A/N: yeah I'm having a bunch of brilliant ideas but they don't come until later!! I know the middle and the end i just suck at this whole part right now... UGH!!

Dreamin Angel: lol. I have concluded that Murtagh is indeed a babe... buuuut Eragon is still the hottest of them all :P My family is half Irish, my grandmother moved here 56 years ago from Ireland and she spoke Gaelic to me all the time when I was little. She died a few years back. And when I read the Ancient Language in Eragon and Eldest it reminded me of the way she used to talk so I just applied it to my works to make it seem more real and a kind of memory to her (she's always an inspiration in my art and writing). The look of Arien (royal) is partialy inspired by my sister, (she has blond hair) and her real look (undyed hair) is like me. (thought I might throw that bit of info out there. lol yeah um, Roran biting Eragon's bite... that may be a little awkward for both of them. OH! If I cam off as if Arien gets both Murtagh and Eragon... then I'm sorry, I don't mean it that way at all!! You'll just have to wait and see how things turn out! She hasn't even met Eragon yet!!

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Arien's POV

I dropped the letter at the entrance of the hall where Murtagh's room sat. I was very tempted to run into his room and explain how I was feeling, but I resisted and pulled away to the stables just outside the dragonhold, glaring at Shruikan the whole way out.

I groaned when I saw that Murtagh was waiting just outside the stables instead of sleeping soundly in his rooms. So much for that letter. I thought angrily. Four horses awaited me upon my arrival. Two were simply pack horses and two were for riding.

"Arien, I've been waiting for you for over ten minutes." Colemnae growled impatiently. "I would like to make it to Helgrind, before the elves die!"

I eyed Murtagh warily and mounted Séreméla. "Will you be joining us, Master Murtagh?" I asked politely, self consciously smoothing an eyebrow with my pinky. I tried to seem as though I didn't care for the situation and became distracted with my perfectly manicured fingernails.

"Yes, m'lady, I am to accompany you both to Helgrind, and back." he murmured, doing his best to meet my eyes. I looked over my shoulder and around the courtyard, attempting to appear as if I was waiting for something more interesting to happen.

Colemnae took hold of my wrist and stared me straight in the eyes. You're not making your situation with Murtagh any better. You're actually hurting his feelings... you make it seem as if last night never happened... as if you two were never friends. I gave him a cold stare and stabbed his mind with a chilly dagger. Fine, just remember, he's coming with us. So whether you like it or not, we are going to be spending the next few weeks with him and Thorn.

I sighed and nodded in agreement. Colemnae was right... The fact that I was resorting to childish sarcasm only made me feel worse, instead of better. Just when I was beginning to feel powerful over Murtagh I was shut down by my own brother. "Let's go, boys." I muttered pressing Séreméla onward.

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That night I sat by the fire listening to the heavy breaths of Thorn from across the clearing. I steadily cleared my mind and reached out into the void that I guessed was my connection to Telemnar.

Hello??
I called tentatively.

I'm here. Telemnar replied. His voice was unexpectedly strong. My surprise must of been obvious to Telemnar for he laughed softly. I'm here. A shiver of fear ran down my back as realization dawned on me that Telemnar had followed me on my journey.

What are you thinking!! I nearly screeched through my connection. If Thorn or Murtagh senses your presence then you and I are undeniably in an incredible amount of trouble with my father. I felt a scoff and I growled, my father and Murtagh are connected through dark magic., he will find out. and we will only get one of two options.

And those would be?

Well... one: die, or two: join forces with him and learn the forbidden words of power that will make us the most dangerous beings in all of Alagaesia. I was fairly mad and did not bother to hide my emotions from my face. I opened my eyes and glanced around the fire. Murtagh and Colemnae were busy in a separate conversation about the difference between frogs and toads, an interesting topic to be sure, so they did not notice me making random faces.

Do not worry, I wont let him hurt us. I rolled my eyes and was about to break our connection when he continued speaking, Will you come see me, little one? Telemnar asked. I looked over at the boys once again and excused myself from the camp to "do some ladies business."

I followed the images that Telemnar sent me and met up with him only a few yards away from the camp. You are so close!! I hissed to him sitting beside his large torso. Over the weeks he had grown to be nearly 12 feet taller than myself. I stroked his long neck downwards so as not to cut my hands on the large dagger sharp scales. How do you blend so well?? You're so shiny!!

The same as you blend among the servants when visiting your fathers library. I glared at him and silently agreed. I am as green as the surrounding forrest and I can roll in dirt as well, whereas you can redress into anything you want in order to seem a part of one group or another.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. I stood up and climbed onto his back sitting in the groove of Telemnar's neck. Is this alright?

Yes. His amused voice angered me and I threatened to get down. I suggest you hold on instead.,

What?!?!

