Ahh! Chapter 2 already. I am eager to write this story, I must admit. My mind races with all sorts of possibilities on what I can expand on. I definitely plan to do something with the Forsworn, I have the opportunity so I must. I also have to say that this story can be dedicated to To Move Forward by rainxoxo for it's her story that has pushed me to write a story of this nature. I have to admit that I have picked from her the relationship with Rhunön and with the upcoming Forsworn will have similar vibes. Otherwise the back story behind how they were transported back in time is different. I apologize if it seems that Arya has come out of nowhere, I simply wish to have all the key characters involved for future references. Also the only people who will know of the time travel, at this point in the book, are going to be the characters mentioned in this chapter. Without further ado, enjoy Chapter 2.


Eragon danced away from Brom's blade, the silver catching the light. With a quick slash he brought Brisingr down on the handle of the other sword and shoved, forcing Brom back. Brom was much more agile than he was when Eragon first sparred with him but it only served to make him more eager. Again Brom advanced on him, hoping to separate Brisingr from his hands and Eragon dodged away from a thrust. Glaedr and Oromis were watching on the sidelines, seemingly gathering Eragon's skill.

Brom growled and brought his blade downwards leaving his sides open so Eragon was quick to take advantage of the anger in his father and slam the hilt of his blade into his ribs before dancing away. Brom collapsed to his knees heaving air. Eragon couldn't help but wonder what had angered his Father so and when had he lost this anger? How had he even won against the Forsworn?

"Brom." Eragon called out, his voice thick. Brom let out a rasp and Eragon took that as his form of answering, "How many of the Forsworn are left?"

"Three. Kialandí, Formora and Morzan." Brom finally stated clearly, the air returning to his lungs in full. Eragon winced slightly, realizing he hit him harder than he had meant too.

Eragon focused his gaze on Oromis, realizing that the last three traitor riders were all people his Master had direct history with. His Master looked at peace with the idea that the people that had harmed him the most were still walking freely. Shaking his head he glanced at the rising sun. Yesterday had been a day full of tests as Oromis sought to realize the full extent of his knowledge. His Master seemed thoroughly pleased with how much his future self had covered with Eragon before he set off to war.

"You retain well, You would have made a great student if you had the time to blossom under the Old Riders." Oromis had said to him in a soft voice.

Eragon glanced back over to the two elder riders, "What shall I do now, Master?"

Oromis seemed to ponder this question, "Go explore Ellesmera. You share our looks so nobody will question you but refrain from drawing attention to yourself. Leave your sword here as you have no use for it within the city and will only seek to cause distrust and attention."

Nodding, Eragon rid himself of his sword and left it inside the hot. Touching his two forefingers to his lips he was quick to advance out of the clearing and made the 30 minute walk into the city limits. No other elf paid him mind as they walked past him. It felt weird to not be recognized and spoken to, well rather be spoken through as the elves would much rather speak with Saphira then him. Still smiling softly he followed a trail that Arya had shown him once on their first trip to Ellesmera. His heart pounded in his ear as he thought of her.

Eragon frowned as he realized that he would have to rebuild his relationship up from the ground with the elf. He decided that ultimately he would conduct himself better should he be graced with her presence so that the burden of his fancy to her does not push her away as it did in his time. The pain of realizing that she would not remember him or the memories they had made was almost too much to bear but rather than focus on it he continued to walk through the streets and eventually ended up outside a forge.

Lost to himself, Eragon stepped into the forge and abruptly took a seat watching the blacksmith elf dance around the workspace. The elf was tall, her long silver hair flowing. Her eyes were an icy blue, unwelcoming and cold but Eragon knew better. He had seen the affection fill her eyes, even if it was for a sword. She seemed content to ignore him for the moment and he was content to watch her work. It seemed to him that she was forging a helmet, it was refined and regal as most elven works were. Eragon was not a smith but he did spend some time in Horst's forge back in Carvahall and he could clearly see the difference. While Horst had spent only a handful of decades doing this, Rhunön had spent hundreds of years learning from the first dwarves herself.

"Well, what is it you want?" Rhunön's rough voice cut through the silence and Eragon grinned.

