A/n: I ish back with Chapter 2! Okies, I forgot to put Disclaimer on the other one. So let me just say it here for the rest of my story.

Disclaimer: I dun own Eragon or anyone else but Ani and my OC. Although...I wish I did. (Huggles Eragon and Murtagh) X3. They all belong respectfully to Christopher Paolini.

Finish of my A/N: I would really appreciate reviews. 0.0 Obviously. But I dun mind. Just as long as I know ppl are reading it and enjoying my stories nonetheless. Ok, well yea. We left off last chapter with some strange chick coming and has a strange friend called Ani who demands to know who Eragon is and why he has Morzan's sword. 0.0 Gasp! What shall happen! 0.0

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Eragon was honestly caught in surprise, he looked over to Zar'roc that now layed on the ground, wishing he had it back in his grasp. "It was given to me, I really don't mean any harm. Honestly." He told her, not wanting to go into detail, her grip on her sword and force she has on it was quite tremendous. "Oh really? Then why did you almost attack my Ani? And why did you have it unsheathed, huh?" She told him, the tone in her voice stayed the same.

"Attack that thing? That thing attacked me first! It nearly killed me!" Eragon yelled out, taking a step back. The girl looked insulted. "Ani would never do such a thing! Right Ani?" Her voice moved up a note as she turned around to face Ani. Her voice softened when she turned back to face the wolf like creature. Ani gave somewhat of a snort in return and what seemed to be a nod. If anything, Ani's lips curled up into a smile. The young girl, pleased, turned back to Eragon pushing her sword back to his neck, with equal force as she had last time. Eragon looked over to Ani, as Ani replaced what seemed to be a smile with a sort of growl. Clearly, she disliked Eragon.

"Yea..sure..." Eragon rolled his eyes slightly. "Back to my question, don't avoid it boy." The girl demanded feircly. "Eragon." Was all he said. He couldn't trust her yet with the rest of the details. "It was given to me, is all. And I mean no harm. Choose to beleive what you want to. Now, who are you?" He retaliated the question back at her.

The young girl hesitated before giving her identity, but decided to be fair. Pulling back a few strands of her long brown silky hair away from her face with her free hand. "Nadia." She stated simply. Nadia was a short young girl, around the age of fifteen. She had long brown hair that cascaded to her waist, with peircing sapphire eyes. Her built was petite, yet well developed for her age. Her skin complexion was a tan color, in which seemed to be natural. She wore a small dress, similar to the one Arya had worn, but less luxurious. The bottom had been cut off with a sword, seeing the rigid edges of thread hanging from the bottom. The sleeves had also been cut off. On her upper right arm, a section was covered in bandages. "And that is Ani. She doesn't take to strangers too well." She added afterwards.

Obviously... Eragon thought to himself as he looked back towards Ani, he heard her growling once more. But he noticed the growls weren't aimed at him. But something from behind them, Ani's back legs tensed up, her teeth protruded from under her lips, moving to a snarl. Eragon was rather confused at this and watched Ani intently. After a second or two, a rather loud growl was heard from behind them, a growl that sent a chill down Eragon's spine. Saphira!

"I have no time for this!" Eragon pulled away from her and ran to Zar'roc and pulled it between his grasp again. He ran as quickly as he could towards from where the noise had come from. Quickly behind him followed Ani. "Ani!" Nadia yelled after her, following behind.

Eragon! Saphira yelled out in pain.

He soon arrived to the clearing which was filled with many figures which all seemed too familiar. His grip tightened on Zar'roc. Right behind him, Nadia came panting slightly as her eyes widened. "Urgals!" She exclaimed in shock. Eragon paid no attention and charged out at them seeing Saphira was in pain. Her wing had a deep gash in it from a mace that one of the Urgals had.

Without thinking, he sliced through two of what seemed to be twenty of them. The force he pulled onto Zar'roc was immense. Blood had been splattered onto his face and clothes from the thrust he had used to kill the two of them. Hearing another growl from Saphira, he turned to face her, seeing her grab one of them inbetween her sharp teeth as she flung half of the Urgals body feet away from them.

