Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable character from Eragon, duh. But if you don't recognize ne1, they are mine, allllllllll mine, just for Maura((my name))! I guess if ur reading this u no who they belong to, but incase u don't: they belong to Mr. Paolini.

ENJOY THE FRICKIN' RE-WRITTEN STORY!needs anger management...the stupid star asterics wont work...so italics mean tht, k...well, not in the story...just for my authors note's!

Sira heard a loud knocking, and was tired of them always making noise. She just wanted to see her father! But no, they always make the noises that scare him and her brother away! Why do they do this? Sira moaned and rolled over, having a dream that wasn't all that pleasurable. She awoke with the realization that it was someone knocking on her door, making all the racket. She snapped up out of her bed and opened the door. Galbatorix's servant Nia was standing in the doorway, looking very impatient.

"Ms.Sira, Lord Galbatorix wishes to see you." Sira sighed. She was lonely in Galbatorix's castle; he was her guardian ever since her father died. Sira knew very little about her real family, except that she has, or had a brother, and had a father. Sira wished for many things, but most of all she wished for a companion, someone she could talk to that would talk back, unlike the dog, Gilden. No one knew of her loneliness, she kept it hidden behind the pools of blue that were her eyes. At night Sira prayed to whatever god may be listening, she asked for forgiveness from her selfish thinking. Some nights she questioned why she was born, and if she should have been born at all.

Sira was a girl of 17 with long, curly coffee colored hair. She had large blue eyes flecked with gray that were framed by long, thick lashes. Her face was proportioned in a way that it made her look exotic, but beautiful. Sira was about 5'3, with a very elegant body. The oddest parts about her were her ears. If she covered them with her hair, she looked fairly normal, but when people caught sight of them, they mistook her for an elf. Sira suspected this was one of the reasons Galbatorix kept her, he thought her to be an elf, how wrong he was. The other reason would be on her fathers wishes, she knew not of what connection the two had, only that her father must have had a powerful relationship with Galbatorix to influence his will. The only memorabilia of her family that she had was the pendant shaped like an hourglass with a silver thread entwined around it, that her father gave her; Sira reached up to her neck and fondly felt the necklace. She sighed, and realized she had been standing with the door open for many minutes.

Shutting the door, Sira changed out of her nightclothes and put on a very beautiful green dress. She walked over to her mirror and brushed her shiny, brown curls. Regretting her life and hoping it would take a turn for the better, or it would end, she walked the long corridor leading to Galbaorix's room. In his room was man that looked to still be in his 40s although Sira clearly knew he was well over 50. He had long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail, and dark brown eyes, almost to the point that they were black. He was wearing a black tunic with matching black pants, and a long burgundy robe.

"Ah! My young Sira, you are looking lovely this morning."

"Thank you my lord." Galbatorix chuckled at the teenager's response.

"For seventeen years you have lived with me, and still you do not call me Uncle." He shook his head and continued to laugh. Sira liked Galbatorix very much, and was extremely loyal to him, but she could not help but wish she had her real father with her. Sira forced a smile and politely asked, "What is it you needed…uncle?" She said the last word as an after-thought, but it sounded natural enough.

"Well, I have talked to my council and we have decided that you are finally old enough to have your father's last possession." And with that, Galbatorix handed her a black ovular-shaped gem that was streaked with silver lines. Black…just like everything else in my world. Sira repressed a sigh and her frustration with Galbatorix, she was old enough for a round shiny ball, did he think she was still a child?

"May I inquire as to what this is?" She asked, still keeping a polite tone, even though she didn't care, she just wanted to know the truth about her family."You will find out soon enough." He told her. "I'd advise you to get some breakfast." Sira turned and began to walk away, but her mind was too strongly requesting that she ask about her family for her to walk away, and leave this opportunity behind. Galbatorix barley had any time for her anymore, it was a time when she needed a father figure most, but all she had were books and a dog. Not that I don't like Gilden. She thought to herself. When she was younger Galbatorix seemed so carefree and he had time to spend with her, sometimes they would ride horses together, or practice sparring or magic, but now all he cared about was his domain. Sira cursed herself for being so selfish, o course, he had to care about his domain. Without it, him and Sira might not even be together. She cursed herself again.

"Um… I was wondering…" She hesitated.

"Yes?" Galbatorix asked, driving her on.

"Could you…I mean…well, could you tell me who my family is?" She asked, and then held her breath, waiting for…she didn't know what she was expecting.

