Hello everyone! I am back again, avoiding the dread homework monster:shudder: I hope to get this up by tonight, if I'm lucky. Everyone, please, PLEASE review.

Thank you Hotarya, it makes me happy to be commented on by a good an author as you. :grovels at Hotarya's feet:

Khori, I hadn't read any Eragon fanfics before Hotarya's and I didn't read that one until she reviewed my story. Know why? I don't like fanfics that have the same storyline, it bores me, and I also have to use my own ideas to write a good story. It helps me improve, and once more, thank you. :smile:

I'm glad you like my story, Massie. I don't like the first chappy. :growls angrily at dumb computer: Since I update everyday, I try to keep it to three pages on Word in Tahoma 10 font.

Thank you again! Without you nice reviewers, I wouldn't know what else to do:hugs all: BTW, this chapter is in Eragon's view.

Chapter 4 – Blue Betrayal

Little one… Eragon heard Saphira's voice in his head, but chose to ignore it. Instead he rolled over. Eragon, wake up! The force of her mental shout made Eragon jump into the air.

"What?" he asked, angry, as he rubbed the top of his head.

I sense other dragons approaching?

"WHAT!" Eragon pulled on a loose shirt and pants, tied the laces of his boots, and ran out the flap of the tent he slept in.

Saphira stood off to the side of the tent, her blue scales shimmering the faint light. Everything was asleep; no one had woken, as they were exhausted from the battle a few days ago.

"Saphira, do you know who they are?"

Saphira shook her great head, her eyes full of worry. No, try scrying them.

Eragon went back into the tent and returned with a silver bowl, along with a skin full of elven wine. He poured it into the bowl, and said a few words in the ancient language.

A swirling filled the bowl. Like before, when he had seen Arya, he saw things he had never seen before. What was there made him gasp. Murtagh and his dragon Thorn flew in the air. Beside them was a light purple dragon, and on his back was a girl, no more than 18. She had long black hair, shiny and wavy. Her skin was tanned and her cheekbones were defined, her lips were full and her chin had a stubborn edge. What made Eragon gasp, though, were her eyes. They were the same color as her dragon's scales, big and full of life.

As she turned to look at him, Eragon scrambled back and knocked over the bowl, hitting his head once again. He swore loudly.

Another dragon! Saphira said, surprised. He's my age, he must have hatched around the same time I did!

Galbatorix was keeping him a secret so he could train! Eragon exclaimed.

"Eragon."

He looked up. Arya stood in front of him; her bow slung over one shoulder.

"I know what you have seen, for I feel them too. I am coming with you." Without waiting for his consent, she leaped onto Saphira's back.

Eragon flushed a dark red, decided not to comment, and hopped up in front of her.

Please fasten your seatbelts. Saphira said, jokingly.

Before long, the three of them were searching the air for Murtagh and the mysterious dragon. It was Saphira who spotted them first. Arya almost fell off as Saphira sped off, her wings to her sides to create less friction.

Kiatra's POV

"I see them!" I called to Murtagh, watching the blue dot in the skyline grow bigger by the second.

Murtagh smirked. "I knew that removing the spells around us would make him come to us."

We waited there, Thorn and Aseil's wings beating the air made the only noise.

Before long, there they were. Saphira was beautiful, a blue color prettier than the star sapphires I saw in the King's Entrance Hall. Her eyes were intelligent, blue as well. The girl with them, an elf was tall with long dark hair and green eyes. I glared at her. For some reason, I did not like her at all.

Eragon was cute, cuter than Murtagh. As I glanced at him, he glared at me, as though I was the filthiest thing he'd ever seen. It shocked me, and, yes, it hurt. His cinnamon-colored eyes were narrowed in dislike, his brown hair mussed from the wind. It suited him.

Should we attack? Aseil asked me.

I crouched, ready to help defend Murtagh if need be. As Thorn shot forward, I shouted, 'NOW!' Aseil dove forward, aiming for Saphira's neck. No! I cried. Eragon was there, ready to cut him.

Aseil rolled out of the way in time. I took a breath and drew the dagger on my belt. Under her. I said calmly, blocking a slash from Eragon's sword. He no longer possessed Ra'zoc.

Aseil obeyed, and dove under, nipping at Saphira belly. She roared in pain as I rolled on my back and made a long slash down her side, turning to avoid getting my head bitten off.

I laughed insanely; it was all a game to me. As I turned, I saw the broad side of a sword come towards my head. Unable to dodge it in time, I watched as Saphira knocked into Aseil's stomach, knocking him out. As he tumbled out of the sky, I fell off. Flying no longer felt good. I felt sick, and the last thing I remember is the taste of blood in my mouth.

Haha! 4 pages, Massie! A new record:does boogie: Please R&R as usual. I shall see you tomorrow, when the next chapter is released. Until then, as Christopher Paolini said, 'May your swords stay sharp!'