A/N: Another thing I really don't like about the movie is probably the fact that arya... IS BLOND!! She's supposed to have looong black hair kept back with a leather strip! And! What is up with her personality!! she's supposed to be serious, in this she is totally flirty, kinda giving Eragon sly smiles everyone in awhile... its disgusting!! And I mean... how lame is the line from Eragon to Arya: "You look long pause looking up and down her hot bod (i'm not a lesbian) fit for battle" LAME-O!! everyone can feel free to tell me to stop trashing the movie now... BUT! that Ed Speleers... CuTiE!!! Too bad he had to have his first movie be that bad... It would have been better had i not read the book first... but ya know, the book is too hard to pass up.

Dreamin' Angel: I thought of that name too!! But Cowen is shorter and takes just that little bit less of a time to type, and yeah... u picked my top 2 choices too!! Yeah... that fact that her father is the most hated/ feared man in the country I'd say she's pretty damn afraid of having a dragon. She's also kind of afraid that she'll... yeah nvm i'll mention it in this chapter I PROMISE!! Murtagh is a cutie!! but I still cant decide if I want her to eventually fall in love with him or if I'll have her fall in love with about 3 other choices I've come up with.

And now for Eragon's pov in third person!!

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A girl, not much younger than himself, crouched in the center of a blazing golden fire. But this fire was different, it pooled around the girl, gaining ground on her. Her large green eyes met his brown ones, both had blonde hair whipping around their faces. She lifted her hand as if to shield herself from the sweltering heat of the fire. And there, he saw, a glittering silver, gedwey ignasia. In shock he called out to her, but she had already disappeared, leaving the liquid fire in its own puddle. Out of curiosity he drew closer to it, only to find it too had disappeared, in its place was a small silver dagger with an emerald gem studded to the hilt. He stared around this dream world for a moment, but before he could search for anymore clues as to the young girl's identity the forest around him disappeared and—

He awoke with a start. Sweat soaked his tunic, and matted down his blond hair to his forehead. He quickly lifted himself out of bed and splashed his face with cool water from a basin by the side of this cot.

Is something bothering you, little one? A soft woman's voice asked inside his mind.

Eragon smiled to himself and shook his head. It never ceased to amaze him how well Saphira knew him. He quickly explained what had happened in his dream.

It felt like the dreams I had of me and Murtagh, and Arya. It seemed so real... but the fact that she disappeared so suddenly, makes me wonder if I am going crazy. He said through his mental link with his dragon. I've never seen her before... just as I had never seen Arya.

The tent flap suddenly opened and Eragon broke his link with Saphira in an effort to focus his attention on his distressed cousin, Roran. Roran glared at Eragon before quickly pulling off a dirty woolen shirt and tossing it to the ground beneath the second cot in the tent. He threw back his shaggy blond hair and scrunched his newly healed arm to look at his bulging muscle more clearly.

"Yes, you are fit as a fiddle." Eragon growled pulling his new steel sword from beside his cot. He slowly lifted it above his head and brought it down as if to give a death blow to an enemy soldier. He marveled at how well his wound from Durza had healed every day, and still wondered how he had survived all those seizures earlier that year. With the strength and willpower of your dragon, and your heart. he answered himself with a slight smile tugging his lips.

"As are you, brother." Roran commented watching Eragon's lithe muscles ripple with each movement he conducted with his sword.

Eragon smiled and dropped the sword next to the belt of Beloth the Wise. He slowly bent into the different stretches starting with the first and ending with the fourth level of the Rimgar. He wallowed in the calm stretches, clearing his mind, making room for the new information of his heritage to soak into his consciousness.

Saphira! He called with his mind, searching for their connection again.

Yes, little one? she replied, clearly irritated by his sudden change in interest from his cousin to her.

I've been thinking— Eragon started

Oh, no. That's never a good sign Try not to hurt yourself too much. she joked.

Ignoring her interruption he continued, I want to return to Ellesmera before going to find Katrina. That way Roran may be able to recuperate from his loss of Katrina and train with the elves, that way we can both become stronger. I with magic, new maneuvers, and swordsmanship; and Roran with hand to hand combat, and swordsmanship.

He felt Saphira's disapproval through their mental link although she did not word it. I think that you should do whatever you feel is right. But also take into consideration Roran's feelings for Katrina, and the fact that you have shown him a vision of her clearly not in the paradise he had promised her.

Eragon lifted his eyes to look at Roran across the room, studying the scrolls that he had left laying open on his bed. It did not disturb him that he was seeing very important and confidential documents for he knew that his cousin did not know his letters in his native tongue much less in the Ancient Language. "I don't think you'll be able to understand what is written on that." Eragon voiced, startling Roran out of his silent stupor over the scroll.

"I know, I do so wish to be able to someday... this seems like a fairly important document," he replied acknowledging the broken red seal. "What does it say?"

Eragon lowered his eyes... It had been 2 weeks since the battle where Roran had killed the magical twins and Eragon had found out about his heritage... his cousin had waited patiently for them to move on with their lives and rescue Katrina since then. He deserves to know, Eragon thought darkly to himself. After all we've been through. "It's a letter from Arya Svit-kona."

