A/N: OK then, for anyone who has just started to read my story- I used to have up to ch.4 and a not as ch.5 but those chapters had too much fluff…soooooooooooo I deleted them and started ch.3 over again, you prolly know this if you read my revising note, but juss wanted to make sure.

To anyone who has already read my story- Please read this chapter ALL THE WAY THROUGH, it's going to be better than the original((in my opinion)).

To everyone- I'm trying to incorporate some happiness because tht particular emotion was neglected in the first two chapters, and also I'm going to try to add details, even though that's torture for me.

To the reviewers((chapters 1-2))- I didn't bother to answer your reviews, bc u prolly already no wats going on if u kept up with the story, if u missed it and want to no wat I sed, just email me at and I'll tell u.

I want everyone to hate Arya as much as I do so she's extremely OOC((out of character)) for the first twochapters-she'll get back to her cold, wise self in this chapter, sorry for that.

Once again, sorry for the confusion, ON WITH THE STORY!

Murtagh nudged Tornac with his heels, hoping that his horse could find the last it of strength in his weary body to travel at a gallop, but to no avail. He cursed and ground his teeth, there was no way he was going to catch Sira now, her horse may have been as exhausted as Tornac, but she had a lead that Murtagh could barley catch up to, even with his horse at it's best, plus he wasn't even sure Sira went this way. Murtagh stopped Tornac, there was no use in trying to catch her, he couldn't wait until morning to leave though; she would be too far ahead, Murtagh turned Tornac around and trotted back to camp, he had an idea.

Eragon heard hoof beats; Murtagh is back with Sira, great. Just great I get to spend the rest of this trip with someone who hates me for no reason.

No reason? I'm not on her side, but you weren't very polite to her.

I wasn't polite? She tried to kill me!

If I remember correctly, you said she was only doing what she thought was right, and that you didn't blame her. Why can you not make up your mind about her? You humans are so foolish.

Be quiet. I'll give her until we reach Ellesméra.

And what will you do if you cannot decide what to think?

I'll figure that out later.

"Eragon, get up." He rolled over to see Murtagh kneeling in front of him, looking very strained.

"What? Where is Sira?" Eragon asked him sharply.

"I don't know, Tornac is weary, he cannot follow her at the rate we need to catch up with her."

"Yes, so? Why did you wake me up?" He demanded.

"I need you and Saphira to scout for her, and when you see her-" Murtagh was cut off by Eragon's objection.

"No. I am not going after her, she won't listen to me anyways." Then he pulled the blanket over his head, and rolled away from Murtagh.

"Eragon," A warning edge crept into Murtagh's normally calm voice, and he yanked the blanket off of Eragon, much to his displeasure.

"Murtagh!" He yelled, and then sat up and made a meager attempt at grabbing his blanket from Murtagh's hands, Arya stirred and opened her eyes.

"What's wrong?" She said sleepily

"He wants me to go find Sira." A frown tugged at the corner of the elf's mouth.

"I do not think it is a wise idea to bring her back. She will just cause trouble," Murtagh's mouth formed words of protest, but before he could speak Arya was talking again.

"But, she cannot go back to Galbatorix. So I presume we have no choice but to take her to the elves, where she can stay and learn magic properly. Eragon doesn't need to stay with the elves as long as she does; he has already learned magic on the same level as a newly chosen would have. Once his finishes his training, she will still have about a year left, we could leave Ellesméra without her, and hopefully she will have matured in that time frame, and we can come back and get her."

"Does this mean that I have no choice but to get her?" Eragon asked simply, him and Murtagh saw the truth in Arya's words, and knew that it was a good plan, Arya nodded grimly. Sighing, Eragon stood up and brushed his pants off.

Saphira, we need to go find the girl.

Yes, I heard. The dragon said, then stood up and stretched her legs and wings. Shall we go? Eragon nodded, then attached her saddle, and climbed into it.

"Eragon, one more thing; after you tell her to come back, make sure she does, don't let her get away." He nodded curtly, and then they were in the air, the wind from Saphira's wings battering the grass mercilessly.

