Okay, now don't any of you gripe at me about length. This is exactly three pages long. I'm sorry, but, incase I haven't told you, I will not be here next week. I'm going on vacation, getting away from you guys for a while. Well, that's not really the reason… But! To make up for it, I'm updating each of my stories that I am currently working on and throwing a big ole party in each one, where everyone leaves with a parting gift. Food and gift will be at the end, but for now, reviews!

Neko Yasha 101: Thanks. I was trying to go for kinda shocking there.

Dracoprince: You're welcome and I'm glad you love it!

Ops: Maybe it's supposed to be confusing... Muwahahaha... Glad you like it!

That's all for now!

Training… Again

The rest of that week, for those elves in Ellesmera, was hectic, between dealing with arrangements to teach two young riders instead of one, find them places to stay, clothes and other garments, food… And those were just the maids and cooks and butlers and whatnot. The Queen had to arrange for someone to come to teach the Riders the finer points of riding dragons, a magic specialist, a battle specialist… Although she eventually checked that off her list, finding that both Eragon and Jenny were exceptional fighters, both having been trained by Riders. The main problems with magic were, however, that Eragon only knew the basics, while Jenny knew only complicated and destructive magic. Neither could go out on the field and fight with as little knowledge as they had. Not to mention that Jenny had never flown alone, and wouldn't until Pyron was old enough, and Eragon was self-taught. Yes, there was much to be done with them, let alone the rest of the elven kingdom.

For Jenny and Eragon, however, the next week was incredibly boring, having next to nothing to do. So, that got to know each other better. Jenny did have to admit that Eragon was cute, if not hot, and she would have had a crush on him, had they met under other circumstances. But, they were more friends, and swiftly becoming close. It was like they had known each other for forever. Jenny soon found that their age difference, her being fourteen and him being sixteen, were no obstacle.

Just like with me and Mark, she thought for a second. Then she regretted it. Everything that had happened, him siding with Galbatorix, hadn't quite sunk in until she realized what was happening. The hole that she had felt had shrunk. Having Eragon as a friend was filling it in. She didn't think it would fill in all the way, not unless Mark would no longer look at her as an enemy and again as his sister. She would have to live with it until that day, if it ever came.

Finally, after a week, Eragon and Jenny were led to a giant indoor arena, the floor and walls made of marble. Scattered around the giant room were various items, including rocks, tables, chairs, even boulders, all made of stone.

"Wonder what we're gonna do," Jenny said, looking around in awe.

"Practice magic, most likely," Eragon said. He, too, was peering all around the room. After about five minutes of staring around, on the exact opposite wall of the door they entered through, Jenny and Eragon saw another door appear from the marble. There had been no cracks in the rock wall that they could see, but it was indeed there, for an elven man stepped through. He looked to be in his late thirties, lines growing on his face, although Jenny suspected that he was much older. He wore a fine blue, tight fitting shirt and loose pants, apparently made of silk, and his brown hair was trimmed neatly.

"You must be the Riders," he said, gesturing for them to move closer. Jenny and Eragon walked forward.

"My name is not important for now," the man said. "But I want to see what magic you can do. I want to see your most recently learned spell." Eragon went first. He summoned a gray cloud, letting it rain down upon them, making them all slightly damp. Jenny faced one of the bigger boulders, summoning her strength, finding the bit of magic in the back of her mind. She measured exactly how much magic she would need, and unleashed. The boulder was obliterated, turning into a pile of dust. She turned to the elf, who looked rather pale.

"Wh-where did you learn that?" he asked her, voice shaking. Although, she didn't want to say the name, she did.

"Galbatorix," she spat, not to be disrespectful to the elf, but to Galbatorix, her former teacher. He paled more.

"And how did you come to meet Galbatorix?" Jenny paused. She hadn't told anyone else that she was from another world, not even Eragon. She took a deep breath.

"He brought us here, sir. My brother and I. We're not of this world."

"Ah," he said, nodding. "That would explain it." Eragon looked from him to Jenny and back again.

"Is this normal or something?" He said skeptically.

"The more experienced mages knows that there is another world that we know of, but we had no way to get there. There was whisperings that someone had found a way to create a portal. Either Galbatorix found it himself or got the original founder to tell him. Either way, Miss Jennifer, I'm afraid you can't go back. Or your brother. Not with a tie to Alageasia. I take it that there are no dragons where you come from?"

"No, sir," Jenny said. "There may have been, seeing as there are legends of them, but they are mainly looked upon as monsters. Not the wonderful creatures of the sky that they are here. My world is a lot different from here, most technology wise. What we lack in magic, which we have no to speak of, we gain in our inventions." The man nodded. Jenny couldn't help thinking about how she couldn't go back, but the thought didn't daunt her. Although, she did feel that she owed her parents an apology, say good by to them, as well as her friends and give her Eragon book back to it's owner. She began to wonder if she'd even been missed.

"Now," he said, "back to your training. You see…" After that, they spent every morning training in magic. As well as magic used to kill or stun in battle, most of which Jenny already knew, they learned more practical or generally fun magic. They even ended up creating their 'inner fire', a flame that they summoned that color matched their inner self. Eragon's was a dark, sapphire blue, matching Saphira's scales perfectly. Jenny's was a bright sparkling red, matching Pyron. They eventually grew into a routine, until something different happened. One morning, they weren't summoned to magic practice.

"What the heck is going on?" Jenny said, pacing the room impatiently. Eragon just sat at a desk in a kind of living room that combined their rooms.

"Who knows," Eragon said, shrugging. Jenny glared at him. Shocking them both, the door knocked. Jenny opened it, and in rushed Arya.

"My God! Why aren't either of you ready? Don't you know?" They both gave her confused looks. She sighed.

"Go, get ready! Your sword receival ceremony is in fifteen minutes!"

Okay, food… Every gets an assortment of whatever they want! Whatever you want is what you get. And as for parting gift… You all get your very own dragon egg, any color. Take care of them! You also get a stylish glass cup with Pyron, Saphira, Amaiy, or Shuikan on it. Inside are two bags of either milk chocolate or dark chocolate M&M's®. See you next Monday! I want lots of reviews clogging up my Inbox!