"Of course." Galbatorix said with a smile, much to Sira's relief. "But you must understand one thing, what I am about to tell you must not reach the ears of anyone besides yourself and me." Sira nodded eagerly.

"Your father was my right-hand man. We were as thick as thieves; we had many plans concerning the future. As you know, your father passed away. During the time, a war was waging between the Dragon Riders and myself. They were traitors, helping the Varden, and killing many innocent people. Your father was helping me to convince the dragon riders to join my service and stop slaying innocents. He was holding conference with a dragon rider named Brom. Brom was a cruel demon that most likely was not right in the mind. He killed your father, then ran away like the coward he was."

"Uncle, could you tell me my father's name?" Sira asked innocently, getting on Galbatorix's good side by calling him uncle.

"Of course, your father's name was Morzan. Now, as I was saying, Brom ran away and stole a possession very dear to your father. He fled to the North and hid near the spine for many years. On his travels, Morzan came across a baby hidden in the trees of Du Weldenvarden." Sira remembered the old map she found in the library, tucked amongst many dusty scrolls. Du Weldenvarden was the elven forest

"He brought the baby to me, and asked me to take care of it whilst he went to seek peace. I took the baby in, and he told me he wanted her name to be Sira."

Then it hit Sira, she wasn't her father's real daughter!

"I'm not-I mean-my father? But you always me I looked exactly like my brother! How is that possible?"

"I'm not even sure myself. When you were still a babe, your brother left to go seek Brom. On his travels, he met Eragon," Sira remembered back in her readings, Eragon was the name of the first dragon rider, but that's impossible.

"That's impossible, he can't still be alive." She said, narrating her thoughts.

" Not Eragon, the first ever Dragon Rider, Eragon, the first Dragon Rider in over a century. Traveling with Eragon was Brom. Your brother did not know this at the time, and upon Brom's death, him and Eragon became friends. I've lost track of your brother and Eragon since, but news has just recently reached my ears. Eragon learned who your brother was, and by the Varden's persuasion, fought him, and killed your kin." Galbatorix finished, his head bowed. Sira's eyes flashed.

"And, what was my brother's name?" She asked Galbatorix.

"Murtagh. And I'm afraid that is all the time I have, I must be going."

"Wait, before you leave, Uncle, where was Eragon last seen?"

Galbatorix turned swiftly on his heel and faced Sira, "In the Beor mountains, why?"

"May I send a scout looking for him?"

"If you wish. You will come to no avail; he is a demon and a master or disguise. It would be impossible to find him."

Sira nodded, and idea already forming in her head. She looked down at the black

ball and dismissed it as useless. She took it to the treasure room, where she had seen it many times before. Leaving it there somehow didn't seem right, but there wasn't anything she could do about that, it wasn't really hers after all, because he wasn't really her father. My life just got worse. Oh well at least I will soon be free of these restrictive walls.

Later that night

Sira packed her bag, and on her bed she left a note that read:

To who ever may find this, please give it to my loving uncle and lord, Galbatorix.

I'm sorry I had to leave you like this, all of the sudden, but I felt a need to go and hunt down this "Eragon". He may know more than you do of my past, and might be able to tell me something. If he knows nothing, or if he knows something, I will still get my revenge. He will not be excused from killing my only family that was left, and housing and befriending a criminal such as Brom, when he was fully aware of what he did. It is also inexcusable to be connected with the Varden. That is why I take my leave. I am almost an adult, do not worry about me, I'll be fine. Once the deed is done, I shall come back to you, and maybe we can be close like we used to be. Do not worry, I wont tell anyone of anything I have learned whilst staying in your keep. I thank you for all you have done,

Love with all my heart,

Sira

Silently she ran down to the kitchens. She grabbed two loafs of bread, dried meat, and two water skins. Shoving them into oilskins, to protect them from rain and water, she ran ((still silent)) to the servants' quarters. Before reaching them, she passed the treasure room. Deciding against her common sense, she picked the lock and went inside. She walked over to the coin chest, and filled her pouch with them, all the way to the top. Walking out, she noticed the huge gem that Galbatorix wanted her to have. She sighed and put the surprisingly light thing in her bag, being careful not to squish any food. Sira ran out the door, not even bothering to lock it again, and into the servants' quarters.

Sira picked tonight to leave because she knew the servants' area would be clear, tonight was the Lights Festival in town, and the guard who was stationed at the back gate was a silly boy of 18 with sandy blond hair and green eyes, he also happened to be very fond of Sira. Sira shook her head and continued to walk out the door.

