Sorry about the wait on the last one, writers block hate it, but i have completed this chapter so please enjoy and review.

" What!?" " Ever since the war ended I've been hearing less and less but this has gone to far" Angela screamed as she stormed down the great hall, clearly very angry that she had just now been informed of the fate of the riders.

" I'm going after them so don't try to stop me Nasuda."

" I'm not going to try." " I knew the moment I told you that you would go after them." " Go!"

And with that said Angela sped out the hall down the street and out the gate where she was joined by Slomble.

" Well I see that we are leaving after all."

" Oh, shut up and get in my pack."

" Wight, Queen Nasuda told me to tell you to pass on the information to the one named Draga about the strange attacks." A guard called out before she left.

" I will."

Slomble jumped into her pack, none to happy about it, and Angela pulled herself onto her horse. She rode down the dirt road turning up toward the north at full gallop. Hoping that she could bear witness to the riders transformation.

Two Days Later

" So how long do you think they will be?"

" I don't know Saphria. They haven't been back yet and I haven't heard anything from Draga."

Eragon and Saphria had been whiting for Draga to show back up with Thorn and Firnen for two whole days now and they were beginning to worry.

" Now why would you worry about me little ones."

At hearing the sound of Draga's voice Eragon spun around while Saphria turned her head and neck to see Draga, in human form and Thorn and Firnen down in the courtyard looking up at them. Eragon hoped down from the wall and strolled over toward Draga and asked.

" Where the hell have you three been? Its been two a haft days and I thought we were on a tight schedule."

" Where on an even tighter one now. I'll tell you all while we make the last leg to The Spine."

After that Draga fast walked out of the courtyard where Murtagh and Arya where reuniting with their dragons.

" So, when are we leaving?" Arya asked after rubbing Firnen chin making him hum.

" Now!"

Draga told them to get on the dragons and stand shoulder to shoulder.

" I'm going to try something. It's a bit risky but I fear we may have no other course."

" Why do you say that?" Eragon asked.

" Draga whats wrong?" Murtagh asked' small concern in his voice.

" I will tell you four when we get to the cave." After which he teleported them to the cave in the Spine where they would live there new lives. Draga hadn't been kidding when he said the cave was big but it was even bigger than what the had though. Riders and dragons mouths hung agape as they look back into the cave trying to see the back but not even the dragon, aside from Draga, could see it.

" Welcome. Make yourself at home. There are 3 chambers branching out from this main entrance here."

As he said this, Draga sifted back to dragon form but they all noticed something. He seemed to be smaller. It's not like he didn't have room but he was smaller.

" Draga? Is something wrong?"

" No. Why?"

" Your smaller."

" Ow, It's a slite side-effect from the teleport spell."

" But enough of that. It is time to begin."

Draga seemed to be mad about something but what they had no idea. Not even Thorn or Firnen Knew what had made him so upset, but what ever it was it certainly had him pissed.

" Alright you three, stand here about, fifteen feet apart, and place your swords, in the ground, directly in front of you."

They did as he instructed them to do.

" Now, I need you three to get back towards the wall and when I start, I suggest you brace yourselves."

The dragons nodded.

" Ow, and a word of warning. Whatever happens you three must not move towards the riders at any point when I begin. I could have disasters effects."

The dragons gave there acknowledgment.

" All right then. We are read to begin."

Draga sifted back into a dragon and stood in front of the riders looking down at them and he spoke one word. It was very faint almost inaudible, but it had weight behind it.

" Salakunear."

After he uttered that word, the air itself shook with the tremendous power of the word. small white flames flutered out of him maw and into the riders. The dragons stared, mouths agape at the powerful magic, for you could actually see the magic, transforming their riders into dragons. The riders collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

The dragons wanted to help their riders but they dare not approach them for fear of doing more harm than good, so they sat there. Waching their riders in pain with no way to comfort them.

" Oh Eragon, please make it through this."

Eragon awoke in a strange place. It wasn't the cave but some sort of vast plain. The ground was black and the sky was a moving blanket of white and grey.

" Where I'm I?"

A voice from somewhere answered.

