Wah! Who the hell exchanged the money in the temple! Evil school…

Oh, and be happy and praise me! This chapter is actually 4 PAGES LONG!

Disclaimer: See chapter 1 disclaimer. I liked that one the best.

Furtive Soul:

Okay, so weeks passed. Then it had been a month. Then two. Only in the middle of the third month was there anything other than the normal routine. This was WAY out of the normal routine.

Yeah, you guessed it, folks!

Another rider.

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It started on a normal day, and I was training with Eragon. We were sparring, when Saphira called to us,

We are coming back! I sense another dragon.

We both stopped. Another dragon? That could only mean one thing: Murtagh. But how could he have found Ellesmera?

Don't worry, it's not Murtagh. This dragon is about a little smaller than me, and a little younger than Draumr, also.

That answered only one of my questions.

Are they approaching? I asked.

Yes. Saphira and Draumr landed next to us, and I could feel uneasiness coming from both.

Look above! Yelled Draumr.

Above us was a brilliant white dragon, just smaller than Saphira, who was actually now smaller than Dreamr, as he was a male. The rider on its back was dressed in a silver cloak with a hood covering her face, over a white leather outfit. No matter how hard I tried, I could not see her face, and neither could Eragon, I noticed.

The rider and dragon landed before us. The rider slid out of her saddle, and made the Elvin honorific greeting/gesture with her hand over her abdomen, saying "Atra esterní ono thelduin."

Eragon responded, "Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr."

"Un du evarínya ono varda." She completed the Elvin greeting. "I have come to be trained under you in the ways of a rider, O Finiarel. This is my dragon, a female, named Aiedail. My name is Edoc'sil."

That means 'unconquerable'. Draumr whispered to me.

Hi…A new voice appeared in my head.

Aiedail?

Yes.

Hello, it's nice to meet you.

And you.

Draumr and Aiedail seemed to be having a mental conversation, so I left them alone to talk, and paid more attention to Eragon and Edoc'sil. I don't think Edoc'sil was the new riders real name. But Eragon was entranced with her, though we still had to see her face, and was just standing there, staring. How rude!

"Stop staring at me, Eragon."

"Call me Ebrithil."

"Call me Edoc'sil Svit-kona."

Eragon started laughing. And then said,

"You remind me of someone I once knew."

"Oh? Who is that?"

"She was the Elvin Princess and ambassador called Arya." When there was no response, Eragon continued.

"She just disappeared, just like that! And now I think she may be…"

"I know what you mean, Era…I mean, Ebrithil." She spit the name out in disgust, as if she thought she would never have to use the title with someone. Or else, just with Eragon.

Eragon laughed again. "You don't have to call me that if you don't want to. And I will still call you Edoc'sil Svit-kona, for you remind me so much of Arya. It is hard to find happiness for me, these days."

"Thank you, Shadeslayer. It is also my duty to tell you that I will need no sword training. I am also fluent in the ancient language, and skilled at magic. Nevertheless, you may test me, if you like."

"Very well, take off your cloak."

"No. I do not take off my cloak."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I just don't. Talk no more of it!" She said, drawing her sword.

Eragon drew his sword, too, and the dragons stop chatting mentally and paid close attention to the fight.

It was like they were dancing. Their swords clashed, and they moved so fast they seemed to be a blur. The spar was over soon, though. I was surprised: Edoc'sil had her sword point at Eragon's neck, proclaiming, "Dead."

Eragon was shocked; I could tell. No one said anything, so I butted in;

"Woah! That was amazing! Where did you learn to fight like that? The only people who have matched his skill were Murtagh and Arya!"

Eragon stood up and brushed himself off.

Edoc'sil stated once again, "I do not need sword training."

"Then let me test your magic."

And so he did. She did everything she asked of him easily. Some things even I couldn't accomplish.

"This is the last test: summon the essence of silver." That was practically impossible! Only very few elves can summon silver.

"No." Now that was surprising. She didn't say she couldn't, she said no.

"Summon silver!"

"Arget!" a piece of silver formed in Eragon's outstretched hand, as Edoc'sil narrowed her eyes at him.

"What are you playing at, Shadeslayer! What is it you want of me?"

"Just to test you…to see the extent of your abilities…and to confirm my suspicions."

"What suspicions?"

"Edoc'sil is not your real name. Tell me your name."

I knew it! Edoc'sil is not her name!

"Eyris, eka celöbra ono un malabra ono un onr Skulblaka né haina. Atra nosu waíse fricai. Kvetha Fricai."

"What is that supposed to mean!"

And that was when I knew.