Thanks to all of my faithful reviewers! And to all of those who are reading my story yet not reviewing…you hurt my feelings! Remember…if you review me and ask for me to read your stories, then I'll gladly do it and Review! So there! Anywho…I bring in my new character now! You like? Eh? EH? I hope so! Anyways…ON WITH THE STORY!

Thanks to-

Soilderx

Shurtugal Jonathan

Silva-trees

Mithxerra the moonlily

Arya Drottning

Eragon Finiarel

Deaths Avatar

And for that stupid Disclaimer…I don't own any of these thing except my own ideas and of course Elvina and Roslarb!

Elvina walked along the dry and barren landscape of the Hadarac Desert. She was tired and thirsty, yet she walked. She could leave at anytime she wanted, but she didn't, she stayed. Why? Because she was bound to her word. A long time ago, when she was still alive, she had made a promise to her Dragon, Roslarb. Her promise? That one-day, when they or somebody defeated Galbatorix, they would go to the Hadarac Desert and live there for no more and no less then a year. Why a year? Because she couldn't live there any longer then that. Sure she was a Rider, and a strong one at that, but she still couldn't stand the heat and dryness of the desert for to long.

Elvina looked up. She saw a silver dot appear in the night sky. Her Dragon was back. Roslarb was a majestic, friendly male Dragon. He was all silver with the deepest, searching eyes Elvina had ever seen. Roslarb was protective, yet had his funny side. He always knew when to crack a joke to lighten the mood a little, for this Elvina was thankful.

How was the hunt Roslarb?

It went well, a deer for you and a bear for me.

Though they lived in the desert, they still stayed near the edge, that way, Roslarb could easily feed them both in one days trip.

That night, Elvina sat at her makeshift camp sight, watching the fire. There wasn't really any thing else to look at. Sure they lived at the borders, but you still could only see barren wastelands. They sat at the North end of the Hadarac Desert, near the Du Weldenvarden. Elvina did not fear the elves, nay, for she was a great friend to them, hence her name which meant jus that, Friend of elves. Elvina had made many elven friends while she lived, that is…before she died.

What troubles you young one?

Nothing…however Roslarb just swung his head to look at her in the eye. Elvina knew that she couldn't lie to her Dragon, her best friend. …I was just thinking about how we died…and how glad I am that that prophecy came true. I am glad that I was able to keep my promise to you.

As am I baby eyed one.

It was a fitting nickname for Elvina. For if you saw her deep blue eyes…you would see how unique of a color they were. For they were not just any blue, nay, they were the lightest baby blue you had ever seen.

Elvina was not really tall, but she was tall. She stood about an inch shorter then Eragon, (just as a helpful visual). She had long chestnut hair that fell in waves that went down to her middle to lower back. However, she frequently pulled it up, she hated it when it got in her eyes. Her body was slimming yet sleek; there was no trace of fat anywhere on her body, a sign of fitness. Her big eyes were accented with a nice nose and high cheekbones and her small yet full lips made her one heck of beauty, ay least that's what Roslarb said. Elvina didn't believe him, she didn't like the idea of admiring herself, and she didn't want to become vain…

Elvina watched as the fire danced its fiery dance around the wood, swaying in the occasional wind. Even though her eyes were one the fire dance, her mind was elsewhere, in a time where devastation lived at it's fullest.

Flashback

Elvina ran as fast as her tired legs could carry her. She was exhausted. She had run for miles, yet she couldn't stop…she had the blue egg…She couldn't stop. Brom, Jeod and herself had snuck in and gotten the egg, though Jeod did not actually go in, for he was to take watch out side while Elvina distracted any warriors while Brom got the egg.

But not all had gone according to plan. They had gotten the egg fine, but when they met up with Jeod, they found a nasty surprise…Morzan…Brom had Jeod flee, since he wasn't a Dragon Rider…He then said that he was going to be the one who fought Morzan. He handed the egg to Elvina and told her to run until she could catch up with the Varden. Her Dragon had been wounded badly in a previous fight. They would have waited till he was better, but they needed that egg immediately. So they had left him at the Varden camp. Man she had wished that he were there.

She had looked back to see her worst nightmare. The Raz'ac. She didn't know what to do. There were four of them, not counting their parents. She was done for.

As she ran, she thought of her life so far…

Flashback within the Flashback

She had been an only child, and a sad on at that. He parents had died when she was to know them. She grew up the child of a poor farmer. Her life was miserable. They never had enough food, and she was the one who did all of the work…pretty much the maid of the house. Then one day the riders came to town and displayed Roslarb's egg. He had picked to be his Rider. While she had been nervous about being a Rider, she was really excited to be out of that hellhole.