"Do you think he will bring her back?" he asked Arya, who had closed her eyes again, her ebony hair spread in a semi-circle around her head.

"Yes, he knows he cannot come back empty handed." Murtagh sighed, then laid out his bedroll and laid down, awaiting Eragon and Sira's return.

Sira was furious with them, how dare Eragon insult her like that, he could have at least said it when she wasn't around.

It is not my fault they just started to bicker- stupid Eragon, who does he think he is anyway?

Don't take it so heavily Sira, he's probably just threatened by you. He is so used to being the newest dragon rider, and now his position has been filled by some strange girl, how would you feel?

Well I'm not a male, my ego isn't the size of the Beor Mountains, I wouldn't feel threatened at all.

I will pretend you did not just insult me. Sira chuckled at her small dragon's comment, she had forgotten that he was a male too.

I forgot that you were a male, I'm so sorry. Sira replied, putting emphasis on the word so ((I cant show emphasis of sarcasm when they are using mind speech because it's already italicized, so I put it in bold)).

I will just pretend you said that too. Sira heard a large bang, Murtagh reared and she was thrown off him.

"What the hell!" She screamed, then rolled out of the way of his hooves, to see four large, sapphire talons-it was Saphira, and most likely Eragon. Euraus leaped out of the saddle bag, and ran to the foot of his friend, most likely talking to her. Sira stood up, and walked to Murtagh, rubbing his nose and making small, calming noises under her breath. She reached out to Euraus, but instead she felt another presence, but this one was weaker than his. Sira contacted the new source, and felt fear, she realized that it was Murtagh.

Do not fear, she is our friend. The horse didn't respond to her sentence, and she remembered some words in the ancient language, Lois weohnata néiat haina ono, the horse calmed at her words, and stopped pounding the ground nervously with it's hooves.

"What do you want Eragon?" She asked, her voice cold and unnerving.

"Murtagh wants you to come back, he sent me to retrieve you."

"Retrieve me?" Sira chortled at this. "Once again, you have used the wrong words in my presence. I am not an object you can drop, then retrieve; so do not think of me as one. Go back and tell Murtagh that I am going to my home, tell him I said that I was sorry I didn't have a chance to connect with him. I have a feeling that I will be seeing you again." Eragon's face became unreadable to Sira, she knew that she had made him mad; she saw the anger in his eyes a moment before.

"You are not allowed to go back to Galbatorix, and do not think of yourself so highly valuable, that if you decide to leave, we will come chasing after you and beg for you to join us. You are nothing more than a thorn in our foots, something that is an annoyance, but can be easily disposed of with a jerk of our hand." He hissed, and then jumped out of Saphira's saddle, the two dragons were watching their spat with amused looks on their faces.

"And what do you think of yourself? That you are so great that I will want to go back to you after the way you treated me, because then you are sadly mistaken. Why, you couldn't even beat me in a sword fight, much less a wizards duel."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't, but I plan to find out." She smirked, the pulled the sword that Galbatorix had given her last year out of it's word leather sheath.

"You don't honestly think you can beat me?" Sira's smile widened, he took it as a yes. "Well, we shall make a deal them, if I win you come back with us, if you win you can go on your way to Galbatorix, and we will never bother you again."

Eragon! That is a foolish idea, you have no idea how good she is, think about how fast she had that dagger at your throat, you didn't even see it coming! Saphira chided.

She may be fast, but I am stronger than her, I am not a child anymore. He sent back to his dragon, who let out an annoyed snort.

If she beats you, we'll have to knock her out and carry her back to Murtagh, or else he just might kill you.

I know I'm better than her.

Well, what if she actually cuts you?

She won't be able to touch me. He said confidently, then ignored what ever else Saphira was saying.

"All right Eragon, prepare to loose." He grinned at her response, and took out Zar'roc, the red blade flashing in the moonlight. Sira raised her eyebrows at the sword's unique blade color.

"That's an interesting sword you have there." She said as though they were having tea and discussing the weather, Eragon didn't answer but just glared at her, awaiting her attack. Sira sighed, and lunged at him.

See! She doesn't even know not to attack first!