I clamped my mouth shut, wrapped my arms tightly around Telemnar's neck, and ducked my head close to my chest. Fear clutched my heart and ripping pain from my legs punctuated it. Your scales are hurting me!! I carefully released my hands from the thick green neck and pulled my cloak off to stuff it between my legs. Ow. I thought when I saw the ripped skin on my thighs.

Hold on. I want to try something! Telemnar said. I pulled myself closer to his warm scales as he tumbled through the air. As he flew straight through the air I lifted my head again and pulled my arms out straight, spreading them as if I was they were wings. Down below I could see green tops of trees, no clearings, just trees.

They can't see us! I laughed out loud in happiness.

How do you feel? Telemnar asked, setting an emerald eye on me.

The wind blew cool tendrils of air in my hair, tossing it out of its braid and making it a part of the sky. The diamonds against the velvet black veil of the night sky blinked at me, almost as if greeting me, and giving me an approval. The smell of dew wafted around me and the icy glare of the wind wipped around me, accepting me into their world. I was a part of the sky.

Free. I thought in a whisper. I feel as though I'll never have to be under the control of my father, Murtagh, or Colemnae ever again. I feel as though I will be able to act like I never have before. I feel like I can do whatever I want without fearing what others will think or whether I will be getting into trouble.

I don't want you to ever feel that way again. Telemnar said. But I think it is time you return to camp before Murtagh starts suspecting something. I sent him a questioning emotion to which he replied, He watched you leave, he's in love with you Arien.

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I limped back to camp and crawled under the covers of my bedroll. I shoved my pillow into a softer position and hit a hard bulge. Under my pillow was a leather book with unfilled pages. I lifted the leather cover of the book and smiled. On the first page was written A place for you to keep all of your thoughts and emotions, without the fear of being judged by others. Murtagh.

He's so good to me. And yet I treat him as if he doesn't matter. I told Telemnar, closing my eyes for the night. I'm a terrible person, aren't I?

Yes.

I frowned. That was a rhetorical question.

Telemnar scoffed in reply. Sleep, little one.


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Eragon's POV

He bent his back so he was in a tight arc backwards. "Master, I came here to ask questions, not perform more Rimgar or, gasp learn anything more."

Oromis looked over at his pupil from the his seat a few feet away. "I care not what you came here for. I want to talk to a boy with a clear mind, not a noodle brain who can't keep his thoughts in order."

Eragon grunted and cleared his mind. I dont know how I stand this. he told Saphira haughtily.

You stand it because you made a deal with Oromis that you would do all he said. Stop being silly and speak with him of your dreams, while I fetch Roran.

Eragon smiled and pulled himself out of his bodily knot, poor Roran, I hope he has a stronger stomach today. "Master. I was wondering if you could explain to me, yet again, of how my dreams of Arya being captured by the shade and Murtagh and I, come to pass."

Oromis blinked at Eragon, his features completely impassive. "You've had another dream, Eragon?"

He dropped his head in a nod, "Yes, master. And I have successfully scryed her. She is a real person." And he went on to explain his surreal dream of the liquid fire, and of her with Murtagh and her brother, he made certain to leave out the more intimate details. "The girl's name was Arien, and the boy's name was Colemnae. They spoke with a northern accent. They were obviously brother and sister, because they looked much alike. Their facial features were exactly the same except for one was more feminine than the other and that their hair was different colors.

Oromis pursed his lips in thought, his face was most certainly troubled, and pulled a wooden tablet from a pile of papers beside him on the ground. "Make me a fairth of this dream girl. Their names sound familiar, as if a distant whisper in the wind."

Eragon tried to hold back his distaste for the oncoming riddles from his masters lips. He stared at the tablet and brought forth the image of the girl and boy using magic. His tired body from that morning's use of magic only became more tired as he felt the strength leave his body and enter the tablet.

"There," Eragon coughed, gripping the back of Oromis' chair to keep himself from swaying. The farith was an exact likeness of the two teenagers.

The girl had a long braid that was pulled forward over her shoulder so it ran down her left arm, her nose was brought to a sharp point and her eyes were very large and slightly squared. Her cheek bones and jawbones were also square but slanted slightly. Her brother, Colemnae, was the same, but his dark hair was cut short and stood out at different angles, and his eyes were more serious and sad compared to Arien's intense and curious ones.

"Barzul." Oromis muttered angrily pulling the tablet closer to his eyes. Eragon was startled to hear his master swear in such a crude language but pushed it aside to ask him what was the matter. After a long pause Oromis said, "This girl is related to Josian Rodier, the princess of the Northern Territory of Du Weldenvarden."

Eragon raised a questioning eyebrow. "I thought that only elves lived in Du Weldenvarden."

Oromis lifted himself out of his chair in a huff, "It seems that we are in for another history lesson."

He led them into a small room off of the deck that was filled with older books. "Josian Rodier was born three hundred and fourty years ago, to the King of Terre, a city far north of here. Therefore she is the princess. But the people of Terre are not elves... nor are they humans. They are faeries."

