Through the long night Kveykva carried Ayiana towards the city, Feinster, which was currently under attack by the Varden, aided by the first rider of a new generation, Eragon and his dragon Saphira.
At dawns first light they saw the ruins of the city as well as the Vardens camp next to it; they had won the battle. Upon further inspection of the city, Ayiana spotted a gorgeous blue dragon standing next to a young man holding a small pouch up to the riding sun.
'That must be Eragon and Saphira.' Kveykva told Ayiana.
'Indeed.' Replied Ayiana. 'Angle more to the south, and remain out of the Vardens sight. If they see you now they will fear you are Shruikan, and I, Galbatorix; and they shall attack us. Galbatorix probably suspects we still live, so if you fly to the Spine we may be able to devise a way to ensure Galbatorix believes us to be dead.'
In response the huge black dragon angled to the south and made way to the Spine. Knowing that secrecy was their greatest ally, Kveykva flapped only if she was to low to the ground or to keep up speed, else she glided most of the way, remaining as close to the ground as her large body allowed to further avoid detection. After three long days of flight spent mostly on circumnavigating every village, city, and groups on the roads they crossed the long mountain range known as the Spine came into view and on the fourth day of travel they finally landed deep within its craggy peaks.
'What are you planning on doing, little rider?' Kveykva asked Ayiana when they landed.
"What I'm going to do is simple enough; I'll recreate a image of my sword, appearing old, weather-torn, and in the utmost need of repairs. Along with that I'll have branches sung into the shapes of an assortment of bones from an elf and dragon, and then I shall use the shape as a focal point to give them the look and feel of bones." Ayiana started.
'And then you will plant those where it is slightly obvious that either Galbatorix or Murtagh will find them.' Kveykva finished. 'And by doing so ensuring that they believe we are dead and then, at the point when the Varden need another surprise-'
"-We come forth as allies to the Varden and at least aid in Galbatorix's death."
'He will never expect the only dragon and rider that could defeat him to return from the grave and aid in his death.' Kveykva said, her gray eyes shining with delight. Suddenly the thudding of wing beats could be heard as Kveykva spun her head up, then backed farther into the trees behind them in an attempt to hide. 'Thorn comes with Murtagh on his back.'
Looking up Ayiana saw the red dragon in the distance. Running to the side of her dragon she pointed her hand up to the mountaintop and summoned forth her magic.
"Rakr!" she yelled. A heavy mist slowly crawled down from the mountain and covered them the sight of Thorn and his rider. She held onto the magic while they watched the shadow of the dragon slowly circle around them, seeming to test the time that the mist stood there. Almost ten minutes passed before the two flew off north, back to Uru'bean. In slight fear and caution Ayiana held onto the magic for another ten minutes to farther ensure that they will not be detected. When everything was silent she released the spell with a sigh of relief and watched as the mist slowly rolled down the rest of the large mountain.
'We had best hurry with our tricks, my little rider, else the next time we will be caught by surprise and our secrecy will be out.' Kveykva warned.
"I was just thinking the same thing, my might dragon. Let us be onto our tricks and hope we are not again caught by surprise."
Kveykva nodded and before long, the tricks were set and Ayiana leaned back against Kveykvas giant foot and thought of their next move.
'We should send note to Eragon and Saphira, so as they are not surprised by our presence.' Suggested Kveykva. 'Write it in the ancient language, and tell him to tell none of our presence, else our plan shall fail.'
"Indeed a good plan, but he will want to come to us and see for his own self with his dragon besides him."
'We need him as an ally, and I'm sure he might have clues to our existence.' Kveykva said with a large yawn.
"Alright, you get some rest and I'll write up a letter for the young rider then summon a bird to carry it to him." Ayiana said as she opened up her bags and took out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink. Laying the parchment down a flat rock she opened the ink container and dipped in her quill.
'Write it in the ancient language, that way he is sure to know that we are indeed his friends.' Kveykva mentioned.
"That was my plan from the start, Kveykva." Ayiana said as she started writing on the parchment.
'Kvetha fricai.
Young Rider, you are hope to all of Alagaësia, but you probably already know that by now and are wondering who sent this.
I am Ayiana, an elven rider who fell into an enchanted sleep during the Fall, and my dragon is Kveykva, the Dragon who hatched from a cracked egg the color of black diamonds. We have only recently awoken from our 100-year slumber to find the land at war and Oromis and Gleadr cut down by Galbatorix in the skin of a rider on a red dragon.
We have set up many spells and other evidence to convince Galbatorix that we are indeed dead and to give the Varden the element of surprise. But in order to do so we must be a little more up-to-date on the events that occurred while we were in our slumber and we request that you and your dragon come to us so that we are prepared for any surprises that might arise.
We are currently camping in the Spines' foothills next to a large clearing; in which you can watch the city Belatona to the north. We advise that you come under the cover of night and tell few of where you are going, for secrecy is our greatest weapon in war.
May your sword stay sharp and the stars watch over you.'
With that Ayiana summoned a bird and asked it to carry the letter to the young rider. Grasping the parchment in its talons the bird flew off towards the Vardens camp by Feinster. With that Ayiana leaned back and produced a black orb that removed shadows from the area around her as night fell. Then she heard what they were waiting for, the thunderous boom of a dragon in flight coming from the south.
Looking up Ayiana spotted the blue dragon as it slowly started for the clearing that she had made her camp and watched it until it landed in front of her, sending blue light across the clearing from the reflections off its scales.
"Welcome young rider and dragon!" Ayiana said as the rider climbed down. She tensed up momentarily as the dragons mind brushed against her own before allowing the two minds to converge.
'Greetings.' Said the dragon. 'I am Saphira daughter of Vervada.'
"And I am Eragon Shadeslayer, son of Brom." The rider said.
"Greetings Eragon and Saphira." Ayiana said. "I am Ayiana."
'And I am Kveykva, of the cracked egg.' Her dragon said, sliding her head into the clearing. Saphira was almost the same size of her head.
Eragon bowed slightly while keeping his eyes on Kveykvas enormous size.
"Pleasure to meet you both, Ayiana svit-kona and Kveykva bjartskular." He said.
"Pleasure to meet you to, Eragon Finiarel and Saphira bjartskular." Ayiana replied.
'Enough of pleasurable chat.' Kveykva said. 'Let us be on with why we have asked you to come here; what has happened in the past 100 years?'
"Of course." Said Eragon. "All the Wyrdfell are dead, and that rider on the red dragon is Murtagh, my half-brother, and the dragon is Thorn. The dwarven king is Orik, my adoptive brother and the raz'ac and lethrblaka are destroyed alongside Carvahall."
Ayiana nodded as he finished the short narrative. "And now only one egg remains and he's in Galbatorixs' keep and the Varden, elves, and dwarves are at war against him for the fate of Alagaësia." She finished.
'No matter what happens I will free that egg!' Saphira stated forcefully.
'Be calm, little hatchling.' Kveykva said. 'Anger only makes one make hasty decisions. I know how you feel, but tearing down Uru'bean to save the egg at this moment is not the best choice for you will waste all your strength and will not live to see the egg.'
'And what do you suggest then?' Saphira asked.
"We must confer with the leader of the Varden and the king of Surda before we know if our plans might succeed." Ayiana answered.
"Of course," Eragon said. "I will talk to Nasuada in the morning and see if she will talk with you."
"It should be at night, Kveykva is easy to spot in broad daylight, and closer to the edge of camp."
"Indeed, I shall send you word tomorrow then. Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass!" With that Eragon climed onto Saphiras saddle and flew off to the Vardens camp.