" The Void!"

" Hello? Is anyone there"

" Eragon!"

" Murtagh?"

" Eragon!"

" Arya?"

He got up and saw them running towards him.

" Whats going on?"

" Were are we?"

" I don't know. Were is Draga?"

" Right here."

They turned to see him standing, in amazing armor that glowed, behind them.

" We are in The Void."

" Whats The Void?"

" It is a place in one's mind. An empty place. It is formed when a dragon chooses its rider. It is the cause of why so many riders and dragons killed them selves when the other was lost. In here lies a monster. The opposite of ones own self. For the transformation to be completed you and you alone have to kill it."

" How do we kill them?"

" Our magic is greatly rooted in emotion, so you have to kill it, you have to use the emotion that gives you strength."

They turn to the sound of creatures screeching in the distance.

" Your monsters come, Murtagh, Arya. Murtagh your strength is Will. You are a survivor. And Arya yours is Hope."

After saying this 2 shadowed forms came up from the ground and they began to taint Arya and Mutagh.

" Draga what do fight these things with?"

" With your spirit blade. You must focus your energy and it will appear like this."

He held out his right hand and griped a handle and clenched his hand. On the right side a black blade shoot out and the same happened on the left but this blade was white.

" Concentrate and it will come to you."

Arya and Murthag held up their hands and began to focus. There was shimmer of light and a handle appeared. They garbed them and clenched their hands.

Out of Aryas handle sprung a green blade that resembled her own but this one was curved and had a hook near the tip and little shiration on the back.

One creature moved over toward Arya.

" That one must be mine."

She moved over to face the monster in single combat. The creature seemed to be speaking but only Arya could understand it.

" You are a foolish, silly, little elf girl. Always trying to see the better ending when there is none. Death is the only end. Even elves must accept this. But offcorce you have know this ever since your finonsay by that Shade."

At the slander of her deceased lover memory she attacked the monster, fury in her eyes. The creature simply dogged her attacks effortlessly.

They looked back over back at Murtagh who had began battle with his monster, with his own enhanced blade, and he was faring better than Arya was.

" How is Murtagh a better fighter than Arya?" Eragon wondered. He knew that she was a better fighter than him or his brother so how was this happening.

" It is because he is fighting with what gives him strength ,Will, and she isn't. She is fighting with Anger and not Hope. Untill she can calm herself she will lose."

" Where is mine? I haven't heard anymore sounds."

" I don't know Eragon, but then again yours is umm... different from theirs."

" What do you mean?"

" You will see soon enough."

Eragon didn't like the tone in which Draga said this but he took his advice. They stood there for what seemed like hours. Murtagh was the first to defeat his monster after which his armor changed and seemed to look like dragon scales, and his helm look like a dragon's head with bright red horns.

" Wow, cool! Will all of us look like that?"

" Yes, hopefully."

After a moment, Arya finely noticed that Murtagh had defeated his beast. She knew she had to end this. She stood still and focused her thoughts. The monster had been constantly though their battle about her dead lover and that had borough about anger in her. She looked at his memory and pushed it aside and concentrated on the though of being Firnens mate, and that is what gave her hope for the future.

She leaped forward and brought her blade down through the creatures head and continued down the length of the monster body, killing it. Her armor changed as she walked over toward the others.

" So, that's two down and one to go."

" Where is your, Eragon?"

" I don't know? We haven't heard or seen anything, so I don't know."

At that moment a voice like ice that sent chills down their spines, spoke. The voice sounded like acid dripping onto ice.

" I have been here the whole time, listing and watching you, Eragon!

A massive form rose from the ground. It was bigger than the other two, and, unlike the other two, when this one spoke they could all hear him.

" All right, Eragon, your turn." Draga said.

Eragon stepped towards his monster, drawing his spirit sword. He looked at his blade. The only difference he could see was that it was longer and wider.

" My strength is Love!"

" But do you be leave that yourself, because I don't think you do."

The monster spoke privately inside his mind.

" Yes I do!" Eragon roared.

He charged the monster, taking his sword in both hands, and swung and stabbed at the creature. Many of his attacks hit, but did little to nothing to hurt it.