"Riol…oh Riol." She called in a barley audible voice.

"Stop, who goes there?" He asked, and then realized it was Sira, so he put down his weapon. "Oh, lady Sira, how may I help you?"

"Well, I…" She pretended to be embarrassed and not sure of herself, and a little bit ditzy, "I was wondering if you would accompany me to the Festival of Lights?"

"That would be nice, but I have duty." Sira was expecting this.

"Oh, but who would want to sneak into our castle on this night? And besides, there's only one Festival of Lights a year, its very romantic I hear, please come?" She said, widening her eyes, and batting her eyelashes at him.

"Oh, alright, but you cant tell anyone."

"I wont." She said then smiled sweetly at him. Sira already had this planned out; she would use her training well. When one spends practically all her life under constant assassination attempts, they tend to learn how to use a sword and magic. Once outside, she would knock out Riol, take the gate keys, lock it back up, and be on her way. Riol unlocked the gate, and escorted her outside.

"My thanks to you, no one will hear a word about this, and I'm terribly sorry." She hit him on the right temple, then dragged him inside the gate, and proceeded to lock it.

Sira started off towards the small town. Once there, she wandered about the dank streets, and pulled her cloak closer. There weren't any people in her direct vicinity, which always made her feel insecure. She hurriedly walked past the abandoned houses, until she reached the shops. She continued on, but stopped when she caught sight of the horse master's lodging. She walked to his door, and was about to knock when she saw the note attached to the door handle.

At the festival of lights come back tomorrow for business

Sira sighed, she didn't have until tomorrow. She checked the dark, deserted street, then slipped behind his house. She quietly walked to the stables, and saw that there were no horses. Cursing under her breath, she turned to see a lone stable, with a stallion in it! She cautiously walked over and saw the price tag on the door, 100 crowns. This was not that bad of a price for a horse, but she decided to take a look at it, just to be sure. She made gentle noises under her breath, calling it to her. She steed finally came out, revealing its dark, glossy coat. It stuck its nose out tentatively and sniffed her hand. On it's head there was a chestnut snip. The horse accepted her, and allowed Sira to pet it before turning away to drink, she noticed he had a chestnut list. The horse was very beautiful, and Sira decided she wanted this one; of course, there were no others to choose from. She counted out 100 crowns then added and extra 100 more crowns when she realized she needed tack, of course it wouldn't be this expensive, but she felt as if she was inclined to leave extra money for him. She wrote a quick note explaining why the horse was missing, and which one she took (if it wasn't obvious already)

Dearest Horse Master,

I am on a long journey and needed to escape from the Palace tonight.

I have paid you 100 crowns for the black stallion with the chestnut snip and list, and another 100 for tack.

I thank you very much, may your home and family be blessed in the years to come.

Sira looked at her handy work, then headed towards the barn. Gathering a full saddle and a bridal, she found her way back to the lonely stable, and let herself in. She put the saddle and bridal on the horse, lifted herself on it, and put all her belongings in the saddle bag, which included an extra pair of clothes, her food, the black gem, her throwing knives, and finally a sword. The only problem was that the sword didn't fit into the saddlebag; she frowned at this, and held onto it for the time being. Walking back to the house, she slipped off the horse, and onto the Horse master's porch. Sira cautiously picked the lock on the door, a skill she learned from the servants, and left her note and the money on the kitchen table. She crept back outside, got back on her new horse. You need a name, she thought to herself. She placed her hand between the stallion's ears and whispered,

"I name you Murtagh, a great and valiant fighter." Sira felt a burning sensation in the back of her eyes, and knew she was going to start to cry, but not over her brother's death, over the fact that she would not be able to meet him and find out who he was. Hatred for Eragon began to bloom in her chest, swelling until she thought she would burst from it.

"I will find you and kill you, O mighty Dragon Rider Eragon." She spoke to no one. Sira continued down the worn-out path, until she saw a sign hanging from a door. It had a picture of a hammer and an anvil, exactly what she was looking for. Sira tied Murtagh to a tree and cautiously went to the door, and knocked. There was no answer and no sign that said where the owner could be, so she knocked again. Sira heard small footsteps padding towards the door, and a small boy with messy black hair and almond-shaped jade eyes came to the door. He had a long scar on the side of his face running from the right corner of his eye, down to his chin.

"Um hello there, is your ma of pa there?" She asked him with a cheery grin on her face.