Eragon swung his sword at her head, ready to be able to stop it if needed, Sira was prepared for this, she parried his blow, then hooked her foot around his ankle and jerked it, causing him to stumble. Eragon did not fall over, but he gave Sira an opening when he lost his balance, she swung, and he blocked it right before it sliced his head off, so she was playing for keeps? He would have to be more careful from now on. Sira smiled and backed away.

"Your not all that bad, good thing you aren't rusty of you would be dead." She said with an air of supremacy, Eragon jerked the corner of his mouth up, making a mocking smile, then ran at her. She hit his sword out of the way, but Eragon followed the momentum through and was now behind her. He lifted his sword, and made for her neck, but she buckled her knees and sank to the ground, his sword missing her head by a centimeter, Sira then pointed her blade up, and caught the bottom of his forearm, drawing blood. Eragon stabbed down to where she was lying, Sira parried his blow, then slapped his sword with her hand, making a deep gash in her palm, but moving it nonetheless. Sira stood up, and in the process she drew her sword along Eragon's knee, cutting his pants and skin. He seemed unfazed by this, and ruthlessly swung at her, each time she blocked his blow. Sira did not notice that he was slowly backing her into a tree, her back hit something solid, Sira knew he was going to put his sword to her neck, so she quickly put her injured hand in the way, making Eragon cut that instead. By the time Eragon noticed he did not have an advantage on Sira, her sword's tip was at his temple.

"Well, Eragon. I guess this means I win."

"Not quite." He replied, then swatted her sword off his temple, and pinned her hand against the tree, the nose of his sword now at her throat.

"That's cheating! If we were really fighting, you would already be dead!"

"If we were really fighting, then I would have used magic on you and killed you." He said and then smiled at her, she rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the gut, Eragon doubled over, surprised by her sudden attack, once again she had gotten the better of him.

"And won dishonorably. You underestimate your opponents, not a wise thing to do. Try again, and see if you can beat me." Eragon was now standing up, holding his sword at the ready.

"I know all your moves now, you're just prolonging your defeat." Sira smirked at his confidence; he knew nothing of her skill. This time, Sira waited for Eragon to attack first, goading him into it by twirling her sword in several circles, her tactic annoyed Eragon, but he didn't move.

"Are you scared, don't want to get beaten by a girl?" She asked him sardonically, Eragon took the bait and lunged at her, but Sira was ready. She prepared to parry his blow, but in the last second, he moved to the left and swung at her side. His blade scraped her, drawing blood and staining her light blue shirt; she glared at him and without thinking she ran at him. Eragon twisted out of reach of her blade, then stuck out his foot and tripped Sira. She fell on her back, with Eragon advancing towards her, she kicked his knee out, which made him fall on top of Sira, knocking the breath from her lungs. She choked, and tried to push him off her, but he was too heavy. Eragon had his sword at her throat, Sira lungs were begging for air, but Eragon just didn't realize it. Euraus sensed her trouble, and told Saphira that Sira couldn't breath; she relayed the message to Eragon, who rolled off her. Sira sat up, and gasped drawing in as much air as her lungs could hold. When she regained her breath, she glared at Eragon and stood up.

"We're not done yet." He let out an exasperated sigh, why is she so persistent?

You amuse me. There is no reason for you two to fight, and yet you do. Saphira answered. Euraus finds it entertaining too, he thinks that Sira can beat you, she apparently has great power. Eragon took another look at the thing girl standing before him, as far as he could tell she had no muscle on her.

"Just come back with me Sira, in the end you're going to anyways."

"What makes you think that?" Eragon shook his head, and put Zar'rok away.

"I'll make you." Then he hit her in the right temple, knocking her out, before Sira fell to the ground, he caught her and dragged her to the dragons, Euraus was standing up and growling at Eragon.

Saphira, make him stop. She let out a laugh.

You are scared of such a tiny creature?

No, not really, I just don't want him to bite my leg off. She laughed at him again, and Euraus stopped growling, and stalked to Eragon's leg, and looked up at him. He raised an eye brow at the small thing, then walked past it and set Sira in Saphira's saddle gently.

