked so…green. And not leaf-green, either. The same, bright, emerald green of Arya's dragon. Celeste quickly turned her head to sneak a glimpse of the green dragon, but the motion didn't go unnoticed.
"His name is Firnin," Arya said.
"Good for him," Celeste replied, annoyed. "Remind me again why I care?"
Arya look hurt, but said nothing. Eragon, on the other hand, was outraged.
"How dare you!" He snapped, "How dare you insult the queen of elves, Arya Drottning! How dare you speak that way!" Eragon was yelling now, and this was the most frantic Celeste had ever seen him. Arya made a motion to calm him, but Celeste just looked away. She sat there for a while, riding her dragon in silence. Finally she spoke to Aaren.
So that's what Drottning means. Queen. Eragon said 'Your Queen returns and approaches'.
And you don't feel bad about what you said? Aaren replied. He merely sounded curious, not angry or upset.
Celeste thought for a while before replying, I'm not sure. Something about her…frightens me. She said so with a slight pang of guilt. I don't know why. I have the feeling she's going to…going to… going to kill me. I am seriously, no-joke, afraid of her.
Aaren snorted. I'm not feeling a death-threat, but there is something fundamentally wrong. I'm not sure what it is… Suddenly, he veered to the left and changed his course for Celeste's tree house. We can sort things out there. Their departure was only noticed by Saphira, who swiveled a large blue eye in their direction, but said nothing.
A couple minutes later, Aaren touched down on the balcony, which was hung with all sorts of pretty, silver trinkets, made by, collected by, or given to Celeste. She slid down his side, and leaned against the crook of his neck. The pair stayed like that, in a companionable silence, both absorbed by their own thoughts.
Meanwhile, the sun was setting, and one of the most beautiful sight ever seen on Du Sundav Abr Ilirea was unfolding. In the rapidly falling light, elves could be seen running around and casting spells. The word 'Naina', brighten, could be heard echoing and bouncing off the trees, along with the elves' melodic laugh. But what was most breathtaking was the lanterns. Hundreds upon hundreds of lanterns of every shade of green was cast to the sky, and twinkled brighter than the stars. Jade green, leaf green, pale green, and especially emerald green. They shone through the night, and their glow was steady, and calm. Then, something about them changed. Their path swerved, and they congregated into one large blob of green light.
Was that supposed to happen? Celeste asked to no one in particular. Not very pretty, if you ask me.
However this movement was extremely calculated and intentional, and after a few more convulses, the lanterns formed a circle, and in the middle of it, floating in the form of the many emerald lanterns, was a Gedwey Ignasia. This image of a dark green dragon silhouetted against a pale green background hovered in the air for a little longer, before exploding into a shower of sparks that rained down from the heavens and disappeared just before they reached the earth.
The specter only frightened Celeste, however. It made her feel like everyone was on Arya's side against her.
Out of curiosity, Aaren asked, I'm fairly sure that I'm wrong, but do you have a crush on Eragon?
"WHAT THE HELL!" Celeste shouted, a bit louder than intended. "Eeew, no. That would just be wrong."
That's what I thought. I just thought that you believed yourself to be a rival to Arya for his affections, the dragon mused.
No, that's not it, Celeste replied. I feel like she's going to kill me. Literally. I feel like she's going to pull a giant spear out of the middle of nowhere and stab it through my heart. She shivered and stood up to go inside. Good night, Aaren.
Good night, he replied, Try not to get yourself killed before the morning.
Don't worry, Celeste said with a smile, I'll try to give you a five to ten minute advanced warning.
In my eyes, all good stories have to start with a death threat, so here's mine :D