Ok. This time, I actually wrote a piece of the story! I can't promise regular updates, especially with my major English paper finally in full swing, but it definitely won't be months… I really hope. Thanks for the dragon names

Peter sat poking the fire with a stick, lost in thought over what had just transpired. He and his sister had just been thrown into the world alone, with just the clothes on their backs, his bow and arrow, and the berries Areyna hadn't spilled when she dropped the basket.

He didn't care to think about what had happened to his parents and younger brother. What he needed to focus on now was his sister. Mourning would be possible only after they had reached Surda, where the rumor had it the Varden was located now.

After assuring himself that the fire from the campsite they had created couldn't be seen through the trees, he allowed himself to relax. He looked over at Areyna. Her blonde hair provided a shield concealing her face. He couldn't read the emotions there but he presumed they were much like his own. Fear and uncertainty being the most prominent.

"What now Peter?" she questioned.

"We're going to the Varden," he answered automatically, though he knew that wasn't what she was looking for.

"That's not what I mean. We were always supported by some outside force in our lives. Our parents, friends, elders. We don't have that anymore. It is a vast world out there. Can we navigate it by ourselves?"

He shrugged. Honesty was a large part of their relationship. They had made it a policy never to lie to each other, while the rest of the world lied to them. He knew at least he could trust her. Most of the time that was enough.

"I can't tell you that now, Areyna. But I will protect you. And…" He indicated the dragon.

A wrinkle appeared in Areyna's brow. "I still haven't decided what to call him yet."

"How do you know it's a male?"

"I just do, somehow. It's as if he's speaking to me."

"We'll decide on something another day," Peter decided. "For now, we shouldn't tarry in one place for very long." With that, he rolled over on the ground and tried to sleep. It evaded him and his sister. He could see her eyes glowing in the dark. The time where they had shared everything had passed. Peter had the suspicion that she was headed somewhere he could never hope to follow. But he would be there for her, every step of what appeared to be a very long journey ahead.

I know that was short. This was basically a filler chapter I guess. I thought it would be interesting to view things a bit from Peter's side. Reviews are always welcome! Well, more than welcome. They help feed my muse, which must be comatose at the moment. And since I forgot to write a disclaimer, I don't own Eragon or any of the Inheritance Cycle. Just Areyna and Peter.

I have a suspicion the author's notes are going to be longer than the actual story…