A/N: Ok, so yea, i pretty much didnt show any emotion in ch. 1, or any detailsbut it gets better, k? R&R please.

ON WITH THE STORY!

Eragon awoke at the first rays of sunlight. Standing up to stretch, he noticed all traces of Sira were gone. Where could she be? He wondered, and then walked to the edge of the river to wash his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, looking over he perceived a piece of black cloth hanging off the edge of a small branch. He walked over, and noticed a fresh footprint in the ground. Feeling uneasy, for the footprint surely did not belong to ay member with them. Eragon hastily made his way back to the camp, alerting Saphira as he went.

Saphira! Is everything alright back at camp? He didn't wait for an answer and entered the camp, to find Arya and Murtagh at dagger's point, held there by a man with scarlet hair and maroon eyes, a shade. Eragon stifled a gasp, and immediately drew Zar'rok.

"Ah, Eragon, the newest dragon rider." It said, his thin upper lip curling into a sneer.

"What do you want?" He snarled back, and then noticed his dragon was gone.

"You. I suppose you are wondering where your dragon is, well as a matter of fact she is being bound behind that thicket of trees." She shade told him, and pointed to where Saphira was hiding the day before.

Saphira? Can you hear me, are you alright? Eragon asked her, in response, he heard a voice he wasn't used to, a smaller, younger voice.

She can't hear you, the man placed a spell on her. Although he was lying, she isn't bound behind those trees, he just told her that if she came any closer he would harm the other man and elf.

Are you Sira's dragon?

Yes.

Where are you!

Sira says she will help you soon enough, try to hold out for a minute or so.

"I see you're trying to contact her, it won't work. Let us fight, I wish to test your skill, shadeslayer." The man said, and twitched his head, a horrible grin playing on his face.

"If you wish to die." Eragon said confidently, more so than he felt, in attempt to goad the shade into making the first move.

"Perhaps, I was wrong. You may not be the newest rider, today should be a day of celebration." He said, narrowing his eyes, making his face look even more menacing.

"What are you talking about?" Eragon played dumb, pretending not to know.

"My name is Orrin, remember that. Also remember this, I will be back. I've come here today not on orders, but when I am, I won't stop myself. You will regret your choice to resist Galbatorix. Farewell." Orrin said, dropped his hold on his two captives, with a flick of his black cloak, he was gone.

Murtagh gasped, then fell to his knees, clutching his neck as if he was choking. Arya was immediately by his side, patting his back, and prying his fingers away. Eragon gasped as he saw a welt on his throat, it was swelling and growing purple around the edges. Sira burst out of a nearby hedge, clutching her bleeding wrist.

"Murtagh, I'm so sorry, I tried to keep him away, but he was too strong." She choked out.

"I'll live, I've had worse." He croaked with a weak smile. Eragon stood dumbfounded at Sira's sudden appearance. Her pants were soaked with blood, and a deep gash ran along her collarbone. She stumbled to the ground, and crawled over to Murtagh. Arya had tried to heal his wound, but couldn't, it was shade magic. Eragon felt he should do something about Murtagh's condition, but he knew he had to find Saphira. As soon as her name entered his head, a small shadow and then a great one was cast over them. Euraus followed by Saphira, she landed with a shattering bang.

Eragon, I'm sorry, he snuck up on us, if I had known, I would have torn him to pieces!

It's all right; no one was too badly hurt, except for maybe Murtagh.

Saphira walked over to Eragon and nudged him softly with her head, telling him it was all going to be fine. She stretched her long neck over to Murtagh and gently touched his neck with her nose. There was a brief blinding light, when it faded, there were no more marks on his neck, it was as if there was never a cut.

"Where were you?" snapped Arya, sudden venom in her voice.

"I was trying to save the dragons, while you were asleep!"Siar replied, with equal or more venom than Arya.

"You could have woken us up at least!" Before Sira could retort, Murtagh held his hand up.

"Stop this foolish fighting, we must be on our way. That shade works for Galbatorix, who knows where we are, and Sira now has hatched a dragon. We cannot stay here."

