Ahaaa, sorry everyone about the huge delay! I was in the last week on school before holidays, and they gave us a bunch of projects due on the last day! *glares at teachers*

Anyways, I should be getting at least 3 chapters up in the next 2 weeks, before school starts again. I might even consider having a second fanfic for everyone!

Where's Eragon? Saphira asked/roared to everyone.

At that moment, a sky-blue dragon emerged from the bushes along the river…

Chapter 4 – Training

As soon as the sky-blue dragon saw Saphira, its face lit up. Saphira however, was scared for her rider and a random dragon had just popped up.

Who are you? She hissed into the dragon's open mind.

Have a look for yourself, the dragon replied, sounding just like Eragon. As Saphira searched through all the memories, a realisation hit her, but it was the wrong one.

GET AWAY FROM ME! She roared, you killed him and took all of his memories…

Then, Saphira lunged at the dragon, taking his breath away and pinning him down.

Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now! She said menacingly.

Because I'm your rider! It's Eragon! You saw the memories… the Eldunarya turned me into a dragon to make you happy, can't you see how clumsy I am? 'Eragon' said.

Saphira had to admit he had a good point, but she needed absolute proof of one thing that no one could get from Eragon's mind.

Who was my first crush? She asked. Any normal person would think Glaedr or Thorn maybe.

But Eragon knew in the deepest pits of his heart. He then whispered to Saphira, I can't believe you don't believe me.

As the answer sunk in, Saphira suddenly realised she had found her rider!

ERAGON! She roared with joy and jumped off him, nuzzling him on the cheek. Everyone on the boat gave Saphira a crazy look.

"How can that be Eragon? She's lost her mind!" One elf said.

It's true, that is Eragon, Umaroth told the boat.

Let's go hunting! Or maybe we could play in the air! Saphira said, reminding Eragon she was technically only 3 years old.

Saphira, I'm sorry I can't do those things, Eragon said.

Immediately Saphira's tail drooped.

Why? She whined.

Because I have been a dragon for 3 hours and you expect me to know how to hunt and fly? I might have the instinct but I haven't a clue how to use them! He gushed.

Saphira stopped and took a good look at him. He looked tired, the sky-blue scales were dull and his wings were all dirty and had scratches all over them.

Little one how could I not realise! She whispered and then started licking his 'wounds'.

Okay Saphira, two things. Number one; I can't fold my wings, I can't even feel them. Number two; I'm not little anymore, I should start calling you little one! Eragon teased, trying his best to run away on his new legs but with no success.

Saphira pounced on Eragon, pinning him down.

You've had it! she roared playfully, nipping him on the neck.

After the dragons had settled on the boat and Eragon had learned how to glide to get the boat (as well as how to fold his wings), Tamal approached cautiously.

"E-Eragon?" he asked unsurely.

The Sky-Blue dragon swung his head towards the small boy. Yes? He inquired.

This time Tamal spoke privately in Eragon's mind, Can we speak in private? I have a couple of things to ask.

Eragon got up and told Saphira he would be back soon, then indicated Tamal to get on. He went to the edge of the large boat and glided unsteadily to the shore and quickly landed before Tamal was hurt.

Thanks, Tamal said quietly, sitting on a boulder.

So you wanted to talk? Fire away.

Okay, well I'll talk about the one I think is more important… Now that you're a dragon… what will become of me?

Ahh, now that is simple. While I am learning the skills of being a dragon, you shall be learning the skills of dragon rider. I have a schedule all here in my mind, and I will give it to you later to write down. It consists of everything I learnt, including battle training with elves. Now, what is your other question? Eragon said, slowly and with a wise voice.

Oh yeah, about that…Tamal trailed off, blocking Naydow from his mind and staying silent too.

Eragon noted his uneasiness. If it makes you feel better, the conversation from here on will be just between you and I.

Oh…thanks Eragon, Tamal said, Naydow is unhappy. He thinks Saphira is rightfully his mate, and… he thinks you are stealing her…

Eragon just sat there, shocked.

I think this matter is too important to miss, I need you to inform Saphira, Eragon stated five minutes later, calling Saphira in the process.

WHAT? Saphira screamed, rage in her eyes. NO ONE CAN CLAIM ME!

"Oh no, Naydow is coming! I must go, please, he'll kill me otherwise!" Tamal told Eragon, who was trying to calm Saphira.

It's okay, we'll take it from here, Eragon replied confidently.

Tamal ran into the forest, heading towards the boat. Only a short while after, Naydow landed in the clearing, glaring at Eragon in the process.

What's up, Saph? He asked casually.

She turned, the rage still growing in her piercing blue eyes. YOU. Don't call me Saph, and you know what's up!

She roared at the smaller dragon, aiming a blow to his wing to show who was wrong. Naydow tried to dodge it, realising what was up, and failed miserably.

The sapphire dragon's claw hit the wing, bruising it enough so he has trouble flying.

I can't trust you anymore, she spat and hissed, so leave my sight until you know I will not take you as a mate and would rather not have one at all!

To add to the process, Eragon growled, privately telling Naydow that he should heed her words, and if he was lucky they might become friends again. Naydow scrambled away, clearly scared as fear mingled with his scent.

As soon as he was far enough away, Saphira broke down into tears.

I'm just so confused, she whimpered.

Shh, shh, it will be okay. How about we head back to the boat and I'll give Tamal his training, then we can practise mine? Eragon suggested, his gentle voice making Saphira cave in.

Yes, okay, she sniffed.

Now, angle yourself forwards, and there you have it! To slow down, just lean back and use your wings as walls, Saphira instructed. Eragon was getting the hang of flying, and he also had tried hunting.

It seems my instincts know what to do, and so now you are just awakening them! Eragon said happily.

Maybe we should go back? Eragon asked, eyeing the dark sky. It was midday, but storm clouds covered the horizon. Before they knew it, the clouds were directly above them.

You are correct, let's go! Saphira said, turning around. The landscape in front of them was hazy, which Eragon thought was weird, considering they were surrounded by mountains. He brushed it off, and moments later wished he hadn't, since it turns out there was a giant wind storm there.

ERAGON! Saphira's fading roar pierced his heart. Saphira was hurt. As he locked his wings and landed very ungracefully, obtaining a few scratches against his hard scales, even a few scales were pulled out, Eragon saw Saphira.

She was lying motionless on the ground, with a pool of blood mixed with rain around her. Obviously, the beautiful dragoness had been flung into a flat rock.

And what was worse, she wasn't breathing. Eragon felt his heart break in his chest.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN! Sorry, couldn't help cutting it off there.

R+R please, it helps a lot.