A/N: hi everyone. I'm back, thank you to everyone who reviewed. I would thank you all individually but that takes to long and my sister wants the computer. Aren't you proud of me I have managed to update in less than two weeks.

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Ch.8 Chapter 7

Eragon was standing in the middle of a battle field he new all too well. He was standing on the scarlet sand of the burning plains. At first Eragon thought it was a memory but then he realized it was entirely different.

In front, of him a huge amethyst dragon was fighting a slightly smaller but equally intimidating emerald one. He had seen neither before. Eragon stood confused. There was only one dragon egg left and Shruiken was black. So why did two completely new dragons fight before him.

Eragon looked next to the dragons and saw a raven haired female fighting a blond male who was about an inch taller. He couldn't tell who they were but he thought he recognized the female rider. He new of no other rider aside from Murtagh. Yet she seemed so familiar.

He watched the two fight, the mysterious female rider's ebony pony tail whipping around in the wind.

He tried to find out who she was, but she was facing her back to him.

They were clearly riders, but Eragon could not tell whose dragon was which. She was so graceful that Eragon assumed she was an elf and yet … he could not tell who it was.

Eragon just watched as the two riders fought, both trying to gain the advantage. Then the mysterious black haired rider sliced the others thigh causing him to fall to his knees, leaving him at the mercy of the black haired rider.

Eragon watched himself run to the black haired rider, just as she was about to stab the blond man. He watched himself take her shoulders and talk to her, slowly turning her towards him. Then silently the blond stood and lifted his sword. Eragon (the one watching the dream) screamed to them to look out and –

Eragon woke up screaming. He was drenched with sweat and crying, unable to comprehend what he had just seen. Who were they? How could there be two more riders when there was only one egg? Why had he stopped her from killing the blond rider? What could have been that important? These questions kept running through his head until…

"Eragon."

"ERAGON!" He looked up. Arya and Saphira were looking at him worriedly.

"Eragon," Arya said again except this time more gently. "What happened? We were all asleep and then suddenly you started tossing and turning. You woke Saphira and me up. We held you still and called to you but you wouldn't wake. You just kept tossing about and crying. It took all my strength to keep you down and stop you from hurting yourself."

Eragon looked around dazed. He sat up then held his knees to his chest.

"Tell us what happened little one. What is wrong?"

Eragon looked into their faces and saw the worry in both their eyes. Then he answered.

"There is nothing wrong, for now. I had a dream, but I think it was more than that. I think I had a premonition."

The two looked at him questioningly.

"Look, it's just last time I had a dream like this, it came to pass. It happened. I've learned to trust dreams like this. Every time I have a dream of this sort, it's either happening elsewhere or it's going to happen. It may sound crazy but I know that wasn't just a regular dream."

"What happened?" asked Arya worriedly. If it had caused him to act like that, their future can't be very pleasant.

Eragon told them every last part of his dream. How he was positive he knew the raven haired rider. He just wasn't sure where from. How he didn't see her face. Also, how he was almost positive she was an elf. She had grace that a normal human did not possess.

When he had finished, Arya asked the same question that had been plaguing Eragon's mind since the dream. "How could there be 2 new riders if there is only one egg left and it is in Galbatorix's possession."

"I don't know. I've been asking myself the same question."

"Maybe Galbatorix has a second egg, but he has kept it a secret."

"Maybe," Eragon said. "But if that is it then how did she escape or steal the egg. They are guarded by magic as powerful as Galbatorix himself."

"I don't know. But it worries me that there is at least one other rider running loose around Alagaësia."

"I know. We can worry about that in the morning but right now we need to sleep. We have a full day of travelling ahead of us."

"OK, she is right. We need to sleep."

As soon as Saphira said that, Eragon wriggled over to curl up against her warm side.

"There is room for one more." Eragon said with a laugh as Arya went to get out a bed roll.

Arya smiled and walked over, leaning against Saphira. Arya leant her head on Eragon's shoulder and Eragon put his arm around her waist. Eragon closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having her next to him. Saphira once again put her wing over the two wondering what had changed her. Why did she act like this? Why now?

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When daylight hit their camp Eragon, Arya and Saphira packed up their camp. As Saphira bounded into the sky, Eragon realized something.

"I know a way we may be able to find the riders."

Eragon turned to face Arya whose face showed a look of confusion.

"How?" she asked.

"Scrying."

"It won't work. You need to have seen someone to scry."

"No, you don't. Or at least not in person."

"How do you know that?"

"Because that is how I found you. I saw you in a dream and then when Bro-, Eragon allowed a tear to fall down his cheek. It still hurt to mention him after all this time. "When I was taught to scry, I tried searching for you. I had seen you in a dream but it had seemed so real, I knew it had to be. And it worked. I saw you sitting in your cell, because I had seen you and the cell in a dream."

"Amazing. Premonitions in dreams have occurred before but rarely, maybe 3 or 4 times before. But I have never heard of someone scrying in their sleep."

"I know. That is what Brom," Eragon managed to get the name out without a tear falling- "said, he told me it was really strange."

"Well, I suppose we could try it. We have no other options, and it is important that we find these riders as soon as possible."

"That was a very good idea Eragon. But I think it wise you wait till we arrive in Farthen Dǔr. Also, I think you should not tell anyone except Oromis."

"What did Saphira say?"

"She said it was best if we wait until we get to Farthen Dur before we try to scry the new rider. And we should keep it to ourselves."

"She is right. We won't be able to do anything until after the funeral anyway. And if the word gets out, it could cause disruption within the Varden." There was silence for a few moments before-

"Do you know how the dwarves choose their kings?" Eragon asked, surprising Arya with the complete change of topic.

"No, all I know is that the new king will be chosen from amongst the clan chiefs."

"Does that mean Orik will probably be a candidate?"

"I don't know. It depends."

Eragon nodded before turning to face ahead.

From there they flew in silence, pondering what the future might hold for them.

A/N: well that is all for now. The more you review the more inclined I will be to update sooner. Any way I hope you liked it. Any way review and tell me what you thought. If you did not like it please tell me how I could improve.

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