"He's right." Sira said, much to her displeasure, she wanted to set the arrogant elf straight. Sira clicked her tongue, and Murtagh ((the horse)) came to her, with her pack already on him. Sira got into the saddle, Euraus sitting comfortably in one of her saddle bags, his ebony head poking out. Eragon was too busy packing up everyone's things to have noticed the little spat between the two girls, he had the horses ready and waiting by the time it they had ceased fighting. Murtagh pulled himself into his saddle, along with Eragon in his. Arya leaped into hers, a sour look on her face. They started off, Eragon deep in thought about the shade.

He knew where we were. Do you think Sira is a spy? Was she really with you? He sent to Saphira.

Yes, she was, she also wasted most her energy on freeing me, not an easy thing to do mind you. Saphira sent back.

I take it you have taken a liking to this girl?

Well, she certainly knows her way around magic. I have started to trust her, maybe not like her until I know her personality. For now, that is all there is..

Eragon grunted, then shielded his mind from her, and was wrapped in his own thoughts.

Sira winced, trying not to focus on the pain in her legs. She cursed as Murtagh nudged his horse into a gallop, forcing the others to follow.

Euraus, do you know what the others think of me?

Yes, I know everything. He said sarcastically((I cant show sarcasm because its already in italics…)) I honestly have no clue.

Oh, I just really don't like that elf. She makes me want to hit her. Euraus let out a noise; it was a mix between a growl and a purr. Sira realized he was laughing.

You are truly an odd human. Of course you are the only one I could share my thoughts with, but still.

Sira let out a small laugh, and nudged her horse, so she could catch up with Murtagh.

Once they were neck and neck she held out her hand to tell him to slow down.

"When do you think we will stop?" He looked over at her curiously.

"When it is necessary. Why?"

"I still need to bandage my wounds. I don't like the feel of cacked blood, so I was wondering, if we could possibly stop by the river, because then I could wash-" She was cut short by him abruptly stopping Tornac.

"What!" He asked sharply.

"I still need o bandage my wounds." She repeated.

"You left your wounds free to bleed, do you realize how much blood you could be loosing? Are you aware of the fact you could die?"

"I've had worse, we don't need to stop now."

"What's going on?" Eragon asked as soon as he and Arya caught up to them.

"She," Murtagh began, jabbing his thumb at her. "Didn't bandage her wounds."

"Let her bleed. We cannot stop now!" Arya said angrily, Murtagh glared at her.

"Arya, we cannot afford to loose her, you know that!"

"It's her own fault. We barley get two leagues and she." Arya began, looking accusingly at Sira, "Complains about her sore legs."

"I didn't complain! I asked Murtagh how far away until we stopped! Don't speak of things you know nothing of!" She roared angrily at her.

"You're one to talk! We have had a hard enough time avoiding urgals and kull, and you come, and suddenly a shade appears! What reason do we have to think that you are not working against us!"

"You know nothing." Sira spat, then urged Murtagh into a gallop, leaving them all speechless.

"Damnit…" Murtagh muttered, then rode up after her.

"Arya-" Eragon began, but was interrupted by her.

"Don't! I don't need it from some pathetic girl, and I don't need it from you." She snapped and rode on, leaving Eragon in behind.

Sira soon felt weak, and her vision went white whenever she was jolted.

"Murtagh…" She began, speaking through dry lips.

Sira! You're not well—Euraus spoke, although Sira could not hear him, the next five minutes went by in a haze to her. She slumped over and fell on the dewy grass, unconscious.

"Sira!" Murtagh shouted, then jumped off his horse.

"Damnit!" Eragon swore, and leapt off Snowfire, kneeling beside Sira, he put her head on his knees, and looked at Murtagh for help. Euraus was frantic, he was leaping around and squeaking.

"Murtagh, what do we do?"

"I guess, she'll just have to ride in front of someone, until we reach shelter."

"Who?" Eragon asked, as Murtagh stared intently at him. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Not with me, definitely not. No. She's your sister." Eragon told Murtagh, who was hoisting Sira onto Snowfire; in front of where Eragon would sit.

