Remember, this book is before Eldest. I don't have the book Eragon with me at the moment, I bought it but someone has it, and yeah, I hope I'm right about this stuff. I do not own Eragon or anything from the book all I own is the plot and characters I put in.

Chapter Twelve

There was a pebble beach after the waterfall, in which led to large doors. "Elita, wake up. We're here." Eragon whispered, setting Elita on her feet. Elita opened her eyes tiredly and stretched. The horses were neighing with disproval and shaking their dripping manes. They didn't like the roaring waterfall splashing on them. Eragon pulled open the doors and they walked into a large labyrinth of big halls. As they entered a large circular room with two stairs on the each side. She glanced up at the ceiling. She had a sudden feeling that there was something great once up but it had came crashing down. She blinked at the revolution and looked forward, where a man was standing up.

"That's Ajihad." Eragon said. Elita took a more concentrated look at him. He had skin the color of oiled ebony, he was bald but had a black beard. He did carry himself as a important person would, kind of like how Master Flanders carried himself. "He's the King." He added.

"Welcome again, Eragon and Saphira. Welcome back, Ayra." He said, nodding to everyone. He nodded to Murtagh but with hesitation.

"Thank you, Ajihad." He said, getting off of Saphira. He turned and helped Elita off. She stared up at him.

"He doesn't look like a king." She whispered to Eragon. Eragon did not hear her so therefore did not answer. There were two bald men also in the room, wearing orange robes. Elita watched them as they muttered to themselves quietly, stealing glances at Saphira, Eragon, and Ajihad. Elita didn't like their glances and their facial expressions.

"Come on, Elita. We're going to get your mind probe, it's essential to stay in the Varden." Eragon suddenly said. Elita turned to him, unaware that she had missed a long explanation and her own introduction.

Eragon led her to the Twins. Even though he greatly disliked them, he wanted to see what would happen if they probed Elita's mind. One of the Twins touched Elita's temples and closed his eyes. Elita blinked and her pupils contracted and went to small slits.

Meanwhile...

The dark blue dragon floated through the waterfall, easily bringing himself on the pebble beach. He suddenly brought up his head, his ears perked. His eyes misted over as he sat on his haunches.

The Twin let go of her temples, opening his eyes. Elita blinked, her own eyes fixing themselves. "She is fine." They announced together. Eragon raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Ajihad nodded.

"Well, we'll get something to eat then head up to the room." Eragon told Ajihad, helping the dazed looking Elita up on Saphira. He got on with her and left the other two with Ajihad. He was quite tired, thirsty, and hungry, and he bet that Elita was the same. Saphira was also the same in his feelings, so she quickly moved forward.

Elita finished her meal quickly, aware of something watching. Something quite powerful. The door opened and a woman walked in. Eragon greeted her and they began talking like good friends. She got up and walked to the open doors, looking into the hall. She could sense that something was there, but what she wasn't sure of. Out of the shadows, a figure appeared, walking on fours towards her. She squinted her eyes and saw a large, catlike creature. As it entered into the light, she marveled at the sight and at what it was. Her eyes clouded over for a second, remembering a memory she would never forget.

There was another dragon that Master Flanders watched over other than Lamboni. It was a large red dragon with dark eyes with sharp teeth. He was quite dangerous and known for his temper. She had scars on her chest and arms from the red dragon. Plenty of times, the red dragon, Dashinen, had to be drugged several times a day. She remembered a certain day, a couple of days before he had died from drug overuse by Master Flanders. Dashinen had gone mad before he died, growling and humming and foaming at the mouth.

It was early in the afternoon, when she took the dragons (Lamboni and Dashinen) out for thier daily walk. They were allowed a field to lay in the grass. Dashinen was prowling around the interior of the desert, growling repeatedly at the barn, every time he passed it. She remembered thinking that he was crazy. But she quickly had changed her mind when he suddenly went ramped. He crashed down the fence (which wasn't hard nor surprising) and charged for the barn. She had ran after him to see what was up.

All she remembered it a large catlike creature hanging out of Dashinen's mouth. Master Flanders had cursed at the dragon, saying that it had killed a werecat, which were very rare.

The large werecat came into view, staring at Elita. The werecat sort of looked like the one Dashinen ate, but he was also different. He sat down on his haunches, licking his paw and staring at her still. Hello. He suddenly said.

Elita gasped in shock, stepping back. She glanced around uncomfortably before backing up some more. "He won't hurt you." The woman suddenly said to Elita. Elita turned to see Eragon, Saphira, and the woman staring at her.

"Elita, this is Angela. She's a healer." He introduced. Elita nodded before turning around, at the werecat.

"H...hello." Elita told the werecat, which was sitting in the entrance. It nodded to her before staring at Angela.

"Well, I have to go. See you two later, maybe." She said, walking off with the werecat. Eragon hurriedly finished his dinner and they both got on Saphira's back.

Later...

Elita laid on the makeshift bed, which had been given to her. She was suppose to take a room, then sleep away from Saphira and Eragon, but she declined it, saying it was her duty to serve her master. But, she could not sleep. The bed to her was like sleeping on a cloud but she wasn't tired. The Varden wasn't all that she thought it was. To tell you the truth, she was actually disappointed. She stared at the ceiling then at the two sleeping figures.

Suddenly, she heard soft beating, like a small heart just beginning to start. Elita got up looking for the source of the beat. It was coming from her pack which was in the corner with the rest of the saddlebags. She dug her pack out and opened it quietly. The purple stone was glowing brightly, the beating coming within the egg. The veins shimmered brightly. It was quite warm. "What does this mean?" She whispered to herself, settling herself in the bed with the glowing egg.

Then she heard another, startling sound from afar. The sound of scales dragging across the marble floor. She could just see the detailed work on the floor being scratched up by a long, scaled tail. Heavy breathing also was heard. Goosebumps covered her arms. "Cassara," a whispering voice said, dragging it out. It sounded like it came from a mouth of a serpent. Hesitantly she went to look.

The room was empty, no scratches on the floor, nor any sign of anything. She brought her hand to her forehead and her sleeve slipped down, showing her glittering scar.

The dragon in the middle was shining brightly. The other symbols were dim. "Cassara!" The voice, more human, said sharply. She looked up quickly and her head began to burn. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ease the pain.

Two figures appeared in her mind's eyes. A picture of an male elf. And of a man in shadows. The man in the shadows turned towards her. He had intense blue eyes. "Cassara...the egg...James." The man said before both the figures disappeared. Elita blinked and shook her head. Her head didn't hurt anymore and the egg wasn't glowing. Neither was her tattoo. She put the egg up and settled in her bed then fell into a disturbed sleep.

Was that a premonition or someone trying to talk with her? Why was the egg and her tattoo glowing? Review and find out!