Authors Note: Ok, sorry for my outburst on the last chapter. Truthfully I thought it was my worst. Anyway, here the next chapter. Its just a little back story on the history of elves. That is all of the hints I will be giving. Oh, I chose to make Arya a young elf, just because I thought it would make this story a little bit more interesting. This chapter I think turned out a little bit better. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

The Past of an Elf

Brom turned to the young elf. He bowed in her presence and greeted her.

"It has been a while, Arya." Brom said.

"Yes it has, a hundred years I believe. The last time I saw you. You were leaving the riders and beginning your journey to Carvahall to wait for the chosen ones. Arya replied.

She turned and looked at Eragon and Saphira.

"And I guess you have found them indeed."

Arya looked them both over.

"So, have they shown signs of the knowledge for the words of power?" Arya asked Brom.

"Yes, Eragon has released his inner power at least once since I have met him, Saphira has not, but I know that she can if the situation was upon her."

"I have used this 'power' another time, Saphira and I were being attacked by Sabor cats, I felt this energy inside of me and that word 'Brisinger' was the what I spoke." Eragon added.

Arya nodded.

"Well we are going to have to change that." Arya turned to Eragon and Saphira.

"Both of you hold a power within, since Brom has not yet had the opportunity to explain this mysterious power, I will. First off, this power has many names, some call it magic, and others call it blessings from above. Some of the ruthless call it power. The Origins of this power is still unknown. But I do know this; Elves such as myself can wield the words of power from a young age. Others such as you two or Brom have to train for decades before you are able to master them and even then, this power is only to be used when it deems necessary."

Eragon and Saphira listened to the young, she elf's words of wisdom. Though she looked to be their age, she was full of knowledge that even the elders of a village could not even fathom. Saphira began to wonder, how was it that this elf had all of this knowledge? When Arya was finished, she asked the elf openly.

"How is it that you have all of this knowledge and yet look to be not a day older than Eragon or myself?" Saphira asked.

"That is a good question. You see, Elves are a race that can outlive the rest, I may appear to be seventeen years of age, but in reality; I am actually over a thousand years old. As an elf, our growths are extremely slow. And even then that does not compare to how long it takes for us to become full, mature elves. We are born with the intelligence of our heritage. My race is not from this land; my heritage began far over the seas. My ancestors came to this land on an ancient ship. When they landed, they moved inland and found a suitable forest that would house them for generations to come. It is known to all by the name of Ellesmera."

Brom nodded. Eragon and Saphira continued to listen.

"As time went along, they discovered a supreme race from this land. Dragons, as you humans call them. My ancestors formed a bond between them; at first the dragons were very savage towards my people, though they showed a high intelligence that matched that of my ancestors. My ancestors gave them the ability to speak, through their conscious minds. This is the bond that all riders share…well except for you two, Eragon and Saphira. Soon when the dragons deemed it acceptable, some of my people went and lived with the dragons, their bonds grew ever so deeply. As their friendships would grow, eventually the dragons began to allow the one that was bonded closely to them, to ride with them through the skies above.

That is how the riders where formed, by being marked with the 'Gedwey Ignasia', riders were soon deemed to be protectors of the land. As the number of elven riders grew, humans that had settled here as well began to see the riders as a danger. To keep a war from the all of the races, some of the humans were allowed to become riders as well. During these times of peace, I was born. My mother is the queen, of Ellesmera, but she wanted me to become something greater than just the next queen. At a very young age, I was trained in the ways of how to properly use my inner power. When my training was complete, though I am not a rider, I began to teach every rider on how to use their inner strengths.

I was proud of all of my students. Every rider was given a chance to master their abilities; very few times did they fail to show their gifts. As a fresh group joined, one student showed talent like no other. He was a natural with his gifts, as his talents grew, so did his power. He challenged himself to the brink. Never once did he ever fear anything. When he thought it was time for him to become a master such as myself, he was tested. His test was a success; he was brought before the Grand council of the Riders. The leader spoke of his talents and congratulated him. But, they could not let him become someone that was teaching the young. This rider was outraged; he demanded to know why and was told that there was a darkness inside his heart.

The young rider laughed and said that he had no darkness, but the Grand council still refused. He then asked who or what had told them of this horrible lie. One spoke up; they told him that his own dragon had come to them. Shocked, the rider ran away. While several riders were walking around the corridors of the dragons sleeping courters, a horrible shriek was heard. When they all ventured inside, the rider was found, with blood on his hands and his dragon was dead. He fled the scene and was thought to be never seen again. To our horrible imaginations, he returned, his power had increased and he demanded a dragon egg. When no egg was given, he began to slaughter everyone in his path as he ventured to find the chamber full of the eggs. When he finally found it he went in picked one that suited his fancy and tried to smash the rest.

I was away and was horrified at what I saw when I finally returned. With the rider gone and the most of the eggs smashed all hope seemed lost.

I watched as that little boy grew to become a man and then a monster, I promised myself that no other would ever become as evil has him under my teachings. That riders name was Galbatorix.

Then five hundred years after he took the throne, a new rider was found. This rider was brought to the remaining eggs and a blue egg hatched for him. This rider was not like Galbatorix in his abilities or strength, but he showed determination. As I taught him, he struggled greatly. Never once did he give up, that boy soon become someone that has been one of my best students and closest friend. He is still standing strong, because he follows his heart, he is Brom."

Arya turned and bowed to Brom. Something happened that made Eragon and Saphira surprised. Brom actually smiled and reddened. But only a little, he regained his composure.

"Yes, well that is because I have had such good teacher. Arya I have to know, what has happened to you since these past one hundred years." Brom asked.