All right, Sira will ride in front of me, an I guess if you fly low enough to the ground, we could herd the horse back. She nodded her huge head in agreement. Eragon walked over to Murtagh((horse)) and put his hand on it's nose.

Gallop back the way you came, your master will be behind you. He felt an understanding from the beast, and once his hand was removed from the horses nose, he galloped away. Eragon climbed into Saphira's saddle, Euraus spread his thin wings, and flew off after Murtagh. Saphira rose, and glided back to camp, keeping Murtagh insight.

Murtagh((the man))heard approaching hoof beats a half and hour later, he picked his head up to see Sira's horse approaching at a gallop, Saphira behind it. The dragon landed with a loud thump, followed by a more subdued thump signaling the landing of Euraus. Eragon slid off Saphira, carrying dragging Sira behind him.

"What happened to her?" Murtagh asked, noting her bleeding hand, Eragon set her down not too gently on the grass.

"We had a fight." He replied simply, Murtagh raised his eyebrows.

"Did you win?"

"Well, she got the better of me, then I kind of cheated, then I got the better of her, and now…" He gestured to her, it looked like she was just sleeping. Euraus stalked over to Eragon, stomping his little feet as hard as he could, and nipped his ankle. Eragon yelped and jumped back, the little creature gave him somewhat of a smirk, then cuddled next to Sira, his head turned toward Eragon, eyes following his every move.

"What made the little one want to bite you?" Murtagh asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Well, I kind of knocked her out…and I think he's mad at me." Murtagh chuckled.

"Are you going to heal her hand?"

"Do you think he'll let me get close enough?" Eragon asked him smartly, rubbing his ankle where Euraus nipped him, Murtagh laughed again and shook his head.

"Try."

"No!" Eragon said indignantly. "I don't want that thing to bite me again!" Euraus snorted at Eragon's description of him, apparently he could hear and understand what he was saying.

Can you understand what me and Murtagh are saying? He asked Saphira.

Well yes, because you think about what someone has just said, and I can hear your thoughts, does that make sense to you?

Partially, but how can Euraus hear us, I mean Sira isn't awake to hear what we're saying, so who's thoughts are echoed into his mind

You can't even tell when someone is knocked out or not? She chided, Eragon snapped his attention to Sira, not expecting her to be glaring at him.

"Sira, you're awake!" Murtagh said cheerfully, she turned her attention to him, then stood up and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Eragon asked, then attempted to follow her, but was stopped by Euraus, who snapped his jaws and hissed.

"I'm not going to hurt her." He said to the dragon, who narrowed it's ruby eyes.

"Sira!" Murtagh called, and walked after her, leaving Eragon trying to get around a creature that only came up to the middle of his shins, he let out an irritated sigh, then sat down, defeated. Eragon watched Murtagh stride after Sira, a wind picked up and made it hard for Eragon to hear what he was saying. Eragon heard something rustle behind him, and passed it off as a plant moving in the wind.

Eragon watch out! Saphira shouted to him, Eragon rolled to the left, a fraction of a second before a curved blade came crashing down-he looked at it's owner, staring into two black spaces where eyes should be, and a cruel warped beak-a Ra'zak! He jumped to his feet, and pulled out Zar'roc, the thing lunged at him and mercilessly pounded on his blade, Eragon didn't have a chance strike it back, he was too busy defending himself.

Saphira, help me! He cried to her, she reacted by reaching out a huge claw and dragging her talons across it's head, black blood pouring out of the great gouges. The thing stumbled, then stood upright and lunged at Eragon again, who didn't have the strength or warning to defend himself, he moved to the side, but the wicked blade caught his arm, slicing it open, Eragon cried out, and almost fell to the ground.

Saphira! He shouted to her again, barley able to hold the creature off with his one arm, the dragon batted it's twisted head, and pounded it to the ground. Eragon shoved his sword into it's stomach, pushing down until he felt it hit the ground. The Ra'zak grabbed the hilt of Zar'roc and to Eragon's horror, dragged it's body up the length of the once red blade that was now covered with it's black blood, it smiled grotesquely dark blood seeping from in between it's serrated teeth. The Ra'zak pulled a dagger out, and thrust it into the wound it had already made, Eragon fell over in pain, Saphira roared, then decapitated the creature with her tail, it's head flew a few feet, staining the emerald green grass black.