"My mother and father are dead." Spoke the boy simply.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry-' She was cut off by his little voice.

"But the blacksmith is here, ill go get him." And with that the little boy ran off to get him. A burly man with large biceps came to the door, Sira guessed him to be in his mid-twenties.

"Yes, ma'am what can I do for you?" He asked.

Sira smiled at him and replied, "I need a scabbard for my sword." She held up the sword, but not threateningly so. The man nodded.

"I'll be right back." He disappeared and left Sira standing in the doorway being stared at by a little boy.

You will find Eragon, but you will not be able to kill him, young princess. Someone said. Sira looked around wildly, but the only one with her was the little boy, who was smiling at her innocently, she smiled back, a little uneasy.

Yes it was me who spoke. My name is Lilás, I'm no little boy, and I'm a werecat.

Sira gasped, a werecat! She thought those only existed in myths, a werecat, talking to her?

Oh, I'm honored! She told him. May I ask why you are telling me this?

The boy smiled and transformed into a cat-like animal with tufts of gray on the top of his ears, and he was a little bigger than a regular cat.

I though it be necessary to tell you. Besides, you hold great potential.

Sira gaped at the werecat until the blacksmith came back. Lilás turned his head around and blinked lazily at him.

"Oh! I see you've met Lilás, don't be fearful, he wont harm you." The man said.

"He talked to me." Sira said, her brow knitting when she realized how insane she sounded. Too late to take it back, she thought to herself.

"He did? Really? He's only talked to one other. I don't know why he chooses to stay in the form of that wretched boy-' at that Lilás let out a diminutive roar. The blacksmith chuckled and handed Sira her scabbard. It was a plain thing, just brown leather, but it would work.

"That'll be 50 crowns milady." The blacksmith said, Sira handed him the coins.

"Thank you very much, kind sir." She gave him a quizzical look, then walked away to where Murtagh was happily grazing. She sheathed her sword and untied the stallion. Sira nimbly leapt on his back, and trotted away from the strange town.

Many days Later

When she finally reached the Boer mountains, Sira was exhausted. Of course, many days travel can do that to you. She had been driving Murtagh non-stop ever since she let. Pondering over what the werecat meant by young princess. She surley wasn't one, she couldn't be, why would anyone leave a princess to the dangers of the Du Weldenvarden forest? She pondered this until her brain hurt. Sira looked down at the soft ground beneath her and wish so desperately she could lie on it, but she new she couldn't, she must keep going in order to find Eragon.

But what's the point? Lilás said that I wouldn't be able to kill him…what's the point of my miserable life? Why do I need to go on?

Sir's thoughts were interrupted when she noticed the long gouges in the Earth; they looked like, like dragon's talons! Sira urged Murtagh into a gallop, and followed the tracks. They son lead into the Mountains. Sira took a deep breath and steered the stallion into the deep, dark foliage. She heard sounds that were new to her ears all around her. Sira felt uncomfortable in this darkness but she pushed on.

Three days later

Sira reached the ends of the mountain range, or at least an opening out of it. She was joyful because she had covered many leagues in three days, and had just left that dark and dreary place. To add to her spirits, Sira just came across more dragon marks, and footprints along the Edda River. Sira let out a whoop and urged Murtagh into a gallop. He really was a good horse, it seemed he barley needed any rest, besides he could keep his pace up for many leagues. Sira was glad that she was almost upon Eragon. She could practically taste her vengeance.

Sira decided she deserved a break, and picked a nice little area that was particularly lush, behind a sharp bend in the river. Sira took Murtagh's saddle and bridle off the poor beast, and let him around the small paradise and graze. Sira looked at the sparkling water, it seemed to be calling her name. Sira finally couldn't resist. She climbed to the top of a lone tree, and jumped off into the cool, clear water. The water caressed her hot body, and Sira immediately felt more unperturbed than she had in many days. She giggled and splashed around, unaware of her silent watcher.

