Switched rating from KPlus to teen, as well as the story summary.


The Alliance

Esmor twirled around Saphira, then slowed, and then sped up again. Esmor, warned Arya. Even an elf could not hold on for long onto a whirling dragon. Darkness is approaching, remarked Saphira, and my wings are beginning to ache. I see a small clearing up ahead, let's spend the night there. The two dragons dived, right into the clearing and landed. Arya and Eragon went off to gather firewood and edible plants, while Esmor and Saphira started to hunt.
Arya,
Yes Eragon,
What has happened to Murtagh? Did he survive? I didn't see him in the vault.
The king has not revealed anything; I would think that he is alive, or captured.
Then we must rescue him. He sent me Esmor's egg, and he should be rewarded.
Once they had gathered enough firewood and plants, the set to work cleaning and cooking the weeds. It was hard, since all they could find, were plenty of small plants, mostly dill and other spices. They had to well clean each one several times over. Once they had finished and eaten their fill, they rested. Arya went over to Eragon and rested against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. He hugged her close, then dosed off into the night.

Esmor woke, at Saphira's touch. She had shifted in her sleep, waking him. Hungry, he got up, careful not to wake her. He walked a fair distance from the camp before taking off. The sun was not yet up, but it was already very light outside. Almost as if a dragon had just let out a breath of fire. He soared through the air, opening his mouth to let in the cool, morning scents. A light came and went out in his peripheral vision as a warm current of air ticked his tail. He slowed to scratch his foot, and a blast of flames erupted in front of him. If I hadn't stopped... He twirled down towards the enemy, and a large red dragon came out of the forest, snapping at Esmor's tail. He spun around, letting his tail slam down on the foe's head. The dragon let out a breath, then charged at Esmor, with flames in his jaws. He let loose a flurry of heat, just a Esmor dodged out of the way, and the flames burned his leg. Now he was angry. He dodged another pillar, the charged the enemy. Die, enemy of the Varden! But it seemed the other dragon's mind had been open, as he paused, letting Esmor ram into him. I am not your enemy! He cried, I though you belonged to the king! What is your name? Esmor cocked his head suspiciously; I am Esmor, Arya's dragon. The fire in the red dragon flared in surprise, and I am Thorn, Murtagh's dragon.
Wait, I have heard of you, but you're evil, you work for the king!
No longer, come, let's rest and I will tell you my tale...


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