"God damnit…"He muttered, just then he remembered Arya, he looked over to where he thought she was, and saw she was missing. Eragon stood up unsteadily, then slowly made his way to where he thought Murtagh and Sira were, Arya would be fine on her own, an elf could definitely take on one of those.

Eragon! Sit down, they will be fine. Saphira commanded him; he didn't listen, just kept walking, the pain almost blinded him, and he knew he should heal himself, but he also knew that he had to find the others. Eragon heard voices-someone was screaming….who was it? He broke through the small line of trees and saw Murtagh being held at the throat-by the shade!

"I told you I would come back." He snarled, and then threw Murtagh to the ground, where he stayed, held by some magic. Sira's hands were bound to the ground by a black chain with cruel spikes that were digging into her flesh, drawing her rich, crimson blood to the surface of her skin. Euraus was pinned to the ground too, struggling to get up and help his master, but the Shade's magic was strong. The shade turned his attention to Eragon and smirked.

"Hello Eragon, nice to see you again."

Saphira! The dragon came out of nowhere and lunged at the shade-who muttered something under his breath, and Saphira's legs buckled and she was held to the ground. Eragon roared and slashed at Orrin, who held up an arm to stop Zar'rok, the steel left and impression on his arm, but nothing more than that.

"Nice try. I'm only here for the girl, or rather a possession of the girl's. If you stand by, you may live, my master hasn't ordered me to kill you-yet." Saphira let out a mighty roar, and snapped at the shade, the breath released from her lungs ruffling his scarlet hair. Orrin grabbed Eragon's arm where he was stabbed, he had forgotten the pain until now, and it was painful. His cold fingers spread a fire through Eragon's body, making him scream and sink to the ground. The shade released his hold on him, but Eragon lay on the ground, grasping his arm, Orrin muttered some other words under his breath, and tree roots wrapped around his legs and arms, pinning him like Sira. She shade walked over to her and sat on his heels, arms resting on his bent knees.

"So Sira, where did you put your daddy's pendant?" He snarled, and when he got no response from her, he slapped her. Euraus roared mightily for one so small, and Murtagh shouted a curse at the Shade.

"Where did you put the pendant?" He asked her again through clenched teeth.

"I'll die before I tell you." She snapped, a line of blood trickling down form where Orrin's nail caught her.

"You just might, or rather-one of your family members might." He threatened, then stood and walked over to Murtagh. "Your dearest brother?"

"Don't touch him!" Sira spat with as much malevolence as she could muster. The shade grinned wickedly and kicked Murtagh in the stomach.

"What will you do to me?" He queried, a wicked smile on his face, then he resumed his position at her side. "Let us save that for later, no? I'll look for it first, and if I cant find it, then I'll go to your brother." He said it so softly Sira doubted anyone but herself and the Shade heard. Orrin then began to search all her pockets, and when he found nothing his face showed annoyance, he glared at Sira-then his expression changed. He lifted a pale hand to her neck, and ran his finger along the golden chain, Sira trying to lift her hands to push him off, but she only succeeded in cutting herself more. Orrin followed the length of it down to the neckline of her shirt, and stopped.

"Get your hands off her!" Murtagh shouted, the shade didn't listen, he pulled the chain up and revealed the ornament, he smirked.

"That was easy. And I thought you would have it in your pocket." Sira looked behind him, and saw Arya creeping up, sword in hand. The shade opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out-for a sword not protruded from his breast, Arya twisted it, and blood spilled over his lips, making Sira shrink back in revulsion. He let out an unholy howl, and his skin turned transparent, there was nothing underneath but a swirling mass of black. He let out another wail, and she could not see his shape anymore-the darkness burst free and split into two writhing columns which shot away into the night-Orrin was gone. Sira gaped at Arya, she was wiping her blade off in the grass with disgust. Eragon, Murtagh, Saphira, and Euraus were all released, as soon as Euraus could stand he ran over and barreled into Sira, snuggling his head under her shirt.