Roran smiled, "Ah... I see... And what does she want from you, Eragon, that she should resort to writing a letter? She is only three tents over from us." He searched Eragon's face for a trace of some kind of emotion other than the calm, or unreadable mask that he had been receiving for the past days. "Is this a love letter, Eragon?" He joked.

Eragon's stoic face broke into different emotions, that of love, horror, desire, shame, and back to impassiveness again. "We are not like that, Roran." he whispered harshly with such a slight waver in his voice Roran wondered if he imagined it. "I must focus on my duties, I have not a moment to spare for love, lust, or any other desires of the opposite gender."

Roran was taken aback by his cousin's urgent, uncertain voice. It sounded like Eragon was trying to convince himself of the words coming out of his own mouth. "I am sorry for the assumption, Eragon."

Roran felt that ever since he had been reunited with his cousin he no longer knew him. Eragon had certainly changed from the young boy he once knew in Carvahall into a man with more responsibilities than he can keep track of. Whenever they went walking around the battlefield together any person around would rise and bow to him with greetings such as "Argetlam," "Shadeslayer," "Shur'tugal," "Rider," and even "Master". Where Roran once had more authority over Eragon, he was now under the jurisdiction of his younger cousin. People often came to the tent they shared to bring their problems to Eragon hoping for him to bring a slight amount of peace among the chaos that surrounded them. He remembered with small amusement when a young man came to Eragon asking permission to marry a young maid, to which Eragon replied that he must ask the maid's father for her hand in order to be given a true lover's blessing. No matter what Eragon did he thought it through very carefully and always gave a wise answer, even if it angered the person he was answering to. Roran no longer knew Eragon of Carvahall... now he was seeking to make a friendship with Eragon Shadeslayer, the new Dragon Rider. He felt like he should be serving Eragon in any way possible, walking three paces behind him in respect, speaking to him as he would speak to a noble man... but there he was, standing next to him, living in the same tent, although he always made certain to speak to him as respectfully as would while speaking with Arya Svit-kona, Princess of the elves, or Lady Nasuada, Queen of the Varden.

Roran also no longer feared Saphira as he did in the beginning, she spoke with him from time to time of their adventures, fighting with Brom, the surprise of meeting Murtagh, the pleasures of flying among the cotton clouds in the sky, the freedom and peace that she and Eragon felt while dancing in the diamond studded black veil of the night. Roran was always in a world of tranquility and safety when he was around Eragon and Saphira... he almost felt as if they were his protection against the anger, and sorrow that was welded to his heart.

Uncertainly, Eragon pulled himself into a standing position and shrugged off the apology. "It's alright, Roran. But as I really must speak to Orik before..." He trailed off pulling another shirt over his back, barely glancing at Roran.

"Before... what?" Roran pressed. At his cousin's slight discomfort he stood and placed his hand's on his shoulders. "Whatever is troubling you, it is alright to tell me."

Eragon's blond head bobbed from behind the cot while he was searching for his other boot. He sighed and sat on the bed pulling the found leather piece over his foot and calf. "Roran... I plead that you won't become angry... Arya wants me to return to Ellesmera before the week is out, in order to complete my training with my master, Oromis." Because of his vow in the Ancient Language to Queen Islanzadi he did not go into anymore depth about his master being the only surviving Rider from the days of when Galbatorix killed them all off. When Eragon sensed that Roran would not say anything he went on, "I am going to ask you to come with me, Roran.You and I can ride on Saphira... It will be about a week's ride. From there we can train together in swords, hand to hand combat, and archery. That way when we make it to Helgrind, where I am assuming Katrina is, we will be strong enough to defeat the Raz'ac and get Katrina out of there."

Roran did not meet Eragon's eyes for a moment, obvious confusion riddling his features. Finally he nodded, "I trust your judgement, brother, but I must ask how long I will be wasting my time among the elves who cowardly hide behind the jade walls of Du Weldenvarden. If I have not proven to you once, I must have proven it to you four times over, I am well fit enough to fight against anything that keeps me from Katrina."

Eragon groped for the rage he knew was about to explode from his lips. He drew from Saphira's strength to keep him composed in front of his cousin. "The elves do not agree with the outside world that Galbatorix has built. They do not hide for fear of not being able to survive while Alagaesia is overridden with humans... They hide for fear of Galbatorix forcing out their magical secrets, making him more powerful over all of the planet. They hide for fear of our lives... They hide to keep us safe from a man capapble of becoming powerful enough to wipe out an entire country of people, such as the Varden, without tiring an inkling, wheras as I tire when healing a group of 10-15 people at at time."

Again Roran experienced the wisdom of Eragon and his choices. All of the things that Eragon did was somehow that much better than himself. "I am deeply sorry, Eragon. I let my anger get away with me. I am bent on finding Katrina... If I dont—" tears formed at the corners of Roran's eyes as he turned away, protecting his pride as a man. "I will go with you to Ellesmera, Eragon. As long as you promise me that we will rescue Katrina."