"Nothing, Rhunön-elda. I simply wish to watch you work."

She eyed him up and down, as if sizing him for a weapon and he had to admit she probably was. Eragon had already received one of her works, one of her best if anything she said was to go by, although she wasn't aware of that. Eragon stared at her earnestly while Rhunön sized him up.

"If you wish to stay, then make yourself useful. I have a surplus of armor and tools that I've been requested to make." With that she turned around and continued her work.

Eragon sniffed slightly, miffed but otherwise amused. He stood up and drew back to his memories of the night he had worked the forge to build Brisingr. He frowned slightly realizing this might be more difficult without the elf in his mind but otherwise he quickly stripped himself of his tunic, already feeling the heat. He walked over to the forge itself and grabbed a shovel, tossing coals into it. For the next five hours Eragon worked tirelessly to help Rhunön with her craft, doing his best to not get in her way too much. She didn't speak much and Eragon decided that he liked that. He could put his body to work, even if it cried in protest due to the wounds he received, while still being able to get lost in his thoughts. More often than not he was remembering his memories of the future, convincing himself of who he was.

"Boy." Rhunön's voice cut through the air.

Eragon turned to look at her, curiosity brimming in his eyes. "Yes Rhunön-elda?"

"Join me for lunch." With that she had stalked to a door in the corner which Eragon can only assume lead upstairs. Quickly following after her he was careful not to mess with anything hoping not to disturb the way the elf lived.

Eragon watched her quickly move around the kitchen, grabbing all sorts of fruits and bread. She even seemed to grab a couple berry cakes. Eragon slowly sat down on the only other chair at the table. Rhunön set the plate in front of him and took the other seat to his left. She ate in silence, not caring to start a conversation with him. He still found himself enjoying her presence.

"You are different, boy."

Eragon raised an eyebrow at her, "How so Rhunön-elda?"

She fell silent again as she stared at the wall, her face gave no indication of her truth thoughts and so he waited for her to respond. "I must admit, you remind me of our race when we were younger, more carefree. When I, myself, would run around like nothing was amiss in the world. However elves are not like that anymore so rather you remind me of a human boy. A young one. Curious and full of life, brimming with unanswered questions but at the same time you are a cold presence. There is a dark side to you and not only that, you reek of ancient magic."

"You are different from what the simple eye can perceive. On top of that you know the layout of my forge without seemingly ever stepping foot in it. You are curious, boy and I care not for figuring you out. I shall let you remain a mystery but I expect you to be at my forge tomorrow morning."

Eragon gulped as he realized that Rhunön had figured him out, and seemed to see right through him. He shouldn't have been surprised though, he often forgot how old she truly was. "I will attempt to be here in the mornings, I have other duties that might cause me to be late."

She waved his concern off with a dismissal nod and he was quick to stand up sensing that their conversation was done. Right as he was about to leave she called for him.

"Boy?"

Eragon sat there for a second waiting for her to continue, "Tell me your name."

"My name is Eragon, Rhunön-elda."

"Be here early Eragon, I do not like to wait."

A smile graced his face but he continued his path out of the forge and started his way back to the Crags of Tel'Naeir.


The last thing Arya remembered was the bright light that had overcome her and then nothing. Now she stared up at the ceiling, her body seemed incredibly heavy. The room was fairly warm and she could smell the forest through the open window. Where was she? She frowned as she sat upwards, pain shooting through her head. She grasped at her temple just as the door opened. Glancing upwards she felt her heart still, no doubt in her mind that she was now in the void. Staring back at her was Faolin. His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his green eyes seemed carefree and happy.

"You seem troubled, Arya? Are you alright?" His voice was filled with concern as he took a step further into the room she laid in.

Arya could not bring herself to move as he shut the door and came to sit at the end of her bed. He had a heavy set frown on his face but all Arya could think of was Eragon's blood spattered mouth, a slight smile on his face as both Eragon and Saphira encouraged her to run, to leave. Arya hunched over on herself as shame filled her gut, she had failed everyone. She had let Eragon take the blade for her.

"Arya, Speak with me please. We can postpone the Egg Touching Ceremony if you are ill?"

