Aha!, forth chapter started already and I'm rearing to go! The fact that only one person review Black and Blue hurt, yes, but this story seems to be liked and I figured, ehh, why not? So here we are! I've always wanted to get reviews, especially good ones, but now I've realized writers will always get some bitchy people that complain about one thing or another. And do you know what, I'm okay with that! I don't care anymore! It's FANFICTION! If it was supposed to seem like the forth book I would have to be Christopher Paolini!

Unneeded Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, or anything for that matter. (Until I finally figure out my OC I'm planning to put in this. Yes, I hate OC's in fanfics to but this one is desperately needed.)

The fire flickered and rose to the sky, feeding off the dry wood and casting it's penetrating light towards the ones surrounding it. Its orange flames twisted and danced, pulsing with the air around it. It breathed like they did, and with every breath it took, it's luminous gaze brightening as the sun slowly fell from the sky, leaving the group surrounded by the summers warm breath. The dragon's lungs drank it in like cool mead, sighing as the haze of dew hung around them, just waiting for sleep to overtake them to drop down. The red scales on the dragons hide shone, capture the last remaining light of day as their host warmed his belly on the nearby flame

Another deep sigh escaped his rough lips and his eyelids drifted shut, the sleepiness drowning out any thoughts of resisting the night allure, the beautiful nothing seeping into his mind. This was bliss, or what he thought it felt like. Free from restrictions, from rules and regulations, the skies clear and uninhabited. This was his release. Tomorrow he would rest from the long journey here, but he couldn't complain.

The weather had been and still was, brilliant. The breeze carried the cool in from the North, along with it the sound of crickets that covered the landscape, their song ringing constant somewhat like a natural lullaby. With every light gush that flowed around his scales, he heard the rustle of leaves high above his head, just enough to set him into an air of calm. His thick hide shivered, not from the cold, his inner fire protected him form that, but the feeling of becoming alive that fluttered deep in his chest. He hummed, the vibration reaching his rider.

Thorn will you cut that out, it's giving me the creeps. Thorn's eyes shot open and he swerved his neck to hold his head above Murtagh, looking down as the young man frowned up. His lips pulled back into a toothy grin of some sorts, though to people it would look like a sadistic snarl was forming on his face. Murtagh didn't look impressed and instead he merely turned, but Thorn was satisfied to see a shiver run down his riders spine.

You so nice. Thorn curled back up at his place within the fires glow, tail wrapping around his back legs like a cat, the tip gone with a scarred stump in it's place. He snorted and shifted into position, the boney spikes along his spine contrasting with the nights shadows, and that, coupled with the fact that the fire cast an eerie red shine on them thanks to his scales, gave him the look of a demon.

No one sad I had to be...Murtagh rolled his eyes and kicked firewood out of his way, making room for himself on the ground, as close to the flame as he dared for fear that sparks would hit his clothing and sizzle into a fire. He plopped down heavily, reaching to pull off his boots with a content sigh when he could freely wriggle his toes in their socks. Thorn peeked at him under his first eyes, snorting louder this time with a slight smile on his features.

Oh hush, at least I have all my limbs. At this the red dragon scowled at him and a puff of smoke escaped from his nostrils, showing his annoyance. Murtagh chuckled and stretched out on his back, reaching his arms over his head and pulling them back as far as they could go and arching his stomach up towards the sky. He dropped down when he heard the cracks go off in his back, a small grin on his face at the release of pent up tension. So many hours of sitting in that stupid saddle, days of fighting, then that golden dragon nearly killed Thorn and since then they had been sitting in the forest. They could only travel when Thorn felt up to it, and even then his massive reptile like form was so maladroit on the ground that they barely got anywhere.

Not that he dared rub that fact against Thorn's patience, the dragon wouldn't hesitant to pluck him off the ground, fly as high into the clouds as he could, then drop him to prove how graceless humans were in the sky, where his race excelled. The young rider's eyes travelled to his dragons maimed tail, his mind weighing the possibility of whether or not he could heal it without killing himself. Not a chance, he sighed with the sound logic, and though he dearly wanted to help Thorn, he accepted he couldn't. Now, they would have to settle for just waiting for Shruikan to find them.

He wondered what could possibly be keeping the large black dragon, as he could fly far faster than Thorn, and the master was never one that took being late to kindly. Not that he ever cared to object, both her and Thorn hated waiting. Shruikan would always snort a laugh at their impatience, but give whoever kept them wasting time a firm talking to. Or just threw them out the window. Murtagh smirked.

As for Thorn, his mind raced in a completely different direction. He had smelt the breeze several times during the day, and what it held haunted him. The dragonness was near, and coming closer still, in his current state he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight. Nor would Murtagh be able to distract them long enough without getting himself injured also. Thorn shivered, the temperature of the air around him seeming to plummet suddenly. He wouldn't let that happen, he'd seen his rider endure enough, long before he hatched also, and refused to let them both be the victims again.

At this, the red dragon's neck arched up and craned to see the nights sky, bringing his riders attention to his scaly head. Thorn growled and unfurled his wings, scenting the female again, this time much to close for his comfort. She was tracking them, her and the blue rider, and she would find them before the nights end. He would be ready, and he would not fail Murtagh again.

Sorry for such a long wait, I'll try to get the next chapter up before two weeks pass! Please review, virtual cookies to all my readers! :D

Oh, and one last thing. Err, two. First, my recent obsession is the movie Legion! So I'll be starting a few stories about that, and if you've seen the movie please check them out when they're posted! Lastly, this story will have a few similarities with Black and Blue, but the plots will be revolving around very different things.

Thanks, love you all for understanding, and waiting patiently!