" Ha, Weak!" The monster began to attack. Lashing out with claws and tentilcols of black and shadow, beating Eragon back and around. Picking him up and slamming him back into the ground. He stood up, covered with cut and bruises all over his body.

" We have to help him!" Arya begged.

" We can't. If we..."

" He's getting killed out there. If we don't he's going to die. We have to..."

" STOP, We can't! If we interfere then he will never be able to become Saphira's mate! He will never become a dragon!" Draga shouted.

At hearing this Arya and Murtagh stopped begging and sheathed their swords. Now they knew why he hadn't let them help each other in their fights.

Eragon was staggering around, haft dead at this point, trying to simply get a moments rest. The monster had been relentless.

" I can't go on for much longer. I'll have to end this soon."

" Ow Eragon."

He turned to face the creature but it wasn't there and in its place was what appeared to be a dragon. It moved closer. It was a dragon but not just any dragon.

" Saphira."

" Eragon, you are weak you can't even beat this worm, ow great king killer!"

The beast came around from behind her.

" Even your own dragon knows you are weak!"

This infuriated Eragon, hell fire running through his vain he charged the beast sword raised high. He leaped into the air, almost appearing to fly, and swung wildly at it. The monster dogged all of his attacks, but, with his mind in a baler he caught a few raged blows. moving faster fueled by his rage, but he was losing more than wining and Draga knew he wouldn't last long now. That there was a great likelihood that Eragon was going to lose. That he was going to die.

Saphira and the others whached as, first Murtagh then Arya, slowly began to take the form of a dragon. Murtagh was the size of a lager house cat and an egg seemed to be forming around him. Aryas was that of a young dragoness and Firnen seemed to like her new form. But Eragon all the while had not changed more than his skin turning to scales and changing color. Saphira was worried. Eragon hadn't moved for over an hour now and his transformation had stopped. Had something gone wrong. The other two dragons moved away from her, syncing that she wanted to be alone, over towards their riders. Saphira layed down and stretched her neck out getting as close as she could without leaving the wall and hummed sadly. She, through their link, could fill all the pain and turmoil in his mind. She pushed on his mind.

" Eragon are you alright, little one?"

When no response came she pushed a little harder, forcing a small crack in the wall, but it was enough. Her mental conciseness was drawn out of her and pulled into Eragons, leaving her body to lay there, un-moving.

She woke with a start. Her head bolted up and darted back and forth, looking for anything. She looked back behind herself to see lightning flash and thunder-clap but it was unnatural because of the infrequency. She got up and took to the sky's. Then she heard a voice say.

" Fly above the clouds."

She obeyed and soared higher, above the clouds, to a plan of pure white, but even up here she could still see were the storm was taking place.

Eragon fought furiously now, swing wildly. His body appeared to be leaking black flames. As Eragons anger grew the monster only seemed to get stronger and then something happened that not even Draga could have though to have happen. The creature thrust it's claw into the ground and around Eragon shoot up large black spikes that held him in place. The creature pulled it's head back, which was a shadowed form of a dragon's head, but, the shadow began to move away from its head, and left, in its place, a bleached, white, dragon's skull, but of horrific proportions. Two sets of large black horns, on ether side of its head, with spiked hooks coming off. One set pointed forward. One Massive black horn that curved back, and had two twin spins jutting out from it. The top of the skull had, what appeared to be extra nose openings, but held sharp twisted black spines in the openings. It,s lower jaw was massive. It looked like a reapers sith with the same kind of horns on the outside as the top of the skull. Thick triangular spikes jutted out from the back of the lower jaw.

They all thought that if anything came near it. It would be torn to shreds. just looking at it was enough to send chills down Eragons spine. Draga was scared now. He had never even heard of something like this happening during a transformation.

" Draga, what the hell is going on? What the hell is that thing?" Murtagh yelled.

" Its grown but how..."

" He hasn't been using his strength. He's been using the creatures power. Rage and anger!" Draga said.

Eargon colacped barely alive. Looking up at the sky, thinking of what could have been. He closed his eyes and lay still.