Arya tensed at this, the ceremony? Why would they need that here? "Faolin, where are we?"

Faolin seemed to grow even more worried and placed a hand on her shoulder, "We are in Sílthrim. We've just arrived last night, after the ceremony we are meant to head to Ellesmera to show the egg again. Arya, are you sure you are alright?"

Arya suddenly sprang out of bed as she quickly glanced around the room looking for the bag that held the blue egg. Spotting it on the dresser next to her bed she quickly pulled it out and stared in shock. Her back was turned to Faolin so he didn't see her face but she quickly morphed it into one of indifference.

"Leave my room please, Faolin. I wish to get dressed." Arya had sat Saphira's egg down gently and made to start changing out of her night dress. "And Faolin?"

The elf that was almost out of the room turned to her, curiousity once again brimming in his eyes. "Get Glenwig and make haste with our steeds for we must leave immediately. There is a concern I must discuss with Oromis and The Queen."

Faolin nodded his head in understanding and quickly dipped out of the room. As Arya got dressed her mind was racing, She realized she didn't know the exact date for she had been to Sílthrim many of times but she could only seem to guess that it was not close to Eragon's time to become a rider because Faolin had entered her quarters with our permission and sat upon her bed, a bold statement that testified their status as not yet mates but still interested. Arya frowned as a churning in her gut and Eragon's face flashed in her mind. Pushing those feelings out of the way, she turned to face the egg.

"Hello Saphira" Arya whispered gently to the egg and shockingly the egg actually shifted.

Slowly reaching out her mind she brushed the dragon's. Recognition immediately lit up Saphira's mind and a multitude of emotions suddenly assaulted Arya. She could feel Saphira's worry, loneliness, happiness at seeing Arya and confusion as to where she was. Arya responded by showing her an image of the blue egg in her hand and then pressed the image of Faolin entering her room. Saphira's mind seemed to mull on the two images shown before irritation filled her mind at the fact she could not speak. Arya was suddenly assaulted with the face of Eragon and a sense of deep longing.

"You two aren't bonded yet…" Arya whispered, realizing what the longing meant.

Arya quickly showed an image of horses, Ellesmera and finally Oromis and Glaedr. She stressed this image with the word travel. While Saphira seemed to mostly remember things and be able to communicate inside the egg she was still a hatchling and she would not be good with patience. Again Arya was bombarded with an image of Eragon so she responded in kind, showing the dragon an image of the pair taking off. The pure elation on Eragon's face was enough it seemed to mull her over and she lingered on the image.

Arya was quick to get up to start downstairs after grabbing her things and that's how she found herself rapidly approaching Ellesmera. Saphira was still tangled in her mind, seeking the comfort that Arya brought. She had pushed the elven horses to their limits and deep down she felt bad but she had to reach Oromis. Her companions, Faolin and Glenwig, had tried to gather answers from her but she had ignored their attempts, oftentimes changing the subject so they focused on something else. Their horses thundered down the path to the Crags of Tel'naeir, only minutes away from the hut. Arya could feel Saphira watching the world around her from her eyes. The constant connection with Saphira's mind seemed to build a connection between the two females as understanding seemed to pass through them. They both mourned the loss of Eragon and had quickly come to realize that they had been sent back in time by 50 years, meaning they had a long time before they saw Eragon again. Or so they thought.

Arya was struck by the realization that Brom was sitting with Oromis, seemingly drinking tea. He looked angry but resigned to his predicament, whatever it may be. Quickly thanking and releasing the horse with a quick 'Ganga' she made quick work of the distance between her and the other men. Faolin and Glenwig were following her rapid pace and worry in their features.

"Oromis-elda, Brom-elda I beg your pardon for the intrusion. Arya Svit-Kona was very determined that we reach you." Faolin said.

Oromis was eyeing her with a seemingly knowing glint in his eyes while Brom just continued to glare at the table. He had clearly just been scolded by the elf, what for she was uncertain. It was weird to see him so young which only furthered her dread as she realized how far back she was in the past. Arya still did not seem to understand how it happened but she knew it was true for when nobody was looking she had nicked herself with the knife she carried in her boots and watched the blood drip for a minute before healing it. If she was dead then she would feel nothing.

