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Hey, so I'm finally done with my online class so I should be able to update daily again. I'm really sorry about how long this one took to get up, I'm a bit accident prone and I kind of like, uh well, um almost broke my thumb. Ya so that and a bunch of other events kept me from updating like I used to. I would like to take a small moment and apologize for my crappy updating skills.

Also I'm really sorry about how short the last chapter was. Thanks again for all your reviews. .:)

Chapter 10: Arya's POV

Arya awoke suddenly to the sudden bright light. She looked around a bit disoriented before she saw the cause of the sudden light. Saphira had lifted her huge wing away from her and Eragon. The single thought of his name sent tingles down her spine. She could feel him breathing slowly, he was still asleep. She looked over at him, and admired how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. Then she remembered what happened last night. She thought about how much of a trouble magnet he really was. She couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, although it was in no way a laughing matter.

So much had changed in the last few days. She could see the major changes in herself now that she had finally admitted her feelings for Eragon. Seeing those changes in her didn't make her want to shy away from them, but she wanted more of her new-self. She was tired of being the cold, emotionless, heartless elf everyone thought her to be. She just wanted to bring her true self forward, the way she was when she was but a young child. Then she remembered why she could not allow herself to become that way, at least not yet. After all they were after all in the midst of one of the worst wars in history, one that will be a dark spot in Alagaёsia's history for the rest of its being.

She quietly got up and looked around. She found the beautiful dragon that was Saphira flying tiny circles in the sky. The desert sun played off of her scales and made it look as if Saphira was surrounded in tiny blue rainbows. She couldn't help but long slightly to be able to call one of those beautiful creatures her own. Just as that thought struck her she heard a slight rustling coming from one of the saddle bags Murtagh had snuck them.

She walked over to the carefully discarded saddle. She walked around the side of the saddle to find one of the bags shaking slightly. Arya stiffened she wondered as to what was in the bag. She knew it couldn't be anything dangerous because Murtagh had said in the ancient language that he meant them no harm. Or at least that's what he believed. Galbatorix may have found out about Murtagh's plan and switched what was hidden in them with some sort of dark magic.

She decided against caution as the bag she was now starting to shake even more violently. She unhooked the bad from Saphira's saddle bag and slowly began to open it. She carefully reached her hand inside the bag and it came in contact with a smooth surface, a surface she would not soon forget. It was the third and final dragon egg. The excitement of her discovery quickly turned from shock to, confusion, then to slight panic. She slowly, carefully removed the egg from the bag worried as to what she might have become of the egg.

When the tip of the egg was revealed her breath was taken away. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her entire, very long life. The egg was a bright emerald; the color matched her eyes perfectly. She had never seen a white quiet like the white veins that ran over the smooth surface. The moment the egg was completely out of the bag the sun hit it in just a way that it shone with a faint light green light. She stared at the egg completely transfixed and in her own world. She was so absorbed in the egg she hadn't even realized that both Eragon and Saphira were watching her. So she was very surprised when she turned and found them both standing there behind her. Eragon had a bemused look on his face mixed with a bit of amusement. While Saphira had one of her famous dragon grins on her face. Her ears reddened a little when she realized they had probably been standing there the entire time.

She stood up unsure of what to do now. They were all sort of in shock, more than just the egg they now wondered what could possibly be in the other three bags. Arya made to open them while still holding the egg, but stopped when she felt Eragon's hand on her shoulder. "The egg was something we couldn't ignore, but Murtagh said we should wait until we are back with Nasuada, and I think we owe him at least that since he has given us the one thing that will turn the war in our favor." He pointed down at the egg. She looked down and was utterly shocked to see that little cracks had appeared all over the flawless emerald surface. For the second time that day she was speechless, and it was still only early morning. "A second dragon rider," he finished dramatically.

She stared down at the egg, wondering how lately everything was turning out in her favor. How was it that she the elf princess and ambassador could possibly go from a life where she lost everything, to a world where she gained everything? It was only about half an hour ago that she was staring up at the sky looking at Saphira wishing to one day be able to call a dragon her own, and now she had that. It was all she could do to keep from jumping into the air with glee. What she couldn't help was staring up with joy written all over her face, to stare into his own ecstatic eyes. She didn't know how long she was lost in eyes and she didn't particularly care.

She was jolted back to reality when the tremors had now reached an all time high. She tore her eyes away from Eragon's and stared down at the egg. She had a sudden urge to bounce up and down with joy. The thought was so unlike her she had no idea where it came from, Eragon was getting to her. The egg looked like it was about to break when a blur slammed into her. She was knocked to the ground and she found her head safely cradled to a chest she knew only to well. Not even an instant later she heard a great boom.

Egg shard flew everywhere and she managed to escape them all except for her right hand, which was the only part of her body that was exposed. She looked up at the figure on top of her and her anger started to rise before she saw his face. It was clear that Eragon had taken the egg shards meant for her. She slowly so as not to hurt him, slid out from underneath him. She would normally give him a speech about how she was able to take care of herself but she could see that as many times as she said it, it wouldn't sink in through his thick skull, and a very lovable thick skull at that. She first looked at his back there were tiny shards, as well as big shards of egg scattered along his back. A few of them were fairly deep and probably could have caused some real damage had he not saved her. My knight on a shining dragon she thought to herself.

She was about to heal him when his hand found her thigh. He mumbled something she couldn't understand so she brushed against his mind. After a second he let her in. Touch your dragon first; it is more important that you connect your bond. I will be fine until that is done. He was clearly trying to mask the pain, but wasn't doing very well. She decided not to argue with him and turned her attention to her little dragon-ling. He was standing mightily in the spot where she dropped his egg when Eragon saved her. He stood on his little legs with his chest puffed out and his over sized wings hanging uselessly at his sides. She knew she would have a mighty dragon when he was older. She reached out with her right hand to touch her little dragon, not remembering about the cut from the egg shard. She closed her eyes knowing that it would hurt, but she made contact she yelped in surprise as an intense pain far worse than she expected hit her. Then everything went black.

Ok so I should be able to update more like I used to. I'm going to have a lot more down time, that dang skateboard. Ok well anyway it should be only 1 or 2 days in between updates now. Oh and I hope you haven't forgotten about H.S.T.R.B.F.F.G.O save the review button. :D