Well, my modem's fixed and here's the story. This Computer HATES me, seriously. If it works... meh. Anyway.. Brisingr. Why is Galby's Dragon Male all of a sudden? And what was the point of all that Dwarf polotics crap? POINTLESS!! The only good bit was the dwarf called Flossi. And before you ask, I have NO idea about why Dragonde's Mother is posting on this account. Tis' beyond me.

Raellir opened her eyes and immediately groaned. She was still here. Here being........ What was it?........ Alagaesia.

She sat up. She'd slept in her clothes, and they were crumpled now. Some new clothes had been left on the shelf nearby. They were red and black, an on the back of the... tunic, she supposed, there was an embroidered symbol that looked like a twisting flame. Must be his symbol or somthing... she thought blearily. She grabbed the belt and left.

After getting ready she left her room... and felt instantly lost. She couldn't remember anything from Galbatorix's tour last night, and she had no idea what to do. And she was still three-quarters asleep.

Being a logical person, she began wandering aimlessly in a random direction. The castle was empty. She supposed everyone was still asleep, as Galbatorix had told her to get ready as soon as she woke. She continued to wander along, pondering. A foot hooked around her ankle and pulled her to the floor. She fell, and yelped as she landed on the hard floor. The foot poked her in the side. Raellir tried to push herself up, but before she could, a strong hand grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her up, nearly choking her. The king favoured her with an exasperated- Amused? Look and continued on. And on. And on, up winding stairs and through corridors. And finally they arrived at the dragonhold plateau. Raellir had a better chance to examine it now. It was a huge, flat area of tiled floor, open to the sky. There was a white marble building with cave like entrances some distance away.

"Why're we back here?" asked Raellir. Galbatorix smiled.

"There is someone I want you to meet. He will be arriving shortly."

Raellir waited. Nothing. Thud. Silence. Again, thud. Raellir looked around. Thud. The concussion hurt her ears. Thud. The sun eclipsed. Raellir looked up- and froze.

A huge, black shape was descending upon them. Before she could react, it slammed into the tiled floor with such force it was surprising the tiles didn't split under its claws.

One word planted itself firmly in Raellir's head. Dragon. The creature turned to look at her, and she fell and scrambled backwards till she felt a hand on her shoulder. She twisted her head to look up at Galbatorix. He had an amused glint in his eye.

Well, he doesn't seem worried. It must be alright. Gulping, she twisted to face the dragon- and felt a vast alien presence gently touch her mind. It felt ancient, and empty. Or maybe it didn't feel at all.

Hello, hatchling, it said.

I KNOW it's tiny, but I've written the next one as well, okay? Okay. Note: In ANY story by Dragonde and I, look for references.