So sorry it's taken so long to update, but schools been making me sooo busy lately. But anyways, now I have finished Eldest (IT WAS AWESOME!) but i'm gonna try not to use any of the stuff from there, but if you think I'm copying too much, just say it...

Eragon awoke in his chamber in the castle, wondering what training he would endure for the day, when a stinging pain rushed up and down his spine, down the scar left by the Shade. He fell to the floor, withering in pain.

After a few minutes the pain was over and Eragon leaned against his bedside table. He felt a nudge in his mind and allowed Saphira in.

What is the matter, little one?

My scar. It's stinging like it did when we were back in Farthen Dur…I'd almost forgotten about it. I had been so distracted about Murtagh's death, I forgot to ask anybody about it.

Maybe Abrieach will know something about it...you should ask him today.

I will...

And with that, Eragon broke the connection with her and began to get ready for his training that day. As soon as his face was washed clean and he was wearing a fresh tunic, he walked down the stairs and into the chamber where Albrieach was waiting for him.

"Your late," he said with a scowl. Eragon learned that Albrieach could get angry over things very fast, but instead of yelling (it was very unlike an elf to lost their temper) he would overwork Eragon until he was exhausted.

"I'm very sorry. My scar was causing me pain. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it."

Albrieach motioned for him to remove his shirt so he could examine it. So Eragon slipped off his shirt and Albrieach slid a finger down the length of the scar. Eragon shivered as his cold finger tips crossed his bare flesh.

"Has your scar caused you any pain recently?" asked Albrieach as he handed Eragon his tunic.

"Only once, in Farthen Dur after the war."

"Hmm..." The old elf simply stood there for awhile, brow furrowed as if he was thinking of something. Finally he spoke, "It is very rare for a scar to cause pain to the extent you have described...Perhaps Durva has left some kind of curse on you...It's happend only a few times before. And there is one cure.

"To proform a caasara-much like your priest's would proform an exorcism, it is to berid your body from evil spirits. But it requires certain herbs and potions only obtained from the depths of Du Weldenvarden. It will take a few weeks for me to gather all things neccesary. Will that suffice?"

Eragon nodded quickly, anything to rid him of the pain.

"Very well," said Abrieach, picking up a sword from the enjemed case. "Until then we will continue our lessons..."

Eragon unshealthed Zar'roc and Abrieach fired a blow with lightning fast speed. He continuously flowed out a series of complex moves, which Eragon could just barely block.

Yes, he thought to himself. This will be a very long day...

Galbatorix sat at one end of the table, and at the other end sat the orphan boy- his new Rider. And on the floornext to the boy- who's name was Hadar- sat a glorious, newborn dragon. Its scales sparkled a magnificent emerald and black eyes were staring at the large roasted pig in the middle of the table.For several minutes Galbatorix did not move, and neither did Hadar.

Hadar was a strange boy. He never really talked, or socialized. Only twice had he spoken to Galbatorix, one when he had asked him for his name and heritage, and again when he had invited him for dinner. But even though he was, for the most part, a mute, he was trustworthy. Galbatorix searched his mind personally, supplied him with a room in the castle tower (and, for later, a chamber for his dragon when it grew too large to sleep with Hadar), and made him swear loyalty.

But Hadar was not as quiet as Galbatorix thought. He was always in companionship with his dragon (whom he named Galzra), and, as it was always told, there was no stronger bond then a Rider and his dragon. Infact, as the king sat there, boring his eyes into Hadar's he was in conversation with Galzra.

Must we always come down here for dinner? It gets very boring, very fast, said Hadar.

Patience young one, replied Galzra as he hummed. Soon you will be back in your room, no doubt pouring over one of the dozen scrolls Galbatorix has given you.

Hadar let out a small chuckle. What can I say, after years of living on the street it is nice to have intellectual things to read , rather than notices on the bullitin boards.

Yes, but soon enough you will become nothing but a fat scholar with a dragon, Galzra joked.

Not the way Galbatorix is training me. Night and day. All he expects me to think about is magic and sparring, And he shows no resistance. I'll have bruises for weeks.

But it will all pay off with time...

Not my best chapter, but it'll do for now...I'm still just kinda planning the plot as i go...but anyways. REVIEW!