"No Murtagh! She is not riding with me!" Murtagh didn't answer; he just walked to Tornac and got on. "Murtagh!"

"What, Eragon?"

"Why me?"

"Because I say so." Murtagh answered simply, and then urged Tornac into a canter.

"Damn him…"Eragon muttered under his breath and climbed atop Snowfire. He rode off, following Murtagh's lead, shaking his head all the way.

Arya was oddly silent when they finally reached a spot safe enough to rest for the night.

Eragon slowly got off his horse, and caught Sira before she hit the ground, he knew they had to bandage her wounds fast, she was loosing far too much blood to wait any longer. Murtagh handed him supplies for her wounds and pointed Eragon to the general direction of the river.

"Why me? Do you enjoy putting me in awkward situations?" He asked Murtagh.

"Yes." He answered with a small smile, to which Eragon rolled his eyes. He walked over to the river's edge and carefully made a slit up Sira's pants. He parted it and saw a deep gash bleeding furiously. He repeated what he did to the other leg, and found the same thing. He groaned and started healing her wounds. Then her turned his attention to the wound on her chest. Peeling back her soaked and stained clothes, he saw a gash even deeper than the leg wounds, it looked like Murtagh's, only deeper. The edges were purple; Eragon called out so Saphira and asked if she could heal her.

I'm sorry, but I cannot do the same thing again. She replied; her voice filled with regret.

Eragon wet a cloth with the river water, and started cleaning the edges around the wound. Sira woke with a start, and her hand flew up to her wound, trying to press the pain away. She looked around, and realized she was being held safely in Eragon's arms.

"What happened?" She asked, and then winced at the pain coming from her cut.

"I'll tell you later, now I must take care of your wound." He told her in a gentle voice, to which she did not respond.

"I don't want to slow us down, you can leave me here, I'll catch up." Eragon snorted at her idea, and dismissed it. He moved her hand away from her wound and continued to clean it. Once it was clean, he looked at the long strips of cloth, that he was supposed to bandage her with. you…." He said and muttered the last part, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Could I what?"

"Well, you need to bandage your wounds and…I can't…I mean…" He trailed off and looked at her pleadingly.

"Oh, I get it. All right, I can do that, but you will need to turn away." Eragon nodded his head, and turned his body the other way, regaining his composure. Sira lowered her shirt top and began to wrap her wound in the cloth bandage.

"Eragon, could you tie this?" She asked him sweetly. Eragon turned around and saw her bare shoulders, and blushed all over again. He tied it in a loose knot, then got up and walked away.

Euraus, why does he hate me? She asked her dragon, speaking about Eragon.

I do not know, maybe that is just how he is.

Hmph, he doesn't seem that way around Murtagh or Arya.

All right, then he doesn't like people he hasn't spent a lot of time with, stop bothering me with these things, I want to catch a rabbit, your distracting me! He said in a playful tone, but Sira heeded his words and left him alone. She sat perfectly content by the river, thinking about everything that had happened to her.

Eragon wandered back to the fire and took a seat on a rock, sighing.

"Why is that girl here?" He wondered aloud.

"Why are you here? Why are any of us here?" Murtagh asked him, mockingly.

"Be quiet. I meant why did she come to us, why didn't she just stay with Galbatorix?"

"Are you mad!" You want her to go to Galbatorix!"

"Well, no I don't, but I mean, couldn't she go to the elves?" Murtagh rolled his eyes, then walked away.

Sira walked back to the camp to a scowling Eragon, and a missing Murtagh and Arya.

"Where is everyone?" She asked innocently.

"Damned if I know!" He snapped back.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Maybe, just maybe it's because there's a strange girl here, who is now a dragon rider, and claiming to be Murtagh's sister, I barley know her, but hell, let's just make me her nanny!" He roared.

"Is that all? Because for a minute there I thought there was something seriously wrong with you! Don't pin this on me, if you so badly don't want me here, why don't you just say so!" She screamed back at him.

