Author's Note: Alrighty then, thanks to city pigeon, Blackhawk 12340, almostinsane, and argetlam fanficker for the reviews. Argetlam fanficker, I looked for your story but could not find it to read it.

Okay this is gonna be much longer. To clear things up, the dragon is hers. It came from the collection the Dragon Riders had. They go around everywhere in Alagaësia to see if the dragon eggs will hatch for anyone. Yeah I know it took ages for Eragon's to hatch, but if it takes that long, how will anyone know who the dragon goes to?

One more little note: Yeah. The name of the dragon is Reibris. It's pronounced RAY-BRIZ. It literally means Icy Flame in the Ancient Language. Chris Poalini gives us the word for fire. Brisingr. I just took part of that, and added it with my own word for ice, Rei. If CP makes the word ice in Eldesti, I'll change it.

The last note: I think I forgot this in the first chappie. I don't own Eragon. Not at all. If I did, I would be using a better computer and the Eldest would've been published by now.

Kaireena sighed as she looked at her dragon. In one short week, it had been the source of immense grief. It had grown rapidly for starters. It was now the size of a calf, and it's wings were proving to be a hindrance. It ate more meat than the entire royal family of Surda. As she sat on the small stool in the dragon hold, she couldn't help but admire it. It had already developed a long wingspan, and it's scales gleamed like pale fire, the very color of snow. She had known from the moment it hatched that it was male. It was just something she could do. The Riders that lived in Surda had supplied with books full of ancient text and translations, and told her to choose a name.

"What do you think of Ohen?" Kaireena asked. The dragon snorted and shook his head.

"Well there's nothing left!" she cried, throwing the book on the floor in exasperation.

Ohen was the name of a green dragon. I am white.

Kaireena jumped at the authoritive voice in her head. It was hard getting used to the dragon speaking in her mind. It had brought about a lot of changes. The new mental prowess was disconcerting. She had an advanced memory and just seemed genuinely smarter and more attentive. Then there was her hand. She'd reached out to touch the it with her left had, and instantly, there had been an icy hot wave which had coursed through her veins. They called that the gedwëy ignasia.

She picked up the texts again, searching for any names that had to do with white. She glanced up at the dragon and was struck by a sudden inspiration. Flipping rapidly through the pages, she found whats he was looking for.

"How do you like Reibris?" she voiced out loud.

It will do. Came the reply. Grunting in satisfaction, she gathered up the pages which had fell loose when she'd thrown the book, and made her way to the library.

TWO WEEKS LATER

It seemed the entire city of Aberon had come. There were thousands standing behind Kaireena as she stood and waited for the Dragon Riders. They were all glad to see her begin her quest, to embark on the great destiny which had been assured that day in Tronjheim.

Kaireena herself was nervous. Nervous about seeing Kireor, nervous about her training. Reibris was bigger than a horse now. He was a stark white and powerful. Instead of being fed meat by Kaireena, he'd taken to hunting. His wings had developed nicely and Kaireena (after following a set of complex steps to make a sadle for him) had taken to riding him.

"They're here!" Someone cried, pointing to the sky. There was a sudden gust of intense wind, and a unit of about tweny dragons gently landed to immesne cheers. They must have been used to it, because they seemed quite unabashed.

"Are you ready?" he asked. He was very tall, with a sweeping cape resting over a set of arrows, and a long sword at his side. He seemed to hold a natural authority over the rest of his Riders, even the ones that were elves.

"Yeah I. . . I am. Are we flying to Ellesméra then?" she asked as she adjusted the saddle on Reibris and swung a leg over him, to great cheers from the people of Surda. The Rider looked puzzled.

"Why would we go there? Your training starts at Dorú Areaba, the capital of the Dragon Riders."

Kaireena flushed momentarily, but she was glad there was no possible way to run into Kireor or his betrothed.

"Are we leaving now, or are you going to stay the night?" Kaireena asked, becoming suddenly aware that everyone in the vicinity was staring at her.

