Disclaimer: I am sorry for the delay, but I can't help it if I'm out camping. On with the story already!
Eragon and Roran walked silently back to their tent. Saphira walked peacefully alongside them. "One of the Varden's warrior's brought Snowfire for me to ride when we go to rescue Katrina," said Roran as they reached his tent. "He said that you have a connection with that horse."
"Yea, I do," answered Eragon. "Where will I find this warrior?"
"A tent close to King Orin's quarters," Roran replied casually. "Eragon, before I knew that you had become a Dragon Rider I didn't believe any of the old stories Brom told, but I realize that I need to learn how to work magic to rescue Katrina and defeat the Ra'zac. Can you teach me?"
Saphira? Eragon asked wearily. The dragon's eyes flashed in the darkness. Should we?
Teach him about the Ancient Language? Saphira answered. I don't know. Now, his intentions remain true, but once he gains that power—humans are the greediest of creatures. Teach him what he needs to know and only that. I'll tell Arya to warn Oromis.
Why alert Oromis-ebrithil? Eragon asked hotly.
To keep watch over Roran after we rescue Katrina, answered Saphira.
Eragon nodded. "Ok, I'll tell you what you need to know," he said. "Atra nosu waíse vardo fra eld hörnya. There, now we won't be heard. Now, you've heard the stories Brom used to tell; they're all true. Magic works by saying a phrase or sentence using the Ancient Language, which the elves use. By speaking in this language you cannot lie. The first thing that you should know is that if any magician knows your true name, they can control you."
"True name?" asked Roran with a puzzled look on his face.
Eragon nodded. "Yes, now before I start teaching you the Ancient Language, there is one more thing that you must know." Both men sat across from each other. Roran looked intently at Eragon. "Magic takes the same amount of energy as it would if you did a task on your own. I also want you to understand that magic comes easier to me because I'm a Dragon Rider." He took up a stone in his right palm. "Stenr reisa." The stone flew up over their heads. Roran watched with awe. Eragon smiled at his cousin with amusement. He remembered clearly how he had been when Brom began his training after he; Eragon had accidentally used the Ancient Language to save himself from an Urgal. "Master that and I'll teach you more."
"Why teach me such a useless spell when we're setting off to rescue Katrina soon?" asked Roran as the stone hit Eragon's palm.
"If you can direct the direction of the stone, you can knock guards out," said Eragon simply, handing Roran the stone.
Arya, called Saphira. Are you conscious?
What happened to Eragon? Arya cried.
Don't worry, he's alive and well, said Saphira soothingly. He is teaching Roran parts of the Ancient Language to fight the Ra'zac with.
WHAT? Arya screamed.
Saphira flinched at the force of Arya's rage. Arya?
Stop him! Arya cried.
Ok, warn Oromis if you can, said Saphira.
I'm on my way there now, answered Arya.
Arya marched off through the forest. Her anger boiled to its peak. She clenched her fists and shook from head to toe. Her guards had asked for her to stay in her room and she ended up having to fight them single-handedly to get out. Sure, her mother would be furious that she left her room without waiting to recover properly, but Eragon had stepped past the line with her. Her feet carried her in a direction she knew naught. She suddenly looked up. Elvira stood at the edge of the trail with Oromis. Arya and Oromis exchanged their greetings and when Arya turned to Elvira the older elf said, "You must be angry about something, so say it. There's a war going on and we're wasting time greeting each other!"
"Oromis-elda," said Arya shakily. "Eragon is teaching his cousin how to use the Ancient Language; how to use magic when we know so little about him." She struggled to remain calm and in proper control of her anger, rage, and even more so, her feeling of betrayal from Eragon.
"That is quite enough, Arya svit-kona," said Oromis sternly. "Eragon knows what he is doing. I am sure he is teaching his cousin spells that he can easily manipulate. He is a very smart man."
"He's only a boy!" cried Arya, her anger finally exploding.
"By elf standards, yes," stated Oromis kindly and as though he had not been yelled at. "He is still very young, but because of his hardships he has been forced through time and time again he has grown into a wise man who will not give into Galbatorix and he has a powerful dragon who will protect him until the end. He has achieved more than I could ever have hoped for." He smiled sadly as he remembered Eragon's moments of deathly pain from Durza's blade before the Blood-oath Celebration took place.
"Eragon shouldn't have to be put through any of this!" Arya cried fiercely. She wiped the tears away before they even hit the ground. "He's been put through enough!"
"Arya, älfr ach thornessa wiol ono," said Oromis calmly. "Without you, he would've given up a long time ago." She knelt down and could no longer keep back the tears and gave up in hiding them until she could be alone. Oromis knelt beside her and patted her lightly on the shoulder. "Arya, I think it would be best if you go to the sparring field."
She nodded and slowly walked away. Her form soon disappeared behind the trees. Oromis silently prayed to himself that Eragon would return soon.
Disclaimer: My friend said that I'm crazy for writing these things. I am sorry it is short, but the next chapter should be pretty long if it goes how I have planned. Ideas are always welcome!