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I'm really sorry that I haven't updated for like three weeks, but I got finals in two more weeks and my Mom wanted me to start studying.

I sorta want to have a chapter about the two other riders and their dragons. You know, the ones who had Lifskul's egg.

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Chapter 21: Homecoming

Yanon woke to Zammíren's growl. Turning over, he faced his partner's head, which lay next to his bed. Zammíren was asleep, but his teeth were bared. Yanon smiled. Sometimes Zammíren could be such a young hatchling at times. A loud crash from the common area of the tree house brought Yanon back to reality. After getting dressed quickly, he left his room to find Àshrá sweeping up a remains of a glass tray.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

His voice startled her, "Yes, I am. Did I wake you? I'm sorry." She replied.

"You didn't wake me, don't worry." Yanon walked over, "Zammíren woke me."

"Breakfast is on the table." Àshrá told him. "You may need to heat it up a little, it's been sitting for a while."

"Thank you."

During their time trapped in the Du Weldenvarden, they had set up a quick routine each morning. Alternating days, one would make breakfast for both of them, and start getting everything for the rest of the day, chores, etc.

Some of the elves would consider them extremely close friends, while most of the rest would consider the two rider, mates. Yanon and Àshrá had agreed scores or years ago that they were just friends, not mates.

Today seemed bright and friendly. The air was crisp, and was being blown into the house by a gentle breeze. The sun was just starting its routine assent into the morning sky, and the birds all around Ellesmére were singing their hearts out.

Yanin looked towards the horizon as he heard wing beats. The rhythmic thumps could be heard from leagues away. Judging by the volume of them, the dragon was far off. In the recent months the citizen's of Ellesmére had grown accustomed to the wing beats, and paid almost no attention to them. Something that could doom them to death or slavery at the hand of Galbatorix.

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Murtagh was getting tired of traveling on Thorn's back for weeks on end. It was sore and fairly uncomfortable for any long trip. The fast that Thorn enjoyed rolling into heart stopping dives and acrobatics at unexpected times, made the pain only worse. (for all you guys reading this, imagine riding a bucking horse for hours on end WITHOUT a cup or any padding for that area.)

Do you ever get tired of doing that. Murtagh demanded after one particularly hard dive.

No. Thorn replied, Everytime is a new adventure and is a lot of fun. I just don't understand how you can dislike it.

I don't dislike it, I just hate it when you do it all the time for weeks on end. Murtagh replied grumpily. At least you don't have to question your gender after every dive.

Oh that bad? Thorn asked.

Worse. Murtagh replied.

I sense a large number of creatures about 5 leagues east. Wanna check it out. Thorn asked, It might just be what we are looking for.

For the last three weeks the rider dragon pair had been searching for a safe haven to hide form Galbatorix, so that they could work on nullifying their oaths. They didn't dare do it with out first being shielded by the elves because the magic needed to nullify their oaths would alert anyone magic sensitive in all the land of their location.

I guess we should. Murtagh replied as he spied in the distance. It was flying. Thorn, look to the North, Is that Eragon and Saphira? Murtagh asked.

No it's a dragon, but it's purple, with a rider garbed in black. Thorn replied, But it's not a new hatchling, its about twice the size of Shruiken.

Holy cow, that's huge! Murtagh exclaimed.

Lets get towards that haven that you found, it might just be an Elfish City if a Rider is near here. Thorn said, accelerating up to top speed, trying to get far away from the purple dragon.

But it was too late. The purple dragon had seen them, and veered towards them and accelerated as well. Being bigger, and having a longer arm span, the purple dragon was upon them before they had gotten three leagues.

Thorn turned sharply to one side to evade the attacking dragon's initial charge. He then pulled up and flipped around, falling behind the purple dragon as it started to climb. The purple dragon abruptly stopped flapping as Thorn closed in, and started to fall right back down on top of Thorn. Tangled, they fell to the ground, yet landed softly as they snapped open their wings to break their fall. Murtagh dismounted cleanly from Thorn and drew his Zar'oc. He dulled Zar'oc as if he was about to duel, and stepped into a defensive stance, waiting for the purple rider.