Eragon, Murtagh, and Arya had been traveling for many days now, she had the feeling that someone was following them, so she made him stop at the river, and wait around the bend for who ever it was to come. After a day of waiting, Arya had grown impatient, and wanted to leave, forget who was following them. Saphira wanted to scout the land, Murtagh wanted to hunt, and Eragon wanted to stat put. So, in the end, Saphira had taken Arya out for a ride, and Murtagh hunting, leaving Eragon alone. Eragon had been getting a drink when he heard splashes. Cautiously walking around the river bend, he saw a girl about 17 splashing and giggling in the water, like a child. He smiled in spite of himself, and began to walk forward, when the girl dunked herself under water. The girl had long, dark brown hair that curled even though it was dripping wet, and her eyes were pools of blue with gray mixed in. Her facial structure was something Eragon recognized, but wasn't sure from where. Eragon considered it wise to not move forward until her head was above water. When she finally did surface, she began to walk out of the river. Eragon blushed; her dress clung to her body as if she was wearing nothing, but when she wrung it out, it hung normally. He tried to look away, but found he couldn't, she was too mesmerizing. The girl walked over to a tree that was about 5 feet away from Eragon, and started to climb it. When she was at the top branch, she began edging out over the water, Eragon, snapping back from his trance called out, "Hello there!" The girl whipped around, but in the process, lost her footing and fell into the shallows of the river. Eragon walked over to the water's edge and expected her to resurface, but after a minute, when she didn't he realized that she had probably been knocked out, the water wasn't that deep. He hastily took his shirt off and jumped in after her. He groped the bottom for a minute until he felt something solid. Ducking under water, Eragon managed to pull her out of the water. As soon as she was above water, the girl gasped and started to cough up water. Her eyes fluttered open for a second, then shut as she fainted. From there on he carried her back to his camp and laid her down on the soft grass. The girl's hair had fallen over her face, and Eragon brushed it away, it was then he saw her ears, they were pointed! Was she an elf? Did he just knock out an elf? Eragon swore under his breath. The girl started to awake, she shifted and then sat up.

"What happened?" She asked to no one in particular, and was surprised when she got an answer.

"You fell." A masculine voice answered, Sira's eyes flew open, and she saw a young man kneeling in front of her. He had floppy brown hair, that was wet and hung in his magnificent brown eyes, was he a wandering elf? Sira noticed his shirt was wet in places, and though of her nice swim, what happened to it? Then she remembered everything, he had been spying on her while she was swimming!

"You! You were spying on me! How dare you!" She shouted.

" I was not! I saved you from drowning!" Eragon bellowed back.

"If you hadn't scared me, I would have been fine!" Sira shouted, then her face softened.

"Where's Murtagh?" She asked, and the boy's face filled with surprise.

"Murtagh…?" He asked her slowly.

"Yes, Murtagh, my horse."

"Oh, your horse." The boy seemed relived for some reason. Sira quickly stood up and swiftly walked back to her camp. She walked back over to Eragon's camp holding Murtagh's reins.

Eragon, what's going on? I heard raised voices, are you all right; I'm coming back now. Saphira said to Eragon.

No! There's a mysterious girl here, she looks like an elf. Eragon sent a mental image to his dragon. If you come stay out of sight! He warned.

Eragon, she looks exactly like Murtagh. Saphira commented, puzzled. Eragon didn't have time to respond, because the girl was coming back, in a different pair of clothes. She now wore a long sky blue shirt, it went fell to right above her knees, and a pair of white pants, with black boots. Trailing behind her was a black horse with a chestnut snip."Is something wrong, good sir?" Sira asked.

"Um, no, I was just wondering, what's your name?" Eragon asked her.

"Hmm. Isn't it common courtesy to give yours first?"

"Oh, yes my name is-Evan" He said thinking back to the name his former teacher had given him when they went to Teirm. His heart ached at the rembering of Brom, but it soon passed, as he stared at the exotic girl, waiting. She seemed satisfied.

"My name is Sira." The girl told him with a smile.

She pulled her possessions off of her horse-Murtagh's back and laid them on the ground next to Eragon. Just then a raven-haired woman ran out from behind a tree, shouting.

"Eragon!" But the rest of her words were meaningless to Sira, she immediately had her dagger at Eragon's throat before he, or Arya had time to react.

"You!" Sira spat, whilst Eragon sat there, dumbfounded.

Saphira! I need you! He called to his dragon. The large beast lumbered out of the woods, but before she, or the elf could go anywhere Sira muttered, "Huildr" An held her opposite palm out in the general direction of Saphira and Arya, stopping them dead in their tracks.

Eragon! I can't move, she placed a spell on us!"

Eragon sighed, "What is it you want?"

"My revenge." She snarled much to Eragon's surprise.

"Why? What did I ever do to you!"

"Killed my brother." She spat with as much venom as a snake, and pressed her dagger further into his flesh, drawing blood.

"Who was your brother? I have killed naught but Urgals."