"All right! I don't want you here; I don't want anything to do with you! I wish you would just go away and leave us alone!"

"Maybe I will go, if you so desperately want me to! I thought you were a nice guy, but now I see the real you! All you are is a selfish bastard!"

"All you are is a pathetic girl who doesn't know anything about anyone, but instead of admitting it, she lies!" Eragon didn't know why he was so angry, but he was.

"I'm not the one lying here, Evan." She drew out his fake name and filled her voice with sarcasm.

"Be quiet! I don't ever want to see you again!"

"Stop!" Murtagh bellowed, striding back from where ever he was. "Right now, both of you! You are acting like children!"

"All she has done is made us all argue, ever since she got here, that is all we have done, did you notice that?" Eragon asked Murtagh, as though Sira wasn't there.

"I can hear you, I'm standing right here, don't talk as though I'm not!" Then, she fumed away into the darkness.

"Eragon! I cannot believe you! What if she decides to leave us in the middle of the night and betray us to Galbatorix?" Murtagh snapped.

"Murtagh, they were just letting out pent-up anger. Don't be so harsh on Eragon, she clearly started it." Arya said, appearing out of nowhere. Murtagh glared at her.

"I see how it is. You two gang up on her because you have nothing else to do, what if you actually make her mad, do you know the extent of her powers? No, I didn't think so. She might be able to blow us into a million pieces. And Eragon! Your dragon and hers can get along, why can't you two?" Eragon turned on his heel and stalked away from them. He wandered into the dark, and eventually sat down on a spot of grass on the riverside. He sighed and gripped his head in his hands, thinking of what he had just done.

Saphira, what is wrong with me? He asked his dragon, hoping for an insightful answer, all he got was a grunt and her telling him not to bother her again, she was trying to sleep. Eragon sighed again. He heard someone's rapid footsteps grow close to him, suddenly, he felt someone trip over his leg and land with a curse, it was Sira.

"Sira…?" He began.

"Hellfire! You!" She whispered, rage in her voice. "I don't want to talk to you, just leave me alone, from what I understand you will be perfectly happy doing just that." She got back on her feet and began to walk away.

"Wait," He said and grabbed her wrist. "Remember when you said that you would never hurt me? Well you have." A pleading look in his eyes, she pulled her wrist away from his and scowled.

"Really, because that was another one of my supposed lies, I don't give a damn about you, or anyone here, I'm leaving." She clicked her tounge, and Murtagh obediently came, her bags packed and Euraus comfortably resting in one.

"Goodbye Eragon." Sira cantered away, leaving Eragon to mouth unspoken words of protest. Realizing what had happened, he scrambled to his feet and ran off unsteadily to Murtagh and Arya.

"Murtagh, Arya," He panted, out of breath. "She left!" Arya smiled slightly, and Murtagh's eyes burned.

"What did you say to her?" He accused.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything, she just left."

"Somehow I don't believe that." Climbing onto Tornac he said, "I'll be back before or at morning with her." Then he disappeared into the night.

"I think you are completely right." Arya said, smiling.

"I don't think I was. Why don't you like her?"

"She won't make a good dragon rider, and she tried to kill you." Eragon let out an exasperated sigh.

"We've already gone over this, she did what she thought was right at the time, it doesn't mean that she still wants to kill me. Although after the way I acted, even I would want to stab myself." Arya shook her head and walked slowly over to him, Eragon blushed at being so close to her. She trailed her index finger along his soft cheek, "I would not. I do not." Eragon turned away and cleared his throat.

"I think that I'm going to turn in for the night. I'll see you in the morning." Eragon then proceeded to climb under his blankets, leaving Arya smiling to herself. Saphira walked over to Eragon, obviously deflated.

I cannot believe they left like that. I was starting to like the hatchling. She mind spoke to Eragon.

Don't worry, Murtagh will bring them back safe and sound, we will see them again in the morning. He replied with a yawn, then rolled over and went to sleep.

A/N: Yay...rember to R&R loves, thankx for ur time, MWAH!