Hiya! I know, kinda quick, but you guys'll thank me. It's ten'o'clock at night, and I'm in a writing frenzy… Just wrote another chapter of Chosen One and now this. I think I'm going nuts. 0o Anyway, reviews! I don't think there are a whole lot… But I reply to every review!

Janika: No, she doesn't. She would, under other circumstances, but not really. She couldn't get him, anyway. I may have her falling in love later… But maybe not. No, Jenny's hair is not blue. 0o It's light brown. You know, I never have blonde main characters… Always black or brown. As for female dragon, I'm kinda going with the old wives' tale that I heard somewhere out there that Riders always get a dragon of the opposite gender. That way, there's always a female to keep the other in line. Just joking! U Plus, there will be romance between Pyron and Saphira. I can gurantee. And yes, I noticed… 0o

Neko Yasha 101: 'S alright. I know a little Japanese, by the way… I can spell my name! I know, what a great feat… I meant in Japanese. U I really do think I'm going nuts… Never again will I be writing four stories at once. X.X Anyway, thanks… I'm updating… falls asleep, is poked by Riku Voo-Doo Doll

The Return of Arya

Jenny and Eragon waited in a small room for what seemed hours. The room around them, though beautiful, was obviously meant to be a waiting room with little distraction. The elves, while keeping the basis of things, just seemed to make them more beautifully. So, although it had few distractions, it was beautiful. It all seemed an enigma beyond Jenny's comprehension, but, either way, she soon grew bored. She almost shouted for joy when the guard came back through the doors and motioned them to follow. Jenny came through her joy swiftly, picturing what the queen of elves would be like. Would she be a beautiful, gracious queen? A, although Jenny almost couldn't imagine it, fat slob, letting some evil vizier take over her duties? Or, perhaps, again beautiful, but in a way that ice is, beautiful, but cold and deadly, unforgiving? Or something totally different? As they neared a set of giant oak doors, Jenny had a feeling that she would find out soon.

Sitting in throne several yard before her was a young woman in about her twenties. She seemed far to young to be a queen. She wasn't particularly beautiful, even by human standards. Even so, she looked like a powerful ruler. Her face was fuller, not quite so pale, as most elves', rosy cheeks giving her face a red hue. She had a long, almost beaky nose and a stubborn chin. Her hair was fiery red, eyes a bright contrasting green. The most elegant part of her was her thin, brittle looking hands. At the same time as being brittle, though, they looked strong, ready to take a giant broadsword or heavy double bladed ax and still use it with skill, precision, and grace. She was, indeed, a perfect queen.

"I take it that you two are the Riders that will be training here with the elves. Eragon and Jennifer." Jenny and Eragon both nodded, bowing deeply.

"Eragon," the Queen said, gesturing for them to rise, "I have been told that you have found Princess Arya. Where might she be now?" Eragon looked taken aback for a second. Arya a princess? One surprise after another. Jenny thought for a minute, remembering the romance between Eragon and Arya, Eragon's fortune… Of course! It all fit! Arya… Was the royalty! As Eragon replied, bits and pieces from the book, what she had considered petty details at first having meaning in Jenny's mind.

"Sh-she's back at Farthen Dur, Your Magesty. I'm afraid she got lost in the caves."

"Now, I don't think that that is quite right." Both Eragon and Jenny turned. Jenny recognized the woman there immediately as Arya, although never having actually seen her. And the scruffy young man behind her had to be Murtagh.

Before any could react, the Queen leaped from her throne, looking lovingly at her daughter as she rushed to her. It had been hard on her, thinking that her only daughter was gone. But now, she was back…

"Mother," Arya said instantly, not hesitating. She gave Islanzadi a hug, saying while in the embrace, "I love Eragon." Islanzadi broke free, taking a step back.

"But, Arya, he is-"

"I know. But he is a Rider. And I love him."

Oh, I forgot, shaved ice for everyone. No toys today, sorry.