I'm so sorry Sira, I couldn't move-he bound me, I'm sorry. If I wasn't bound I would have torn him to shreds! Sira rubbed his back gently.

I'm fine, don't worry-he didn't hurt me, other than me hands. Euraus snuggled deeper, and didn't say anything, he really was a cute dragon.

"Sira, are you all right?" Murtagh asked, he was kneeling in front of her, his neck was bruised black where the shade had touched him.

"Am I all right? Look at you!" Murtagh reached up and tenderly felt his bruise, wincing at the contact.

"Last time was worse." He said. Sira turned her attention to Eragon who was hugging Saphira, his arm seemed to be better, just crusted blood on his sleeve.

"Thank you Arya, I am not in your debt." She said sincerely to the elf, who nodded to her.

Euraus, can you take these irons off me?

Of course. He replied and touched his nose to it, the chain shattered and fell onto the ground in front of her. She examined her wrists-not too much damage, she had a circle of puncture wounds that were spilling out blood on her right wrist. Her left wrist had a long, deep gouge in it from when she tried to push the shade off, the cuff had moved, scraping away a cut as deep as the other puncture wounds. Euraus also touched his soft, silky nose to the cuts, and they instantly vanished, she picked up her dragon and cuddled him.

I'm so glad he didn't hurt you. She sent to Euraus.

I am angry that he is dead; I would have liked to tear him apart. She chuckled and hugged him tighter. Sira got up to walk back to where they had left their stuff, she walked out of the trees and almost retched, the ground was covered in black blood, it smelled of death and rot and things that lurk in the night. Before her feet was a twisted head, it's eye socket's were black holes in it's skull, it's beak was slightly open, revealing jagged teeth, a thick streak of blood running down the beak and onto the ground. There were four gouges in it's head, all with blood pooled around them on the ground and a small trickle coming out of the deepest one. A good three feet away from the head was a cloaked body, a small black river running from the neck and a hole in the stomach. She could not see any part of the body but a skeletal arm poking out of the long sleeve. It was gray with raised red skin in the form of her hourglass, she gasped, then turned to see that the head had turned her way, and the mouth was open noticeably more with a black tongue hanging out, purple blisters oozed puss onto the grass. She caught her breath and tried not to throw up, she was about to stand back up when she heard rustling behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see the headless body stand up. Blood poured out of the hole in it's stomach, she choked, frozen with fear. The thing started to walk towards her, growing faster with every step, she suddenly came to her senses and ran at full speed through the trees to where everyone else was. Sira barreled into a solid object, she looked up and realized she had run into Eragon's chest, she was too scared to care who it was.

"Eragon-the thing back there-it got up and…"She couldn't choke the rest out, she buried her face in his shirt, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"What? The Ra'zak, what about the Ra'zak?" he asked her, Euraus hissed at Eragon who glared at the dragon who had jumped onto her shoulder and wrapped itself around her neck.

"It stood up." Eragon pushed Sira off him, and ran back to where he thought the Ra'zak lay dead, but there was nothing but it's black blood. Eragon cursed and walked back into the clearing, Murtagh was now comforting Sira, who was staring blankly ahead, not paying any attention, Eragon knew she was terrified, who wouldn't be?

"A Ra'zak attacked, I though I killed it, but obviously not." He said bitterly, and walked to Saphira.

It left. Just got up after being stabbed and decapitated.

Are you positive there was nothing left?

Just blood. Saphira blew air out of mouth, her tongue flicking out for a second, a dragon's equivalent of a sigh.

We'll get it next time, I'll make sure to chop him up good. He told Saphira, he knew the twisted words would comfort her.

"Sira, it's gone now, don't worry. It won't come back and get you." Eragon told her, she turned and stared at him, wide-eyed.

"It had no head, how could it move?" he shrugged as an answer, Eragon wasn't even sure himself, the only explanation was that it was some form of magic.

"They're magic." He told her simply, she walked away from Murtagh and leaned against a tree, her eyes closed.