"Liar! You know damn well that you killed him! Confess, now! I grow impatient!" Eragon could hear he sorrow in her voice.

Eragon, fight her! Saphira roared inside his mind.

I can't! If I move, she'll cut me! He shouted back, frustrated by his dragon's sudden stupidity and this girl's lies.

"Tell me, who was your brother." He repeated.

"Murtagh, son of Morzan." Sira snarled.

"Why would you think he killed me?" A male voice said from somewhere to her left. She turned her gaze towards the voice, looking up into an arrow shaft. Sira dropped her hold on Eragon, who quickly grabbed the dagger from her grasp. Sira took in the stranger's face, he had curly russet hair that fell into his warm, gray eyes. His features were strangely similar, and Sira had a feeling…Can he be…?

"What makes you think that I am your brother?" Asked Murtagh, suspicion growing in his voice.

"But how…Galbatorix said that Eragon killed you, why did he lie to me?" She asked, eyebrows knitted.

"Galbatorix? You've talked to Galbatorix?" Eragon asked sharply, grasping the dagger even tighter. Sira nodded and slowly spoke.

"I've lived with him ever since my father-your father," she said, looking at Murtagh, "Found me. He's taken care of me all these years, he even gave me this," She pulled out the black gem, Saphira let out a snort when she saw it. "Why would he lie?" Everyone in the little clearing stared at the girl intently.

"Is that…?" Arya started to say, but was cut short by Murtagh, who held up a hand to silence her.

"If what you say is true…then you have been living with Galbatorix your whole life, why should we trust you? How do we know you're not a spy, and that's a fake?" He said pointing towards the gem. Sira clutched it tighter.

"I would not lie. Why would it matter if this were a fake? What is it but a gem?"

"That is not just a gem, it is far more important than that."

"He-he told me it was my father's…Galbatorix has another like it, but its crimson." Sira told them, now not so sure she should have told them she lived with Galbatorix.

"Does he know you left?" Questioned the Woman with dark hair.

"No. Well I left him a note."

"Let me re-phrase that, does he know you have the egg?" She asked again, more desperately.

"Egg?" Sira questioned, inclining her head a little.

"The black gem." Eragon said, cluing her in.

"No one knows I have it, what kind of egg is it?"

I belive her, she is naught but innocent. Saphira told him.

I'm still not so sure, I think she's a liar. Why should we believe her, what evidence do we have? All Eragon got was an opposing snort from Saphira.

"My dragon seems to think you aren't lying," Eragon began. "I want you to tell me what Galbatorix told you, word for word, until-" he was interrupted by a cracking sound, and a small cry. All eyes turned to look at the egg, cracks now spider webbed it's glossy surface, it was hatching! Sira stared at it in astonishment and said:

"That thing-egg, hasn't broken, even when I dropped it on a stone path." A small black nose poked out of the shell, then a black head, then a black and gray neck, and finally a black body. The little creature looked around the clearing with its large, innocent eyes, it gave a small shriek of surprise when it saw its kin, but continued to search everyone's faces. The little thing finally landed upon Sira, it made another shriek then placed it's little foot on her knee and looked expectantly. Suddenly, Sira felt a jolt. A sharp pain began in her knee, then as it spread it felt more painful, it coursed through her veins, like liquid fire, Sira wanted to scream but couldn't. And then, it was over, with nothing left to show what had just happened besides a shiny oval on her palm, and the itching sensation that surrounded the oval. Sira was aware of a new…presence in her mind. She was aware that it was…hungry?

"Is she…?" Eragon started to ask.

"Prove that you are my sister, give me some…evidence…that you are not some wandering girl who is twisted in the mind." He spat. Sira didn't know what she should do, what evidence could she give him to prove she wasn't a fake! Then she remembered her necklace. Sira reached up to her neck and pulled on the gold chain until the pendant shown.

"This is the only evidence I have…" Murtagh's face showed astonishment, he looked down to his hilt, there was an indentation that was the exact shape of the pendant.

"Where did you get that?"

"I've had it ever since I was a baby, as long as I remember it was around my neck." Sira said, fondly fingering it."

"Then…you, you really, you're not lying?" Sira shook her head. Murtagh walked towards her cautiously, she stood still, not knowing what he would do. Standing almost on top of her, he reached out and embraced her. Sira let out her breath, not realizing that she had been holding it. Murtagh released her, "I have no reason to mistrust you. We have time to talk later, for now, take care of your dragon." Sira smiled up at him and walked to her pack. Grabbing two handfuls of dried meat, she fed one to the newborn. Sira cautiously walked over towards the older dragon, and held out her hand. Saphira glared at the girl, who held he ground.