But since Eragon's attention was distracted, two Urgals came from behind him, one of them carried the same blood filled mace that had cut through Saphira's wing. That Urgal swung down at him leaving a gash in his right arm, fresh new blood protruded down from his arm. He winced in pain as he tried to ignore it to attack but as soon as he lifted his left arm the Urgal was tackled down into the marshy ground and ripped and shredded into peices by Ani. The other Urgal was decapitated by Nadia in a swift movement with her slender yet extremely sharp rapier.

Seeing this chance, as they were outnumbered, he searched through the depths of his mind, unlocking the magic he felt. His hand shone a dark blue, his eyes seemed empty. "Brisengr!" He yelled out, as the familiar blue fire shot out from his hand, killing the rest of the Urgals as they shreiked in pain and fell onto the ground dead. Releived, he let out a sigh, as his breath grew heavier, he turned to Saphira. Are you ok? He asked.

No, my wings are terribly wounded, the gashes are deep and blood continually pours out. Saphira said, licking the wounds slightly. Eragon walked up to her, his hand shone once more as he muttered the ancient language, healing her wounds. It took a great deal of energy to do so as all her wounds closed up and healed. Eragon collapsed at her side, he didn't have much energy to heal his own. He put his hand over the wound as pain emitted from it, hoping to stop somewhat of the blood that came from it, but it was just too big and deep. He began to grow feint as his vision began to blur.

A shadow covered his light as words entered his ears. It was of the ancient language, and Nadia was standing over him, her arm ontop of his wound, which was there no more. She had healed it. After that, she pulled back as if to leave. "Wait! You know of the ancient language? And can heal?" Eragon was clearly shocked. "That is none of your bussiness, Argetlam." Nadia's voice seemed different, as if her words were filled with distaste and hatred. Eragon was all the more confused.

Who is she? Saphira asked watching her with the same confusion. I don't really know...All I know is her name. Nadia. Eragon lifted himself up to face her, seeing the bandages on her right arm was torn off to reveal a nasty looking scar. Five of them. As if it were a hand of a monster scraping at her. It seemed to have reopened as blood slowly dripped down her arm. Feeling a bit recovered he offered his help to her wound. "Here let me help you..." He said moving closer to her arm.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She yelled out, taking a step backwards. Ani growled at Eragon, showing him her feirce teeth. Saphira watched all of this and growled back at Ani, hoping to intimidate Ani, but she didn't move and continued to growl. Eragon was now more confused than before but acquiesced to her request. "How were you able to heal me?" He really wanted to know, he couldn't help her, but wanted to know what she was.

Nadia avoided the question. "So your that new Dragon Rider everyone's talking about? That Shadeslayer, eh? Well congratulations. Varden is grateful you came." Sarcasm dripped from her every word. Hatred protruded from her aura. She turned to leave once more, sheathing her blood stained sword. "...your from Varden?" He asked her before she left.

"Yes." She stated simply. "Then why are you out here?" Confusion lurked in the air. "I'm on my way to Ura'baen...to steal a dragon egg." She stated, her voice stern. "Why are you going to Ura'baen! It's nigh impossible to steal an egg!" Eragon yelled out in shock. "You don't understand! I need to!" She yelled out once more. It seems as if she doesn't get along with Dragon Riders... Saphira said entering his mind, she had felt the pulse of anger towards dragon riders coming from her.

"Why?" Eragon asked but was cut off by an Urgals horn. Quickly he jumped up onto Snowfire, handing her a hand to get on. Ani growled at him. Nadia stared at his hand blankly. "Get on! There are Urgals out there!" He yelled at her. "No!" She yelled out. The horn seemed to get closer and closer to them. Seeing that, she grunted and gave in, jumping onto Saphira.

Are you trusting her? Saphira asked him.

No, I still don't trust her...but I'm not prepared to leave another life in danger. Fly above us, warn me if anything... "You better start moving! They are right behind us!" Nadia yelled out looking behind her. "Ani! Stay safe!" Eragon looked back and muttered curses under his breath as he pressed at Snowfire's side rather hard as she raced off.

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A/n: I FINISHED CH. 2! I hope its much better! I hope you all like it! You better! 0.0I hope I get more reviews. They help my self esteem you know. lol X3. Who is this mysterious girl? Isn't Ani just the coolest? 0.0 And where the hell is Murtagh? Hehe, trust me, Murtagh plays a great great role in this fanfic. Trust me. Anyways, Read, Review, And Enjoy! Merci! LUV YAZ! Medy