SYRAI

Anger, horror, misery, shock, amazement, awe, pity, happiness, rejection. An elf? Syrai was not an elf. Any being that is able to show that many emotions and more at once is not an elf, not a human, not a dwarf…is a creature that should be put out of it's misery as quickly as possible.

Syrai looked at Eragon. He was alive, Lillyan had a family again- sort of- and he could tell her about being a rider, that was happiness out of the way. Lillyan was royal, that'd be amazement and awe. Pity was that she had never thought of it earlier. Anger, horror, misery, shock and rejection were all from the cause of her not ever telling him that something was wrong.

Why not? He could have helped! He could have…could have…could have…

Syrai looked back at Lillyan. She was more an elf than him. Her face was expressionless. A marble statue. Then he noticed her eyes. They displayed almost as many emotions as he had with his entire body, and they were all directed at him. Apology, fear, pain, longing…

Syrai hung his head. Typical. He always gave in to her. Oh, he could beat the boys at sword fighting, archery…with not the slightest hint of mercy. He could fight a war alone against a hundred and he would win…unless she was on the other side.

And what COULD I actually do if she told me something was wrong? I could talk…but I always talk and it never helps.

Eragon watched the odd exchange of emotions silently then, when he thought it had ended, he spoke.

"Why, what is it that troubles you?"

A lot.

Eragon nodded. "Blodgharm will show you to your rooms, you can stay with us as long as it pleases you."

Syrai felt stiff as he followed the blue elf down a corridor next to Lillyan.

I didn't know what to do… Lillyan told him in a pained voice before over taking him and standing next to the elderly elf.

She thought he was angry…

ERAGON

Eek! Was there and better word for it? He paced up and down the room. Up and down. Up and down.

I'm a…I'm a…wait! I'm a grandfather. AGH!

He came to a sudden halt, swivelled around and started going the other way again.

I feel old.

He pulled out a tiny mirror, usually used for conversation, but this time Eragon looked at the reflection in minute detail. No wrinkles…no grey hair…

He put it back in his pocket and continued pacing.

I have a granddaughter! He thought, surprising himself at how obvious it was. It only just sank in and he was happy. Oh so happy. Almost as happy as when Arya had agreed to marry him- in human tradition.

Arya stepped through the door at that moment, dressed entirely in green. She smiled at him and then crossed the room to kiss him. –romantics aside she studied him and then exclaimed. "You look terrible!"

"thank you," Eragon answered, smiling.

Arya sighed. "Terrible as in worried, what's wrong?"

Eragon, for no reason in particular, bent down and whispered it into Arya's ear.

"We have a WHAT?" Arya said in monotone, her face slipping into its usual façade. She collapsed backwards on to the chair for a minute or two. Then a smile spread across her face and she looked at Eragon with twinkling eyes, something Eragon had not seen since the day their son died.

"Abrayda's?"

"Definitely…"

LILLYAN

Lillyan watched the day speed past. At some point, when the sun stood directly above them, so presumably midday, Syrai entered her room and sat on the large four poster bed.

"Do you like your room?" he asked casually.

It's too big. Big and empty.

The dragon was crawling on her lap. He had grown admirably and was as big as a good sized dog. It was still nameless.

"Are you angry with me?" he asked then.

Why would I be angry with you?

"Numerous reasons,"

I'm not angry with you. Are you angry with me?

"of course not."

Lillyan sighed in relief and stood up and hugged Syrai.

I'm scared.

Syrai furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't understand what she could possibly be scared of.

I don't know, she admitted, something bad is coming.

GENERAL POV

When the sun had set Blodgharm came to pick them up and brought them to the dining hall, a large high-ceilinged hall with one large table stretching from one side to the other. They sat on the places nearest to the king, beside them were the twelve elves, behind them were several dwarves and a fair amount of humans.

The dinner was amazing with food that looked like statues, and tasted as though a god had made them-not that there was actually a god or any GODS but it was a comparison Lillyan could not help but make.

The king nor the queen spoke throughout the entire meal. When the room began to empty however, they could not stop themselves asking questions. What had happened to her mother? How was it at school? How long had they been out in the rain? Lillyan let Syrai answer for her. Then came the compliments; how pretty she was, how beautiful her long hair was, how wise she seemed. Lillyan stayed silent.

Then after an awkward pause, Eragon finally got to the point. "How long have you been a rider?"

Whether or not it was rude, Lillyan did not know or care, she wasn't even sure if it had ever happened before. So she pulled her dragon out of the bag that it had spent an uncomfortable hour in and placed it on the table where it started eating the rest of Lillyan's dinner, vegetables or not it was starving.

"hmm," Eragon let out. "his scales are…well they're different."

Where is your dragon?

Eragon continued as if she had not asked. "Where did you find…Aghk!"

Eragon clutched his head. Lillyan wasn't sure what she had done. She had just tried to find out where Saphira was. Eragon's thoughts were suddenly being projected on the wall.

'AGH! THIS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY HURTS'

Then the writing flickered and there were pictures, no not pictures, a memory. There were sand dunes, hundreds of them. The wind –and sand for that matter-was whipping against them as if its life depended on it. Then a boy stood up in the middle. He was young but looked similar to Eragon, of course it did, it WAS Eragon. He blinked at the empty landscape."…to the gods…" he muttered. It was obvious he was lost. The sand was making a crust around him; he kept having to rub it out of his eyes. "Murtagh? WHAT THE BLOODY HECK HAVE YOU DONE NOW?" he screamed angrily. No one answered. He ran up the nearest sand dune desperately. "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" He stopped at the top and gave a low and long moan. Beyond the sand dune there was nothing but desert. No people, no houses, no plants. "ARYA? SAPHIRA? SAPHIRA! ANYONE? SAAPHIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The memory ended and the real Eragon angrily stood up and glared at Lillyan. She was still staring at the wall, but was well aware of Eragon's anger.

"How did you do that? What WAS that?" He was silently sobbing while he spoke.

Lillyan stood up slowly, stepped onto the bench, the table, the other bench and crossed the rest of the room until she was at the wall. She slid her finger along it and then turned back to Eragon.

But you found her again didn't you? She questioned worriedly. Eragon didn't answer. Didn't you?

Eragon fell back on his chair and but his head in his hands. "I found Murtagh and thorn. I wanted to kill them. They were injured…Dying even. Not by me though. By his MASTER. So I made him become a teacher, made him swear he would not run, hide, kill or injure. He even helped me look for her, but she WASN'T there. HE took her. GALBATORIX took her. And I haven't seen her since."

She's looking for you, Lillyan informed him.

"How do you know?"

I don't know, but it must be true.

Anyone who DIDN'T get why 'it must be true' elves=ancient language=only truth.

Anyway, me still needs cloud/rain suggestions! Othr whilst I will just name him next chapter with no thought or feeling (a little thought and feeling, but possibly not something that sounds particularly good)