She grew to love Roslarb over the next five years, and then she was sent on this mission.

End of the Flashback within the Flashback

She stopped running. It was no use running when there was nowhere to run. She was on a huge stretch of plain fields, obviously unoccupied.

She turned to she her suitors as they swept down upon her. She was about to strike the first when out of nowhere, Roslarb appeared.

End of Flashback

Elvina shivered. Roslarb felt it, since she was leaning against him, and turned to her.

Are you all right?

Yes…I was just remembering how you tried to save us from the Raz'ac.

Elvina looked at her beloved friend and smiled. Yes he had tried…but it hadn't been enough. They were able to kill two Raz'ac and their parents, but it had taken to much energy from Elvina and her wounded Dragon. The last two had ended up killing Roslarb, and with it, Elvina.

Elvina sighed…she wished that she had someone to talk to. Sure she had Roslarb, but she needed a humans company. She longed for a friend, one that she could tell her secretes and sorrows, and maybe even one that would know how she felt.

Elvina looked up to the sky. It was cloudless and beautiful. There were many stars, and the moon was huge.

Elvina closed her eyes, letting the slight night wind gently kiss her face. Then she prayed.

God…please…if you're there…please, send me a friend. I need companionship, someone to talk to. Roslarb is great, but I need another, one who's not a Dragon…Please.

Eragon sat upon his Dragon as she flew towards their destination. They had been flying for the last three hours, and even though it was at least eleven at night, they flew on. They weren't tired and they liked to night air. Somehow it helped clear the head…helped you see things at a different angle.

As they flew Eragon thought about Arya. He had been going after her since he had met her. He knew that she didn't feel the same, however he still pursued her. It broke his heart when she had rejected him. To know that they would never be. It killed him inside. Yet what he truly desired. Was for her to be happy. And even though it had hurt to see and to even think about now, he had never seen Arya happier then when she was walking with Fäolin.

He shuddered, it hurt so much, but he wanted her to be happy. So he just needed to move on.

What is it little one? You feel sad…what is wrong? And I swear if you say nothing then I'll drop you here and now. I hate it when you humans try to hide your feelings. It only hurts you more, then if you would just let people know.

Eragon had to laugh. He loved Saphira's sense of humor. Because no matter what, there was almost always a threat in there.

I was just thinking about…

About Arya. She finished.

Yes…it hurts more then you know that she wont have me…but I just want her to be happy. I guess I should just move on. But that's going to be harder then it looks.

Saphira took a long time to answer. As Eragon waited for her answer, he looked down at the passing scenery. Even though the Hadarac Desert was a bare plain of nothing but sand and hard ground, it was still beautiful in it's own barren way. The vast plains…it made you realize how small you really were. It made you forget your worries…and helped you to take life one-step at a time.

I think that you are right in trying to get over her…but I wouldn't close yourself up…Saphira stopped. She was worried, still, for her Rider. After the battle he had started to get a little batter…but he was still not himself. She worried that he would close himself up completely. She was also worried what he would do about his back…it hadn't hurt him during his battle with Arya, which was a miracle in itself. But that didn't mean that it would leave them alone completely. …I don't want to lose you Eragon. Saphira decided to be blunt about her worries. I don't want you to turn away from me, from you brother, cousin, family…friends. Please, just take this one step at a time. I think that you should just relax a bit, take a break. Then, get a friend that you can talk to-

But I have you-

No. You need a human to talk to; yes I am better, at this Eragon and Saphira laughed. But you need someone to help you through those problems that Dragons like me cannot help you with.

Thank you Saphira. I will treasure your words and think upon them.

You are welcome little one. Now try and get some rest.

Where exactly are we going?

I wanted to be close to some type of forest so that I can hunt, so we'll be going to the north.

Very well. When will we get there?

So many questions! Eragon chuckled. Probably not till morning. So get some rest.

Night Saphira.

Good night little one.

Meanwhile, Brom was taking flight with two other Dragon Riders to head to Uru'Baen. They were the ones who were to go and get the last Dragon egg.

Brom looked behind him to make sure that the other two were ready. One was Oromis. He had flown down from Ellesméra. He looked great. His curse gone, and Glaedr had his forth leg back. They looked like two young and giddy children before they go on a grand adventure.

The other was Morzan. He had wanted to redeem himself, and wanted to hang out with his child hood friend, Brom.

Ever since Eragon had left, Morzan had been trying to find ways of repaying the damage that he had done. So Brom, being Brom, offered for him to come along to Uru'baen. Morzan jumped at the chance.