Eragon nodded and pulled on his belt and sheathed sword, "Vel eïnradhin iet ai Shur'tugal." Roran cocked his head to the side in question. "Upon my word as a Rider." he translated.

Another thing Roran had to learn quickly... Many of the occasions that Eragon was promising someone to do something he did so in the ancient language. Even if the person he was making a promise to did not understand, they knew he was going to keep that promise, for no one is capable of lying while speaking the Ancient Language.

"When will we leave?" Roran inquired, receiving a grateful smile from his cousin in response.

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(Arien's POV)

My eyes scanned the surroundings. Trees... many many trees with golden-green light filtering through the tree tops. There were small animal bones with visible evidence of teeth marks littering the forest floor making me sick to my stomache, never before had I seen an animal's insides strewn around in a mess, it had always been in a nice small, orderly pile after being cleaned by small bites with no teeth marks. I held my nose up in distaste as rotten meat reached my senses.

Yes I will definately become sick. I thought angrily, throwing my cape around my face to keep the reek from contaminating my mind any more than usual.

An entire fortnight had passed since the egg had hatched and it was the first time since then that I had seen my emerald beauty. A lot had changed since then. He was nearly as high as my shoulder, three times the size since his hatching. I was astonished to see how much the little beast had grown.

I sat high in a tree with my dragon while my brother remained down below, burying the bones and old flesh of the eaten creatures. I spoke to the dragon, telling him of my day and how my sisters and father and betrothed were faring.

"Murtagh left just a day after we met to go to some kind of battle. He said that he would come back soon but you know how those things turn out... personally I'm hoping that he won't be hurt to much but just enough to not be able to talk for those torterous visits I am forced to endure every night with him..."

And on the conversations went. Halfway through my story of how Emmalina had somehow gotten a large dead spider underneath her pillow the night she had told father about my random journey's into the courtyard to spar with Colemnae during the early morning hours, a slight feeling of a calm alien being touched my mind. I gasped and drew away throwing up a vast amount of defenses around me. The emerald dragon next to me drew back as well and squeaked in protest. He leaned foreward and pressed his nose to my forehead as the alien feeling touched my mind again, this time I allowed it to enter. Arien, said a calm man's voice. I gulped as I answered in my own mind and mouth, "Yes?"

"I didn't say anything, Arien." Colemnae said climbing up the tree next to me, "I was just grunting because it was difficult to climb this tree... how did you do it anyways? You are certainly weaker than I—"

"Hush up, Colemnae, and listen." I whispered gazing at my dragon. "Say it again" I said with my mind and my mouth.

Arien.

I wriggled excitedly and grasped Colemnae's arm, "Did you hear him!! He said my name!!"

Colemnae loosened my grip and looked at me as if I had three heads, "Are you ill, Arien?"

I scowled and turned away, "I'm fine! He said my name! I'm not going mad!! I heard it in my head!"

Like this? Colemnae's voice entered my mind as well as the other voice repeating my name.

"YES!! Exactly!!" I said delighted he understood, "See! I'm not mad!"

"Ask him his name." Colemnae said, turning back to his normal speach, "Ask him with your mind."

Arien. The voice said again. I glared at the dragon becoming increasingly annoyed.

"Please tell me that you can say more words than just my name." I said out loud.

Few.

I smiled, his obvious sarcasm lightening my mood. What is your name? I dared to ask through the mental string that seemed to have connected us. In response there was a shrug that brushed by our mental link.

"He doesn't know." I said to Colemnae, quickly explaining the mental shrug that I had felt.

"Well... tell him the list of names you have in mind."

Alright, dragon. I said, I will be calling you that until I can find you a proper name, is that clear, dragon? There was a slight emotion of frustration through our mental link before he agreed. Good, alright so... Dei? he shook his head, Corann? his response was the same all through the list of names, Aluanos, Abelio, Cowen? I couldn't help but feel the slight amount of amusement coming out of his mind and entering mine. I growled in frustration and finally said, Telemnar?

The reaction was amazing, a feeling of happiness mixed with pride emenated from the dragon's mind and into my own. He chirped with joy and swung off of the tree and flew around the clearing a few times, the reaction reminded me of a victory lap my brother or Murtagh take around the sparring field every time one or the other wins a match.

I laughed as I told Colemnae his name, "Telemnar! It is such a beautiful name! Dont' you agree, Colemnae?" But he wasn't paying attention to me... he was busy watching Telemnar swing around the clearing with the grace and ease of a snake on rocky land.

I smiled, Hello, Telmnar, I greeted, My name is Arien Lithelen Anwamane, and I am your Rider.

The dragon perched himself on a branch opposite of myself, Hello, Arien, he greeted in turn, My name is Tlemnar, and I am your dragon.

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A/N: okie dokie! so what does everyone think? Is it good? What should i do next! suggestions suggestions!! and if you dont like the name Telmnar deal with it becaus eI went with my voter Dreamin Angel and she was the only one who voted!! YAY!! Plus I was going to have to choose that one anyways!!! SO HA!!!

please R&R