Okay! Big happenings soon. As soon as I alert my other readers of my other fanfics, I'm changing my name. It will be Light Dragon SunsSong. I didn't want to lose all my loyal readers, so I'm telling you all. On to reviews!

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Reflections and Fancy Flying

Jenny, Eragon, and Murtagh had gone quite a ways before Jenny realized something else; she had no idea where they were going.

Ask Saphira where we're headed, she asked Pyron. There was a moment of silence before he answered. She said she didn't know. Wherever the wind takes us. Jenny didn't like the sound of that.

Here, let my show you something, Pyron said, feeling her uneasiness. Just relax. Jenny relaxed, finding just how tense she had been, and felt her mind begin to slip. At first she fought it, but she finally gave in, feeling her mind and Pyron's converge to one. They blinked, and Jenny saw everything below her, fear of heights nonexistent.

Why is everything reddish?

What do you mean? It was obvious that Pyron didn't realize it, and Jenny didn't press further. She just enjoyed the ride, feeling the air flowing beneath their wings. They were completely at home in the sky.

Now, let's try some fancy flying! Pyron spun and frolicked in the air, using all the most roller coaster-type moves he knew. Jenny felt the familiar pang of homesickness at the thought of never again being able to ride a roller coaster, but it didn't matter. She'd give up everything she'd once had, which she did, for Pyron. She just wished that she could have said goodbye to her parents for both her and Mark. As Pyron finally slowed down, Jenny's mind rejoined with her body and felt the tears that flowed freely. She missed Mark most of all, the Mark that she used to know. Not this new, evil, awful Mark.

I'm sorry Jenny, Pyron said to her. She hugged his giant back.

It's okay, buddy. I love you. It's not your fault. "It's mine…" She quietly whispered to herself. If only she had told Mark sooner about the book, about Alageasia, maybe he wouldn't have joined Galbatorix…

Jenny! It's Mark and Amaiy! Pyron screeched in her head. She looked all around, finally spotting them behind her, a tongue of flame coming from the mouth of the purple dragon. They were swiftly gaining.

We have to fight! Pyron shouted, emphasized by a bellow.

No! Jenny's mind worked furiously. Even with her new sword, Yrelnth, and all her magic skill, they couldn't beat Mark in a head-to-head battle. They were too much bigger and more skilled…

Pyron! Fly like you did before!

Well, okay… Jenny held on tight as Pyron turned into a steep dive. They were much lighter and faster, and could hopefully stay out of reach until Eragon could arrive. Still, it wasn't as fun as before, and Jenny felt like her stomach had been left way back at the beginning of the frenzied flight. Amaiy couldn't keep up at all, having not had the time to play in the sky like Pyron. But, just as they disappeared from behind, Jenny looked forward. They suddenly cut in front of them, and Pyron, unable to stop, was going to crash into them. Jenny halfheartedly drew her sword, ready to fight at impact, praying desperately that Pyron would be okay.

MARK ATTACK! DUN, DUN, DUUUUUN! I like doing that. N E way… (Chat speak! gasp) I did the flying thing. I also read the prologue of Eragon and noticed that Arya's hair was black, so if I said anything else, could someone tell me? Thanks! Sunchips for everyone! Or Lays… Whatever you like better. Ops, I want to know your dragon's name!