When Brom raised his hand, and when the other two returned to gesture, Brom and Bright scales jumped into the air, followed by Oromis and Glaedr, and Morzan and Vanilor.

As they flew off, Brom thought about Eragon. He had heard, from panicky Morzan, that Eragon had left without warning to the Hadarac Desert. Poor Morzan thought that his youngest son was suicidal. However, when Brom went to Arya and asked why Eragon left she calmly explained that Eragon had made a promise to Saphira to one-day return to the desert to live there for a time. Foe how long, she did not know.

Brom understood how Eragon felt. If he had gone through as much as he did, he would need some down time too.

So with the shake of his head, Brom put Eragon in the back of his mind, and just enjoyed to feel of being alive with his best friends again.

Elvina woke to the sound of wing beats. She woke up her Dragon.

Roslarb…Roslarb…ROSLARB!

What! I'm TRYING to SLEEP!

Wake you big huggable lug.

Roslarb growled. He hated that nickname. What is it?

There is someone approaching.

Roslarb immediately got up. Elvina went and packed up her stuff. She put on to Roslarb's saddle and then hoped on herself.

Fly!

I know, I know…

Eragon had been in his trance like state when he suddenly felt another presence enter his mind's range. He looked around and waited.

Be one guard Saphira, just because I killed Galbatorix doesn't mean that no one will not try to attack us.

I know little one.

Then they saw what they were looking for. Straight ahead in the vast clear, cloudless blue sky, was another Dragon and it's Rider.

Eragon tried to contact the Rider. After about five minutes, he was able to convince the Rider that he wasn't going to hurt them.

Land. We can talk down there.

Fine.

As they both landed on the ground, they tried to study each other as best they could in those sixty seconds.

Eragon was surprised to see a Silver Dragon with brilliant blue eyes staring at Saphira. He was about a hand taller then Saphira. (A/N- a hand is four inches. And you measure that at the top of the shoulders. I don't know how they measure Dragons, so I used the only way I know, Horse terms!) He was a beautiful creature, but Eragon was more interested in the Dragon's Rider.

It was she. She was a little bit smaller then he. She was slimly built, having only muscle on her curving figure. (I won't go into any more detail since I already did that in the beginning of the chapter.) She looked nice, her hair blowing slightly in the wind. Who was he kidding? She was gorgeous. She looked like a goddess…and dare he say it? He found he more attractive then Arya. There he had said it! Or rather thought it…but it's the thought that counts!

Elvina was having similar thoughts. She found Eragon's Dragon beautiful. With her vibrant blue scales shimmering in the sun…but again, like Eragon, she found herself staring at Eragon.

He was a little taller than she was; he had dark brown hair that slightly curled around his face, giving this young man a look of eternal boyishness. (I don't have Eragon so I can't remember what he truly looks like. So no Flames on this!) His eyes were a deep and searching brown. She found herself lost inside of them. They held a certain sadness. And for some reason she felt compelled to hug him, make that sadness go away forever.

She finally snapped out of her thoughts and decided to be the one that started the introducing.

"Hello. My name is Elvina, Dragon Rider. This is my Dragon Roslarb."

Hello. Came the strong masculine voice. It rang with authority and grace.

"My name is Eragon Shadeslayer, Dragon Rider and this is my Dragon Saphira."

Nice to meet you. Her voice was sweet and soft.

"Well you must be tired, come. We have camp just a mile north of here. Are you staying long?"

"We're not sure…" Eragon got a far away look on his face. Elvina knew that he was talking to his Dragon. Oh Please…Please let them stay long…

Little did she know; her Dragon was having the exact same thoughts. He had found Saphira very, VERY attractive. He didn't want her to leave so soon.

We're staying.

Okay…why-

No buts Eragon. We will stay with them.

What got into…your in love…OMGsh! You're actually in love! Well I'm glad for you.

I am not!

Ohh come on! Just the way you defend yourself proves that I'm right.

FINE! So what if I think that Roslarb is the most dreamy-

Enough! That's just wrong. Eragon gave a shudder.

Eragon turned to Elvina who was trying to laugh. Seeing Eragon and Saphira talk like that was funny…and hadn't known that Dragons could blush.

"We will stay. We were going to stay in the desert for awhile, I don't know how long you were…"

"OH! I have only been here since the prophecy was completed. So I'll be staying here for awhile."

"Great." Eragon hopped back on to Saphira, Elvina on Roslarb, and they then headed to Elvina's camp sight; both thinking about each other…

Author Note- so how did I do? I hope that that was okay…at least I brought out my new character! Now I just have one last thing to say…REVIEW!