Author Note: Thanks for the name of the city. Revan Remasked, love the name, thinking its a kotor reference, I love that game. So this chapter wasn't sure about the chapter. Hope you like it though. ~The One Who Has No Names

Yeah, so I almost didn't get this chapter out on time! (Actually, it technically is a day late, but whatevs! Right?) So yeah. I have nothing else to say. So enjoy! (School sucks) ~DarkDramaLady

Previously on Phantoms from the Shadows:

Eragon finds the most amazing place to start building a new Dragon Rider city/base thing.

The last line is we hear a mysterious voice saying, "That's why I had chosen here to help build the new city brother."

The chapter:

The anger of Murtagh and Thorn had taken them far from Alagaësia. Before he left, on the last island he found a wise old Elf in the first stages of death. The man had taught Murtagh everything he knew about blacksmithing an armor like no other. Like a Rider's Sword the Armor was made from Brightsteel. The Elf didn't say where he came from; he just wanted to pass on his skill.

"Young Murtagh, I have lived centuries. When I die you may take and read each journal if you would like. Tell dear Ruhnon that this island is a giant meteorite that contains an endless supply of Brightsteel. The supply shouldn't run out for at least a century worth of both Armor and Swords if you actually use that much."

"Now I must tell you the true name of the metal for much easier extraction." The old Elf whispered to Murtagh the names. "In the next month or two I must teach you all of the secrets of the Armor."

Murtagh had been amazing by his teachings. They were peculiar, he cast spells of healing into the armor, he couldn't make it indestructible like a rider's sword, so he gave it great amounts of strength until it's breaking point, then layered healing on top of it. This gave the Armor the ability to bend without breaking, but only so far. Once that point is reached though the Armor would absorb itself into itself so that no metal isn't fully lost or injures the owner by getting metal in any open wounds. It would react to a certain word and the Armor would begin to mend itself as you gave it energy.

Very few armors of this sort exist due to its potentials only the maturest could wear it because they wouldn't abuse it. It was so sacred that only the owners of the armor knew of its existence. Only twenty or so had ever been made. The reason Galbatorix didn't have one was he lacked the knowledge and a armor tended to lose strength along with the wearer, which meant the armor would become a regular and fall along with it

"You now have the knowledge; now apply it to make your own Armor. Until you make it to a quality I find acceptable you are under oath and are forbidden to say this to anyone or use it to make Armor, you can't use the name of names to get out of it!" The elf said in a voice strict beyond belief. It took Murtagh a month to learn all the necessary things.

After another two months of work the armor he could make the armor to the correct size. It took another three tries before it was to the old elf's quality. "This is the first step to personalizing it. Your dragon must take a scale and set it directly about your heart on the Armor. Now choose gems matching your dragons color and set one on the right, left, bottom, and top." Murtagh followed the instructions he received even though it angered Thorn that he had to lose a scale.

"Now Thorn, I need you to breath fire for fifteen minutes, wait ten minutes and then start the process over again. The Armor needs to get hit by the fire four times. You must expel your hottest fire."

"Murtagh, this armor comes with a price, if Brightsteel is used against this armor it will fail quickly. The average weapon can't do a lot of damage, but over time it will become damaged. Only a rider who knows better than to let their guard down should use this. You never know the weapon's maker or material if they hit you, you could die. Give me an oath that you will not give any rider unprepared for this armor, and that you will not use the name of names to break this oath.

Murtagh asked how to say the oath, even though the last one he made basically made him as well as Thorn slaves. "Thanks you for teaching me master." He told to old elf before he left.

"No thank you, for stopping her to learn from me, and continuing my legacy." It was fell silent after his words.

When the time was up the Elf signaled to Murtagh to follow him outside. "It's time for the final step, Murtagh, set spells so that you won't get burned, then set your gedwëy ignasia hand where the crystals have melted over Thorns scale." Murtagh did, "slowly use this spell and allow only small amounts of magic to flow.

"That's enough, I'm sorry to say so but Thorn, I need you to reheat the armor and slowly let your fire get weaker and weaker until the Armor becomes the color it needs to be, exact and not fully glowing color over the next half hour."

While they waited Murtagh became impatient. "Who are you, I haven't even gotten your name in the last three months, you have only taught me, nothing more." He said, the frustration he had felt over it in the past bubbling over.

"Calm down. I have gone by many names, but old age has caused me to forget much of my own history. I remember being called The Forgotten Forger, who's not always there by the Rider Sword Smith Rhunon. All I truly remember is the workings of my Armor. Those journals have my complete history but will only open for my only and last student on the occasion of my death.

"Thorn should be done now, let's go check on him." Obviously wanting to change the subject.

When they got outside Thorn was just heading towards them to say that he was finished. "Thorn, now quickly, without causing a breeze drop it in that large pond." The old elf told Thorn who immediately rushed as quickly as possible and dropped it into the pond. "Go get it Murtagh."

Murtagh dove in after it. It didn't take him long to find it. He has quickly brought the set to the surface and spread it out. The pattern now resembled dragons scales from the neck all the way down to the feet. The scales were the exact same color as Thorns. Where the crystal had been now lay a perfect circle around it. In the circle was the symbol of the dragon rider, the gedwëy ignasia.

"This is amazing master. Please, come with us until your death. We may be able to save your life, you would be able to make more Armors like this!" Murtagh exclaimed, hoping the Elf would follow.

"I think I will accept your offer, " was the respectful answer, "anyways, I always hated this damn rock."

Thorn roared, while Murtagh simply smiled.

"I do have a gift for you though." The elf walked into the house and came out with a box. "I thought I would have another month to teach you how to do this, but seeing how I am going with you I guess I can just give it to you now." He said as he handed Murtagh the box.

Murtagh opened the box and saw a pair of leather gloves. When he lifted them he found a very intricate glove. It looked like it was made of Brightsteel and matched the color of Thorn's claws more that the hue of his scales. It must have taken a long time to make.

"Thank you master, I will wear them with honor. But now we must gather supplies for we will be traveling overseas."

Author Note: So yeah, what did you think of it? Let us know! I have nothing else to say, so... SQUIRREL! ~DarkDramaLady