"Well that is a little bit of an easier question. Well, for me to tell that, I will have to start at why I was sent there.

As Galbatorix began take over the land, Before the Grand council was killed, they had sent me to Gil'ead to find a weakness that would help us in our efforts to over throw him. As I entered that town, a final vision was given through our mental contact. It foretold of their deaths, as I began to turn around and return to them, they stopped me immediately and explained that Brom and Saphira the dragoness had flown away, they were getting away from riders. They explained that he was finding rest in a town known as Carvahall. As the message faded, I watched as an Imperial soldier slashed one of them through the back. That was last of the contact that I have had with the riders. I don't know if any one…is left."

One tear fell down her pale face.

"I returned to my quest, just like today as you were watched, as was I when I entered. I was taken to prison for interrogation. As they tried to get any information they could from me, I sent the soldiers in the chamber into a very long sleep. I escaped the room and followed along all of the corridors; finding that there was no chance of escape: I waited for a guard to pass, and then I followed him through passages that led to a room. When the soldier disappeared inside, I focused my energies and was able to listen in on the conversations they were having. It was said that Galbatorix was coming to the prison himself, it was unknown why, but he would come in one month. I knew then that I had to stay.

I followed a final corridor and found the entrance. Once outside I searched the outer prison walls for some sort of place where I could seek refuge. My searching was rewarded. I found a hole, and it led up back into the prison and there I found a space large enough for me to rest and listen. Finding food was never hard, I was able to salvage whatever the cooks throughout on the grounds. Though it was never how I ever wanted to spend a meal, it was my only chance at staying and surviving at the same time. As the months past, I could feel almost all of remaining riders lives pass away. It hurt to know that Galbatorix was still killing any rider that was left.

Finally though, he did come. I could feel is power from far away, as he approached, it sent chills down my spine. Soon enough he was at the prison. I once again focused my powers and listened to all of his conversations. Most of them were about me, apparently he had wanted me alive, but the message that was sent telling him that I had escaped never got to him. As I continued to Liston, one conversation gave me hope. He was talking with his most powerful general, Durza. Galbatorix told him search throughout the lands, though he did never tell Durza why, Durza was not about to sway away from the chance of killing. Again a chill ran down my back as I heard the generals answer. "Yes my liege, it shall be done."

I needed to know why; luckily enough Galbatorix was not protecting his mind that well. I cracked through one of his barriers and got a glimpse of a vision that he must have had. It was about his fall. He was very nervous as it flashed before my eyes. It revealed two silhouettes that were humans. They were changed into dragons, he watched as they destroyed everything that he had killed for. I could sense the fear that he had. This restored my hope; I could feel his presence leave the prison. Taking the time needed. I searched for Brom's presence. When I finally found him, I explained to him the vision. I could feel his happiness for what was to come. Finding what I had been searching for so long, I left that prison, but Galbatorix was smart enough to put a ransom on my head. I could not escape Gil'ead. So I have waited for that day, a day the dragons and riders could once again rise."

She turned and put both of her hands on Eragons and Saphira's shoulders. Ayra spoke again.

"Today marks what I have I waited for a hundred years to see, today is the start of the end of Galbatorix ruling, I thank you both for you courage's."

Eragon and Saphira smiled at each other and then at her. Eragon spoke for both of them.

"It is an honor." Eragon and Saphira both bowed.

"No, no, no, it is my honor to have met you both." Arya bowed to them.

"Now, we need to find a place that will be safe enough for the transformation." Arya pondered for a moment.

"Brom, we have to find the Varden, they are the only ones that I know of that would praise to see these chosen ones, more than either you or I."

"Who are the Varden?" Saphira asked.

"The Varden are a group of humans and Elves that have banded together to fight the Empire. To Galbatorix, they are the rebellion that will aid the chosen one in the battle that will bring an end to his have not been very successful. I have heard that the Empire has offered a reward for all of their heads. We must reach them before they move to a different hideout. I know it is risky, but with all of our help, we all can stop the King." Arya explained.

Brom, Eragon and Saphira nodded. It was decided, the next day would be the start of yet another journey. But there was going to be a dilemma with Saphira the dragoness.

"We must leave tomorrow." Arya said.

"I am afraid that will not do." Saphira the dragoness told them all.

"How come?" Saphira asked the dragoness that shared her name.

"Well, something has happened; I will need to go away for a few days. Once I am ready I will return."

Eragon and Saphira were confused, but Arya and Brom both knew what she meant.

"Saphira, you can take as long as you need, we will wait until your 'episode' has calmed down." Brom said.

"Thank you Brom, once I feeling better I will return."

With that said, the blue dragoness stepped a few paces back and leaped into the air. When she was out of sight, Saphira needed to know why.

"What is she talking about Brom, why did she have to leave." She asked.

"Well, that is kind of personal, but I will tell you this. She will be in pain for a few days and will be very aggressive. That is why she left, if she were to stay, it could become dangerous for us all. Even when she returns, she will seem different for at least another month." Brom explained.

"Well, I guess we are not going anywhere for a while…might as well get comfortable." Eragon thought as he sat down on the cool earth and prepared for sleep. All of them followed his lead, they all lied down, and all of their minds were full of the memories of the day.

Authors Note: The reason I chose Saphira's leaving 'moment' is because this gives me an opportunity to keep our little group of warriors at this location for a few chapters while she is away. I will not be going into too much of detail on why she has left. I pretty much have tried to make it clear why she has left. I will be keeping this story rated T. In my sequel though, things can change. Oops I was not supposed to to say that. Or was I. ;)

Thanks for reading.

P.s. I am feeling better, and can once again update every few days.