Eragon forced back a laugh and stared at Oromis amusadely, "I think I would know whether or not I was looking at a fairy, master, for she did not have wings, nor was she very small—"

"I do not mean the fairy's in your human tales. These are faeries. A faeri is the race that closes the gap of difference between elves and humans. They much resemble Riders, but not as angular. They live a long life, just as long as Riders. Their people are fair but are not nearly as perfect as an elf's features. They are capable of speaking three different languages, your native tongue, the ancient language, and their own language which is no where near similar to the Ancient language or English. It is more of a flow of words, not as harsh, but it is definately more complicated. The conjugation of words is between feminine and masculine, and its just too confusing." Eragon sighed loudly as an indicator that he was rambling. "Sorry, let me continue with the history. Long ago the people of Terre believed that the way of the elves was too easy of a life, but the way of the humans too difficult. So they set up their life in paradise north of Ellesmera, Islanzadi's husband gave them the land in return for peace.

"As a result of such they mixed cultures with elves and humans, making themselves mortal, but still have long life. Their architecture resembles that of the elves, but has some human twists. In their culture they use minimum magic, for after years of their new lifestyle they lost their ability to use much magic. Only the men are capable of using imense amounts of magic at one time, they are even more capable of magic than the elves. Women are easily the best beings in the art of hand to hand combat. They are even capable of killing an elf who is armed with a sword, though they are not very skilled at sword fighting unless they are trained by a faeri sword master, which is very rare, for faeri's believe that having a skill that you were not born with is wrong. Sword fighting, is not in their blood, their ability to defend themselves by hand to hand combat is how they survive. Bows and Arrows are used for hunting, for, unlike our tradition, they eat meat.

"The life span of a faeri is also very strange. They age just as quickly as a Rider does. Their aging process is normal until they turn the age of 16, the time they become adults. From that time on every 20 years will be another year of aging for them. Just as yours is now that your dragon's magic has prolonged your life.

"Most faeri children are born in a set of twins. On some rare occasions there is only a single child but they usually do not survive long. Faeri children are connected to their twin siblings just as you and Saphira are connected. They know eachother more intimately than any other being can or ever will. Once one sibling dies the survivor often has a certain kind of reaction to the loss, such as, going mad; dying shortly their sibling for they are so connected that they basically shared lives; and there is even a few written accounts where the sibling is present at the death of his or her other half and all the life from the dying twin will be transferred into the healthy one, making him or her willing to live on.

Eragon gazed off into the distance in thought, "So this girl, is a Faeri Princess?"

Oromis scowled, "Yes, and unfortunately she is also a human princess." The corner of his lips were tugged slightly downward as he went on, "Josian was kidnapped by the King's men nearly 16 years ago because the king was looking for a new wife. Unfortunately Josian was visiting a human friend, from the Varden, and she was forced to marry the King. She gave birth to two children whom she named Arien Rodier, and Colemnae Rodier. Josian continued to work for the faeries as a spy for her people as well as for the Varden. She died when the children were eight by poison commanded by the King's hand. The children were never aware that their mother had put all of their lives in danger, so the king took them into his home and has raised them under his roof. Arien, I'm guessing, is being trained to be a lady of the court, and is betrothed to your brother. She is probably forced to stay in her quarters for long periods of time in order for her to remain as pale as a noble lady should look, and she must be forced to dye her hair blonde for, no doubt, if she is going to be a noble lady she must be fair looking. Colemnae, being the magical one of the two, is being trained by the king himself to become a magician of war."

"Are the Varden aware of this?"

Oromis shook his head and shrugged, "I am not sure. It is common knowlege under the people of the Empire, most of them must know anyway."

"How many accounts are there of Faeri Riders... for this girl had a gedwey ignasia." Eragon murmured in question.

Ormois' eyes widened in shock, "You did not mention this, Eragon." he blushed in response and hung his head. "On the account of having a faeri man becoming a Rider, he would be the most powerful magician in the history of Alagaesia, fortunately there have never been such accounts. But there have been three accounts of faeri women. Veronique-Elisabeth, Bverani, and Clarista. All three were amazing with their magic. Upon contact with their dragons they were capable of using magic just as the elves do naturally."

"That kind of power... its... unreal." Eragon muttered. "So.. as she continues her training she may become more powerful... she could become more powerful than Galbatorix himself."

Oromis smiled and nodded. "That is correct."

"If she sides with Galbatorix, we're all as good as dead."

"Yes." Oromis said with remorse dripping from his tone.

Damn. Eragon thought, tiredly rubbing his eyes.


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A/N: okiedokie! that was the part of the lovely history of Arien and her brother... just wait to see what I've got in store for her later!! HAHAAAAAAA. I'm an evil authoress.