I still do not trust her. She tried to harm you. She mind-spoke to Eragon.

She was confused and doing what she thought was right, I would have done the same thing.

Then you are very foolish. Saphira concluded, and gobbled up the strips of meat.

"I need to think of a name for you." She said, talking to her dragon

"So…um…how long were you pursuing me?" Asked Eragon timorously.

"For about two weeks." She answered as if it was no big feat.

"Two weeks?"

"Yeah, if I set my mind on my goal I can get almost anything I want."

"Hmmm, we are most similar, but I must know, do you still plan on killing me?"

"Yes." Sira said, then looked at his out of the corner of her eye, Eragon gaped at her. "I'm joking." She said with a laugh.

"Well it seems you have met the men in our little group, now you should meet the woman. This," he said, gesturing towards the raven-haired woman, "Is Arya, the elf, and the dragon is Saphira." Murtagh told her. Sira didn't like the elf, and had a feeling that the elf didn't like her either. She also didn't think the dragon trusted her, but she would deal with those matters later. Now, she needed a name.

Do you like the name Áldera? She asked the dragon, but felt nothing.

Fîlatir? Nädali? Jilu? Bluina? Euraus? She ticked off the names, feeling nothing until Euraus. You like Euraus? Sira felt an approving feeling come from the dragon. So you're a male? Well from here on, you shall be Euraus.

"He's accepted the name Euraus." She told everyone in the circle.

"Sira, would you care to join me for a walk?" Murtagh asked her, Sira nodded and eagerly got up, Euraus perched on her shoulder, with his tail wrapped around her neck. Murtagh led her away from camp and into the surrounding trees. Eragon's face showed no emotion as they left, just a cold stare.

"I don't like her." Arya said simply, all she got was a grunt in reply from Eragon.

Sira was stroking Euraus fondly, and wasn't paying attention to Murtagh, or even where she was walking.

"Sira," Murtagh began, and she snapped her attention back to him. "Our father, he was the one who betrayed the dragon riders to Galbatorix. Whatever he told you was a lie." Sira looked up into the older man's eyes, and couldn't help but believe him.

"Why would Galbatorix deceive me?" She asked Murtagh.

"Either he doesn't know that I'm still alive, or he wanted to trick you into killing Eragon so that he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I'm not sure, but the latter makes me uncomfortable. He could have had a spy follow you, or worse."

"What could be worse?"

"A troop of kull, or even a shade."

"Galbatorix isn't connected with either of them, they are demons!" She told him hotly. Murtagh shook his head; she was still desperately loyal to him.

"So, what is your life story?" He asked her, switching the subject.

"I've lived with him all my life. He said that Morzan found me next to the Du Weldenvarden forest, and brought me to him to take care of while he was away. Then he told me Brom slew him through trickery-" She was stopped by Murtagh's cry of outrage.

"Trickery? Trickery? Brom killed him because it had to be done!" Sira stared blankly at a furious Murtagh.

"Why? Why do we need to kill? Why can't there just be peace?"

"Because of power, power disrupts people's minds. Once they have a taste of it, they can't get enough. That is also a reason that I fear for Eragon. He has had more than a taste of power, and I doubt that he is resistant to it now." Murtagh took a seat on a log, and rested his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his hands, looking down. Sira stayed standing and looked down at him.

"If I was found, then how do I look like you?" She asked.

"I'm not even sure, but I have a feeling that you weren't found, I think that you were Morzan's daughter." Sira answered with a snort.

"I'm probably so, what reason do I have to believe Galbatorix now that he has lied to me." She said bitterly. Murtagh looked up at her, his dark curls once again falling into his eyes, perfect lips curling into a smile.

"Enough talk of him, what of you? What adventures have you come across in you travels?" Sira smiled at his question, and began to describe her journey with much detail.

"I wonder if Murtagh is alright. Maybe she wasn't on our side, maybe she killed him, and is coming back for us!" Eragon contemplated, almost shouting the last part.

I'm sure he's alright; don't worry so much, your aggravating me. Saphira told him.

You're just touchy because you don't like her, but now everyone thinks you do because you took her food! Eragon shot back.

I like her just fine, I just don't like how she has spent her whole life with Galbatorix, and she is probably loyal to him far past the limit we can change.

