Hey I just realized something. When CP says '…the Du Weldenvarden…' he is literally saying the, the guarding forest, or more literally, the, the warder forest, in the Ancient Language. Hmmmmm his own language is contradicting itself. Seven chappies in two nights, wow. You readers won't be so luck in the future. I may be down to one chapter a week uploaded. School is getting in the way of typing my hand written stuff, so I cannot update too fast. My parents don't even know ) that im doing this. They'd hate it.

Oh well to the story!!!!

Disclaimer:

I don't own anything but the plot and the characters and places that don't appear in Eragon and Eldest.

Chapter 7

The next morning, the sparing fields were jammed full of people and even then, people were still waiting to get in. The Varden's army was trying to direct traffic, but it didn't help much. The entire morning was spent letting the children touch the egg and have the egg not hatch for them. Hours went by and finally Elva touched the egg. She was the last child in line, and then a squeak emanated from the egg. And after several tense minutes, the green dragon finally emerged from its egg licking the membrane off of it. Everyone else started to mutter among themselves. Everyone was wondering why a dragon had hatched for a child with an adult mind, a child's body, yet barely 2 years old.

"Touch it." Eragon and Arya prompted Elva in unison, which caught them off guard, and the both smiled at the coincidence. When Elva touched the green hatchling, she started to glow and Eragon was able to see a small blue aura around her until it abruptly faded when she regained consciousness.

"Welcome to the Riders Elva." Eragon said in a soft voice.

"Thank you…is it a boy or a girl?" Elva asked Arya unsure if to be formal or not.

"When it starts to talk to you, you can tell its gender by the voice." Arya replied smiling, "Lifskul started to talk the morning after hatching, and Saphira started to talk after a month or so. You may never know when it happens…Come, let us return to Eragon's room, that is big enough for all of us."

"Why do you always want to meet in my room?" Eragon asked annoyed.

"Because I can find it easily. My room is secluded." Arya replied.

All three mounted Saphira and took off while Lifskul flew and the hatchling sat on Elva's lap humming. When they all got into Eragon's room, Ayra quickly muttered a spell to keep their conversation private.

We must leave for Ellesmra as soon as Elva's dragon can fly as well as Lifskul can right now. I think Saphira can hold their weight and ours if we pack light. Eragon said to Arya.

I hope so, I don't think we will be going very fast if Lifskul and the hatchling have to fly to whole thing themselves. Arya responded.

Well, we could use that time in the desert to train Elva and to teach you about the rider's history. Eragon said optimistically.

By the time Saphira landed outside Eragon's window, Elva jumped off and ran inside and jumped onto the bed. Her hatchling flew in as well and curled up next to her and fell asleep. Eragon and Arya walked slowly up the stairs contemplating what to do with Elva's training.

"I am the only human rider outside of Galbatorix's control, as Brom was before me. I guess we should follow the training regime that Brom put me through, for Elva." Eragon said as they reached the top and turned in to his room.

"That would make sence because it would follow the agreement that Brom formed before he died, regarding you, the next rider." Arya said putting a hand on his shoulder. Eragon shuddered inwardly at her touch, but kept it inside and didn't let his shudder appear on his skin. "Oh sorry…you aren't used to me yet. We will have to fix that sooner or later." Eragon groaned. "What is it? Are you all right?" Arya looked at him worriedly.

"I don't need to work on getting to become accustomed to your touch, I need to worry about training you and Elva. Saphira has her work cut out for her as well."

That I do, little ones. Saphira's voice passed through their minds as Eragon saw her smile outside his window.

"Eragon, What is going to happen to me now that I am a rider?" Elva asked as he and Arya stepped into his room.

"Well, we will head to the Du Weldenvarden and I hope by the time we get there, you will be able to use magic." Eragon answered her.

"I'll be able to use magic in less than a week? Wow that's way faster than you." Elva exclaimed.

"We may just be traveling by foot because your hatchling and Lifskul won't be able to lift either of you. It would be better that way, because Saphira could teach them how to fly well in the desert without too much interference. The desert is a great place to fly. It will be a good place to learn." Eragon started to explain.

"But I want to learn magic right now!" Elva burst out.

"Patience, Patience. You must learn to be patient with things. Magic is deadly to anyone who rushes into it to fast. I suppose that it may be better to get you started here." Eragon continued.

"Why here?" Elva and Arya asked at once.

"Because it has a well where we can get here to use magic." Eragon answered them.

"There's a magic well here?" Elva asked, "I haven't heard of one."

"There isn't a magic well, all we need is a normal well and several hours to days."

"Let's get started then!" Elva squealed.

They all walked out and headed to the courtyard of the palace. Eragon stood by a well, and punched a hole in the bottom with magic. The hole was just big enough so that almost all of the water came out when the bucket reached the top of the well. Eragon dragged a troth 20 feet from the well that had a small leak in it. "Fill this troth with this bucket. Oh and try 'Letta du adurna.'"

"What? That's impossible! I won't do it!" Elva stood by the well with her hands on her hips.

"You want to learn how to use magic, then do this, there is no other way right now." Eragon said walking toward his room. Arya followed him a moment later.

Ok people. That is a moderate chapter for me. That was like 2 whole pages. I have like a total of like 20+ chapters planed so please keep up reading and reviewing. I'll try to have some longer chapters. I have written out a chapter that may be like a whole 5+ pages long, and no it's not the final chapter. I still haven't finished outlining my plot. I may only be half way there with 20 chapters.

On another note, does anyone else but me like Weird Al? His music is like the only thing keeping me going through long all nighters—besides the mountain due, sugar and pizza.

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