The monster loomed over his body ready to consume him into total darkness. Just then a hail fury of blue fireballs smashed into the monster back, knocking it back, away from Eragon. A large form landed near him, hidden by the smoke.

" Did one of you do that?" Draga asked.

" No, we didn't do that. That came from the sky."

" Then who...? Whate amen it, blue fire, but that means..."

They looked back to see that the smoke had cleared to revile Saphira standing over Eragon. Looking down at her rider, bartered beaten, and bloody. She licked his wound which made them sting. He grimness and opened his light blue eyes to stare into her dark blue ones. He smiled and reached up and rubbed her head, making her hum. She helped him to his feet. Then she picked him up and placed him in her saddle. They turned and faced the monster.

" Saphira how did you get here?"

" That's not important now. We need to focus on the task at hand. Eragon?"

" Yes."

I missed you."

" I missed you to, dear one."

Eragons mood changed. This they could tell by the change f the color of the flames that came from his body. Now, instead of black, the flames where pinkish red, and not only did they come from him but they came from Saphira as well.

" Saphira?"

" Yes, little one."

" I'm afraid."

" It is good to feel fear, because without fear we can not have courage, but when we are together it is our enemy's who should be afraid!"

" Then we are ONE!"

Eragon roared, at the same time she roared as well. His sword formed again stronger it seemed, for it glowed brightly. The monster, now back on its feet, and supremely pissed at the dragon for interfering with its meal. It loosed a roar/screech that would have, before, sent chills down his spine, but not this time. Not with Saphira with him fighting with and for him. Protecting him, and that only made his love for her stronger.

They knew they could not fight him on the ground so they took to the sky, and began to dive bomb the monster with fire, sword, and claw. The fight went on for hours. Both sides seemed to be equally matched. It got crazy intense when the monster stated to use the Shadow effect, which, as Darga explained is where is can attack by using shadows to rise from the ground and take from, but he knew of one type of power that could stop it but he keep it to himself for he though that they could not use it. He was wrong!

At one moment Saphira lost focus and the monster seized the opportunity. Lashing out with its power it slashed the upper part of her left arm, trying to slash the saddle harness.

" Saphira!" Eragon yelled. She flew up, higher, away from the monster. At that moment Eragon was angry but not with the monster or Saphira, but with himself for letting her get hurt. Something inside him grew stronger and stronger but he didn't know what. The energy was building and had to let it out, but how he didn't know. Then a voice in his mind, not Dragas or any of the others, said

" Do it , Eragon! Strike the beast down with your power. The power that lives in you and Saphira, now attack!

" Lightning effect!"

" Lightning effect!"

After he said this the clouds swirled and moved away making a whole in the sky. The monster shielded its head from the light. The three also covered there eyes before the could adjust Then from out of the hole great arks of white light shot down and struck the monster, raping it in light. There was a loud shriek and then silencs. Sphira landed and Eragon hopped off. Him and her where glowing and Eragon's armor had changed. It looked a lot like Draga's but more complex.

" Is it done now?" Eragon asked.

" Not just yet." Draga answered.

He clapped his hands together and the sky seemed to open, like a door in the clouds. The three felt something on their backs and turned to find wings, dragon wings, coming out of there back. Eragon turned back to show Saphira but she was gone. Draga said he had sent her conciseness back into her own mind and that she was fine, aside from the scratch on her arm which he would heal when they got back. Then the same voice that Eragon had heard before, but this time everyone could hear it, spoke and said.

" Fly! Fly up into your new world and live."

Draga said that they would need a running start to get up of the ground and it was harder than what they had expected flying to be, but Eragon advanced quicker than the others, so after an hour had passed they could fly with easy. Dragas last words to them were " Fly quickly!", and then he vanished from sight leavening them. They all began to run, using what they had learned and jumped into the sky and flew straight threw the door in the sky to find overwhelming light and power, and their minds returned to there bodes and they slept just as Angela peered inside the cave.

Sorry about the long sleep but I've written day by day in short time spans but please review and sorry about the spelling errors on center words. And if that looks like a quote from the moive its most of one.