You don't like her because she tried to kill me. We can change her loyalties and we will, you'll see, in time she'll be as full of hatred of him as we are. Eragon assured her.

I don't like it. Oh well, she's a dragon rider, I guess we have no choice, now do we?

Just then a smiling Murtagh and Sira walked to the campsite.

"Murtagh! You're ali-back, back. You're back!" Eragon shouted to Murtagh.

"What's wrong with you?" Murtagh asked him.

"Yeah, lighten up a bit would you?" Sira joined in, and patted him on his head on her way past him. She walked over to Saphira and gently rubbed her nose.

Euraus, could you send Saphira a message from me? She asked her young dragon, it nodded it's small head in reply. Thank you, please tell her I said that I was sorry, and I hope she can forgive me for my rash actions.

It's quite alright, young one, but be warned; if you ever do it again, your spell won't hold me back. Euraus relayed back. Sira looked at the sapphire dragon with a smile.

"Alright, I won't." She spoke aloud to the dragon, everyone looking at her in surprise.

Sira yawned and gazed longingly at the bedroll next to her.

"Does anybody mind if I turn in for the night?" She directed the question to everyone, but only Murtagh answered with a shake of his head.

"I was just thinking of turning in myself." Eragon said with a huge yawn. Sira smiled at him and set up her bedroll next to Eragon's under a tree. Then she told everyone she would be right back, and went behind some bushes, and did a little dance.

"I found my brother and a dragon, I'm a dragon rider!" She said to herself, then beamed and walked back, then laid down under her blanket.

"Eragon…" she started to say to his back.

"Yes?" He said, then turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry about earlier, if I had known…I would have never hurt you, I will never hurt you." Sira said with a small smile, then turned over and immediately fell asleep. Leaving Eragon to whatever thoughts may be crowding his mind.

"Do you think she is safe to trust?" Arya asked, speaking to Murtahgh.

"I do. She has the crest of my father, I don't think she could just find that lying around."

"What if Galbatorix had it, and gave it to her to make you think what you think now?"

"Maybe, maybe not. What else are we supposed to think? She's a dragon rider, if we turn her away, who do you think she will go to?" The elf was silent at his remark.

"Yes, you know. She will go to Galbatorix, much to his delight. Once we turn her to our side, she could go back to him, spy on him and help us. We really can't do anything, unless, you were planning on killing her?" Murtagh replied, adding the last part on as a joke, although Arya took it seriously.

"Well, she isn't much a threat sleeping, the little dragon won't be hard to take care of."

"Arya!" He said sharply, angered by her response. "You cannot be that serious! Have you lost your mind?"

"No. If everything else fails, it would work."

"By the time everything else fails, if it fails, Euraus will be bigger, much more of a threat than he is-what am I saying!" He practically screamed, Sira turned in her sleep, Murtagh lowered his voice to a murmur, "We are not killing this girl, we are not doing anything until I find out who she is."

"And if she truly is you sister, what if the need arise that we have to kill her? What will you do then?" She asked him, an edge creeping into her voice.

"I will figure that out when the time comes." He said simply, then turned and laid out his bedroll, Arya in his follow, whispering furiously.

"You cannot hide from it, sooner or later you will have to face that reality."

"Do you think," he snarled, whirling around so that he was a hair's breath from Arya's face, "That I do not regret meeting her! What do you think, I want to meet her, she is loyal to Galbatorix and Morzan, the two men I have hated all my life! Do you honestly think I want something to do with her? Yes, she may be my sister, but we do not know that, and honestly, until then I will think of her as nothing but a friend!" Arya stood stunned for a minute by his sudden outburst, but quickly recovered.

"You are very foolish. You think that you can run and hide from your past, but you can't, not forever. You have already seen the effects of it, you know what people think of you once they find out."

"What others think, I care not." Arya shook her head to his response.

"That is not true. As I recall, you did care. Eragon told me you did not want to go to the Varden, in fear of being treated like a criminal."

"That is different. You do not understand these things!" He growled, and turned away.

"Murtagh," Arya whispered urgently, while grabbing his arm, "Do not do this to yourself."

"Do this to myself?" He pulled his arm out of her grasp, "No. You and everyone elseare doing this to me." Then he stalked away to his horse. Arya shook her head again and laid down on her bedroll, their argument forgotten for now.

A/N: Huildr means hold in the ancient language, juss incase u dno. sighs remember wat i told u about the asterics...curse them...and their children too! Any who, please R&R.