Hey I'm back, I am really sorry it took so long. lot of stuff been happening in my life, which is honestly all just excuses to make me feel better for not writing. I'm really sorry.

I've edited the past chapters though I haven't posted them yet. I still need names for the dragons, I'm terrible at names and if anyone can help I would really appreciate it. I have most of the next chapter written, half of the chapter after that as well, so you can expect some more chapters soon and the edited ones too.

I'm sorry it's taken me two years to write a single chapter :( it won't happen again.

Lost Doors

We didn't fly far. The dragons were too small and the only reason they were able to lift us was because of our incredibly light weight.

Once we were a few minutes out of sight I ordered us to land. After we'd clambered off our dragons I convinced everyone to fly in another direction so as to lose any followers. We flew a mile or so till my head began to feel faint from blood loss and Fang made us stop.

The area we landed in was dense with dark green foliage, and small orange flowers. I let Iggy see to my sword cut, he cleaned and stitched it up neatly and lectured me on how I could avoid making the scar worse.

I sent Gazzy and Nudge along with their dragons to scout our area, while Fang sat in the tallest tree watching the darkening sky. We couldn't have a fire to night, despite the thick green canopy above which would hide a lot of the smoke; we were just too close to where we'd left Eragon and Saphira.

Nudge returned shortly and informed us that she and Gazzy had found something that I needed to see. "What is it?" I asked as we walked.

"Well Gaz and I were doing what you told us, making sure no-one is around and looking for stuff," she looked at me for confirmation so I nodded. "Yeah, so anyway we came to this really this bushy stuff with spikes, and we couldn't get through it and Gazzy suggested we go under it cause, you know when bushes and stuff have that space between the dirt and the branches? Gaz thought we should squeeze through that, and I didn't want to get my clothes all ruined with mud but when I said so he just said they were already ruined, and they are! The flyboys owe me a new shirt, and look at my skirt its got oil stains all over it…"

Eventually we come to the described bush, still having no idea what was beyond it. We crouched down then wiggled our way under. "Hey Nudge? That you?" Gazzy asked as we came closer. I couldn't see him but as we squirmed our way forwards eventually I saw the hole.

It wasn't really a hole, but stone stairs carved into the ground. They had the look of being neglected and no use over the last decade or so. There were about ten stairs leading down to a thick wooden door.

The Gasman stood by the old door picking at the lock. Iggy had been giving him lessons but they hadn't progressed much by the look of it.

"What's in there?" I asked curious to what could be hidden in the middle of nowhere.

Gazzy turned from the door, "Don't know. I'm hoping for treasure!"

Smiling I said "And what would we do with that treasure?"

"Sell it and buy a mansion with a pool and tons of sky and no neighbours! We could even make a pile of gold and jemstones for the dragons to sleep on, don't all the stories say that?"

"sounds like a plan" I said laughing. "now let's open this door."

I shoved my shoulder into the door, it gave a pained creek but otherwise held. I pushed harder. Gazzy and Nudge lent their strength. Together we struggled but the door held firm.

Stepping back I considered our options. We could go back and get Iggy to pick the door or Fang to try force it open. Gazzy could probably blow it open but that could make the ceiling inside unstable. I could try light it on fire, that could catch on anything inside and I wasn't very sure I could do it anyway.

Stuck with my unwillingness to crawl under the thorns any more than necessary. I studied the door. It was solid wood, originally painted a green colour, though most of the paint had faded or rotted off. Brown vines stretched across and when I moved them some were green inside while others crumbled as though they'd been here so long they'd turned to stone.

Beneath the spidery vines I could make out carvings. In the limited light they were hard to see but when I traced them with my finger I recognised them as the symbol on my hand.

On pure instinct I asked Nudge and Gazzy to place their marked hand on a symbol. Oddly it turned out there were three of the carvings. With all our palms placed over the symbols the wood began to warm. I heard a gasp from Nudge and looking over I saw a key appear in the lock.

"Nudge" I said, "turn the key."

A numbness began to creep up my arm and bright light glowed from beneath our three hands. Shakily Nudge reached out to the key with her non-glowing hand and twisted the key a quarter of the way before it stopped, Nudge twisted harder, nothing happened.

"the other way" Gazzy said trembling from the numbness spreading up his arm.

The key turned the other way and a loud thunking sounded as the latch released the lock. The door swung open.