"We need to get going. We will be safe in Ellesméra." Arya said, bringing them all out of their own worlds.

"You're right." Murtagh turned his attention to Sira. "I'm guessing you want me to get your horse?" He alleged, she nodded her head, grateful that she didn't have to go back there. The three of them walked away, leaving Sira alone, and trying to block what had just happened from her memory, but she imaged of the blistered tongue was firmly rooted to her brain. She shuddered and ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame her curls. A sudden pain echoed through her head, she knew something was wrong with Euraus, but before she could do anything about it, a warm and soft hand pressed over her mouth, a dagger pressed against her throat.

"Move, and I will be forced to spill that lovely blood of yours." An ominous tenor voice whispered to her, she could feel the moist breath on her ear. "Now drink this, and remember, not a sound." A gloved hand shoved a vile of brown liquid in her mouth, and pinched her nose shut; she had no choice but to drink it. Sira gulped it down; the taste was horribly-it was like stale beer and rotten cabbage. Sira spluttered and coughed, her captor pressed the dagger further into her neck.

"I told you, not a word." She held her cough back, and tried not to think about what she had just swallowed, it was probably poison or a drug, she hoped for the latter. "Walk." He snarled, and began to march Sira away from the camp, before they got too far, she snatched her unconscious dragon and held him close, after five minutes, her mind started to go fuzzy, she couldn't think straight about anything. She was finally allowed to rest in a small cave the man had led her to that was next to the riverbank.

"Now, you're going to tell me where that pendant is that your father gave you."

"Why does everyone want the pendant?" She asked, her mind was sluggish from the drink and wasn't processing anything.

"It is the key to his tomb, and I need it."

"Well, you can't have it, because it's mine." She told him, sounding stupid because the drug was slowing her down. He moved out form behind her, and she saw his face, it was hidden behind a mask, but he had blond hair, and was wearing a long cloak that went down to the ground, underneath the cloak he was wearing brown pants and a red cloak. A scratching noise came from the back of the cave, she turned her attention to it.

"Wassat?" She asked, and pointed to the darkness.

"It's nothing, ignore it." Suddenly a dragon a little smaller than Euraus wandered out from where the sound came from, it was a deep burgundy all over, except for it's tail, which was scarlet.

"I told you not to come out!"

"Hey….you have a dragon…I have a dragon…that's wonderful." Sira said, the little dragon was sniffing Euraus' little black nose, it let out a squeak of excitement and ran back over to the boy, hopping about.

"You're Galbatorix's daughter?" He asked her in surprise..

"Noooooooooooooo…. he's my guardian." She said, drawing out the no, and shaking her finger at him. Then she stood up and walked over to the small dragon and petted it on the head.

"Hello, my name is Sira…and my dragons name is Euraus, what's yours?" She asked it, and got a long trail of squeaks. "What did it say?"

"I'm not sure…we can't talk yet, but she likes you. Her name is Nadia"

"What's your name?" She asked, directing the question to him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

"Well fine…you know my father found me…so I guess that means that Galbatorix could be my father…he practically adopted me."

"Who was the man that found you?" Sira swayed on the spot and put her finger to her chin.

"His name was Morzan…my brother's name is Murtagh. You see I didn't know Murtagh until a few days ago, we just met."

"Morzan?"

"Yes…do you know him?" The boy whipped out his sword and held it at her throat. "What are you doing?" She asked him ten seconds after the sword was at her throat; her reaction was slowing down considerably, she stumbled back into the wall and then slid to the ground. He pulled out a length of rope and tied her hands and feet together, she sighed.

"I'm tied up again?" She asked him, then yawned, he glared at her then walked out, the little dragon tried to follow, but he scooted her back into the cave. Sira yawned again, and shut her eyes for a nap.

A/N: BUM BUM BUM: Wat will happen next? I actually liked making Sira seem drugged, it was funny, so who do you think this man is, and why does he want to go in Morzan's tomb, what does he have against him? Find out next time on Pokemon---er I mean the next chapter of my story drools over Pikachu...R&R as usual