Looking about, Murtagh couldn't find the other rider. He heard a hiss, and then a knife landed, point-down, in the loam between his feet. Looking up, Mutagh saw the purple rider levitating in mid air about 20 feet off the ground, violet blade drawn and gleaming in the morning light. The rider suddenly let go of his magic and plummeted down to the ground. Murtagh did a back flip away of the rider's blade, which buried itself into the loam right where Murtagh had stood moments before. Tugging his blade free, the rider drew a fairly long knife. From a hidden sheath.

"Why not attack me traitor." The rider hissed, obviously male. His attention was diverted from Murtagh as his dragon came to his side, and put a talon on his blades, forcing them down.

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What are you doing Vordéth? Xen hissed.

Stopping you from attacking a friend. He replied back. This pair are traitors to the traitor himself.

"Traitors to the King?"Xen hissed confused, "Explain yourself! Who are you, and what are you doing here near Ellesmére?"

"Where is Ellesmére? We are lost. We've been wandering through the Du Weldenvarden, looking for an elf city, or some one who could tell us where Eragon and Saphira are." Murtagh replied coolly, looking up to see Eragon and Saphira, a black dragon almost Saphira's size, and it's rider, an elf of some beauty, landing. On the horizon, two more dragons approached, both bigger than Thorn and Saphira, one red, and the other black.

Eragon dismounted, waited for the elf, and walked over. "Hello, I'm truly surprised to find you so close to Ellesmére."

"Hello Eragon, who is this?" Murtagh asked, indicating the black dragon's rider.

"You don't recognize her?" Eragon asked, visibly surprised. "Shame Murtagh, shame."

"Arya?" Murtagh began to realize who she was. She smiled.

"Yes, it's me. Come let's fly and talk about why you are here." Arya replied, and leaped onto Lifskul's back, and took off followed by Murtagh and Thorn, and finally Eragon and Saphira. By that time, Yanon and Àshrá were overhead, and headed back to Ellesmére with Xen after the three younger riders took off heading north.

Flying north, Arya found a sizeable clearing in the trees and landed there with Lifskul, and was followed by the others. After a confusing minute of distangling wings, and folding them to their owner's sides, everyone relaxed and Eragon, Arya and Murtagh sat down next to a fire that Murtagh had started.

"Much has changed since we've met brother." Eragon started looking over Murtagh.

"True, all of us have changed." Murtagh replied.

"You seem very different since I last saw you in Farthen Dûr." Arya added.

"A dragon tends to do that." Murtagh answered.

"No, besides that, there seems to be something fundamentally wrong with your," Arya paused. "…Well, demeanor. You used to be…how do I put this…energetic?"

"Being in Galbatorix's palace, totally different from everyone else except the king, only because you are bonded to a rider, makes one anti-social. I guess the lack of anyone to talk to, changed me into a reserved sort of person that I am now." Murtagh answered in a sad tone.

"Why have you come here?" Eragon asked, cutting right to the point.

"Thorn and I want to be free of Galbatorix." Murtagh sighed. "If you were put into the situations that we have, there is no way that you wouldn't want to stay there."

"You want us to neutralize your oaths to him?" Arya asked.

"Yes. Then I will swear allegiance to the Varden, Elves, and anyone who you think I should." Murtagh replied.

All six of them sat there until it was dark, discussing different things they should include in Murtagh's oath. The entire time, Eragon was communicating with Oromis mentally.

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Oromis had spent the entire day with Elva. At age three, she looked like someone four times her age. She was agile, and faster than the normal eye with a sword. She was extremely strong in magic, and always had a flare of darkness in her magic that worried Oromis. She was his only full time student. Young as she was, with Oromis's instruction, her mind was maturing to a level that was beyond Eragon when he first started.

Elva was there today longer than normal because of Murtagh's appearance, and just for her relative safety. Murtagh could be on a trick mission from Galbatorix.

Near dark, Muragh had finally been freed from his oaths by Eragon, Arya, Saphira, and Lifskul, and he had sworn an oath so binding that even if Galbatorix used his true name, Murtagh would never be forced to obey.

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"Who taught the two of you to be riders?" Murtagh asked while they flew back towards Ellesmére.

"You'll find out…You'll find out." was Eragon's answer.

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I want feedback on that fight scene.

I want to know if it was ok.

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