"I apologize for my impudence, Ebrithril but I have a matter of great importance to speak with you about."

Oromis stayed silent and continued to stare at her. He was clearly deep in thought so instead of continuing Arya remained silent.

Glaedr seemed to care not for his riders hesitance and instead addressed the three elves directly, "It seems that you reek of the same magic."

Arya was suddenly seeing an image of Eragon and Oromis practicing the Rimgar before he had his transformation, Glaedr and Saphira watching the two men doing their set of stretches as well. She felt the shock of all the beings now connected to her mind and therefore Saphira's due to Glaedr addressing them all.

'Who are you?' Glaedr rumbled out seemingly trying to locate Saphira.

An image of a blue dragon seemed to take over them all as the memory of Saphira introducing herself to someone appeared. In the deep but warm tone Arya knew of Saphira she heard her introduce herself. Arya was amused at the fact that she had used a memory to introduce herself.

Faolin and Glenwig stood in shock, their eyes wide as they realized the egg was fully conscious and communicating with them.

"Has she been able to communicate this way the whole time?"

'No elfling, she should not be able to communicate this way. Her mind is older than her body, she is filled with memories she has yet to live just as her rider is.' Glaedr rumbled out.

"Eragon? You have seen Eragon?"

For the first time Oromis spoke up, "You mean the boy that appeared out of nowhere in a blinding flash, bleeding to death and claiming to be from the year 8002? Then yes, I've had the pleasure of meeting him."

Arya and Saphira were suddenly filled with hope before it was replaced with dread as they realized what had been said. Saphira latched on to Oromis and seemed to press into him her feelings of worry. Arya herself was filled with worry as she looked at Oromis who seemed to be gauging their reactions. "You two are hysterical, just as Eragon was when he first woke. I can not help but wonder what exactly has happened to you three before while you were in the confines of Galbatorix's palace. Eragon is safe, Saphira you need not worry. We have sent him to spend the day in Ellesmera but he should return soon."

At this very moment a crack resounded through the clearing as Eragon stumbled over a tree root and fell to the ground. She heard the human curses escape his lips and she couldn't help the smile that graced her own lips at the sight of his anger. Eragon stood up, now cursing in dwarvish before realizing there was more than just him here.

"My, you most certainly are my son." Brom said, a grin overtaking his own face for the first time in awhile.

Oromis shook his head, distaste clear in his face. "Do not encourage him to curse more, Brom. We do not need another you on our hands."

Arya snorted, "I fear we are too late for that, Oromis-elda for there has never been a more reckless and impulsive rider than the one Eragon Shadeslayer."

Eragon's eyes widened as his head snapped to stare at her. Arya's heart picked up as she was locked in a staring contest with her closest friend. He seemed to be at a loss of words for his mouth moved but no sound left him. He was covered in soot, his trousers dirty but his shirt seemingly remarkably clean. Arya can only assume what he was doing for she had seen him look like this once before and that was when he was forging Brisingr. Saphira suddenly seemed to explode in eagerness and encouraged Arya to hand over her egg which was already starting to crack.

Arya smiled as she reached out with the egg, "I believe that this is yours, is it not?"

Eragon made quick steps to her, his eyes locked with the shaking egg. His hand brushed Arya's and shock went through her arm but he instead simply stared intently at the egg. Setting it on the ground and sitting back on his knees he watched as suddenly Saphira rammed her head out of the blue shell. Making quick work of it she didn't hesitate to stumble towards her rider, seeking that bond once more. Eragon held out his right hand and she rubbed her small head against it. Eragon suddenly gasped in pain and closed his eyes, his whole body tensing. After a brief amount of time he was able to shake off the feeling and hug the small dragon to his chest.

Arya's heart constricted as he whimpered, "Saphira, oh my partner in heart and soul how I have missed your presence. I worried that we would be seperated for a long period of time and I'd lose my mind in the silence of your absence."

Arya stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, "We have followed you to the ends of the world once, Eragon. Saphira and I shall do it again." Sparing him a small smile hoping to comfort him.

He returned the smile before standing up and glancing at the new occupants before turning to look at her once again. "I think we need to talk."