"Is there really a point in staying?" the Rider responded drily. "I see you've got a saddle. That just makes it easier. I suggest you get on now."

She looked back at Kentor, the king of Surda and embraced him tightly, then proceeded to the rest of the royal family. "Thank you for your hospitality for all these years." She wiped away fresh tears with the back of her hand, and swung the three giant satchels she'd limited her possesions to.

'All right Reibris. Let's fly.' The dragon kicked off and propelled into the air, along with the others. Reibris struggled to find a pace with the rest of the dragons, all of which were much older than he. Kaireena's luggage didn't make it any easier.

Féron wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and continued what he was doing doing. He stuffed a folded, grey cloak, and some provisions into a pack. Then he rose, adjusted the sword on his belt, and covered himself with his cloak. He brushed a lock of hair from his face, took one more look at his home and the mound he built for all of his fellow villagers, before hitching up his pack and walking away, shutting his eyes to halt the flow of tears. The Urgals had arrived so suddenly. He had been out at the river collecting water, and he'd returned to a totally devastated Kuasta. There was a troop of horned monsters retreating. It seemed they had pilaged the entire city. As he had wallked through the ravished streets, three of the monsters had attacked him. Without any prior knowledge of the words, he'd cried, "Böetq istalri!" Flame had sprouted from nowhere, and it consumed the monsters just as it consumed his own strength. Left week and powerless, he'd gathered what he could from his house, and started walking.

The Dragon Riders landed. Instantly, Kaireena could tell something was wrong. The city looked deserted. As she suddely caught sight of a man, obviously dead, she screamed and leapt back. Though they were better disciplined that Kaireena, the Riders looked afraid and worried. The leader (who's name Kaireena had discovered was Neroin) knelt by the man, and examined him. Almost grudgingly, he pulled a short, crude knife out of the man's forehead.

"An Urgal blade." He said with disgust, and cast it to the ground with resentment.

"An Urgal?" Kaireena whispered. Back in Surda, children had teased each other with stories of horned demons who strcuk at night. They had called them Urgals.

"They're not real, are they?"

Another Rider, this one an elf, glanced at her. "They are as real as you or I, though they have not been seen in this land since the time of Eragon."

"Come on, we need to look into this further." Neroin drew his sword, and beckoned forward. He glanced momentarily at Kaireena. "And someone keep an eye on her."

They had not gone far into the city when they came upon a boy. He looked like all the rest, but his chest rose and fell as if he were alive. A Rider knelt by his side, and examined him. "Oddly enough, he's got the symptoms of someone who has used a lot of magic in a short space of time. That may be why he's unconscious."

"Check his hand." Neroin ordered. "Any trace of a gedwëy ignasia?"

"Not at all. This one definetley isn't a Shur'tugal." the Rider responded.

"And yet he's used magic. Do you think he could be a Shade or a sorcerer?"

"No. He has remained free of contact to any spirits. You can always tell by the eys, and his are clear white."

Everyone clamored around to get a look at the boy. Golden brown fell over his eyes, which were a sea-grey color. Suddenly he leapt up, brandishing a suprisingly noble looking sword. Without hesitating he yelled, "Böetq istalri!"

Almost as quickly, Neroin had shouted, "Brisingr eitha." Fire leave. And it did so, vanishing instantly in a flash of light. Neroin grabbed the boy by his wrist. "Who are you? How is it that you survived an Urgal horde and you can use magic?"

Taking a deep breath, the boy straightened himself. "I am Féron. I lived here, and I had just gone to the river for water. When I got back. . . they were leaving. Monsters as tall as men with horns and grey skin. . .The city was--destroyed." He spoke in spluttering gasps, and looked almost as if he was mad.

"How is it that you can use magic?"

"I-I don't know. There were two. . . no three monsters left. They were about to attack me, and I said-- what I said just now, and fire came and. . ."

"Enough. Get on the back of this dragon, we're taking you with us."

Authors Note: Sorry for that monster long gap in updates. I'm sorry, but finals are a bi. . . a big pain in the neck. Lol. I promise the next post will have a juicy two chapters.