Chp. (wait, what chapter is this again? Oh yeah.) 9

Eragon felt Saphira's question in his mind, what had made him so happy? So Eragon mentally showed her the note. He felt amusement coming from Saphira. When he questioned her, she said, Eragon, you know that she loves you, why get so worked up over seeing it in writing?

Eragon replied with, it was implied, but… well, its hard to explain, just that I wasn't sure, not until she told me, even if she had just said it in a roundabout way would have been enough.

I doubt that I will ever know everything about your kind, Eragon.

Eragon chuckled slightly to himself at that, realizing that it was probably the truest statement anyone could make.

Nasuada and Murtagh had finally finished their conversation, so Eragon reclaimed his mirror. Then he cast the spell that would allow him to contact King Orik. The dwarf who was in charge of the mirror that Eragon had contacted was surprised to see an elf in the mirror, and even more surprised when it turned out to be a dragon rider, the one who had killed Galbatorix, and also the king's foster brother.

"Argetlam." The dwarf said nervously.

Eragon greeted him, and then asked, "may I speak with King Orik?"

The dwarf seemed to become a little more nervous at that, but said, "I shall get him, but he might be busy."

Eragon nodded his head, "if he is busy or sleeping, do not disturb him."

The dwarf looked slightly relieved. "Wait just a moment." Then he disappeared out of Eragon's view. A few minutes later, Orik's face came into view.

"Eragon! It is good to see you." Orik said.

"it is good to see you as well, Orik." Eragon said sincerely.

"though it is good to see you, why have you contacted me through this mirror instead of the one binded to yours at Vokmor?" Orik asked.

"I am not currently at Vokmor, instead I am camped somewhere along the river. It seems that I will be allowed to return for a visit after all." Eragon said.

Orik's face split into a large smile. "Well, this is unexpected. When shall you arrive in Alagaesia? And where may we meet you?"

"I should be arriving with my student in a few days, we plan to visit all races and capitals while here. We should enter Alagaesia between Ceris and Hedarth."

"We shall meet you there, brother of mine heart."

Their conversation continued, and turned to the young dwarf who had been watching the mirror that Eragon now spoke through. It seems that he had just begun his training to become a magician, and that explained why he had been so nervous to speak to Eragon.

"he speaks common well."Eragon commented. (I don't want to call it English because it may not be, just going with common.)

Orik grunted, "aye, he does, but only because he grew up speaking it as well as Dwarvish."

The talk of the young dwarf ended, and so did their conversation. Eragon returned the mirror to Saphira's saddlebags. When he did he noticed that the egg wasn't there. Verging on panic, Eragon turned to see the golden egg held by Aviella. She was speaking to it, telling it some of her memories that she was proud of. Satisfied that the egg was safe, Eragon settled down for the night underneath Saphira's wing.

Good night Saphira

Good night little one.

The next morning, three dragons and riders set out from their campsite. Murtagh had cast a spell over himself and Thorn to hide them from sight. As they were technically hated enemies, it was a wise decision. It only took three days more of flying to reach Alagaesia. Soon the dwarves came into view, a line of rafts floating up Edda River from the Az Ragni. When Eragon, Saphira, Aviella, and Naille landed, Murtagh and Thorn went on to hide somewhere in the woods. The dwarves were very happy to see Eragon again, and equally happy to meet Aviella. She spoke fluent dwarvish to them, and turned out to be very knowledgeable about the stone and gems that the dwarves mined and turned into jewelry and other such things. Soon she was surrounded by a small crowd of dwarves who took her off to the side to continue to discuss stones.

The food the dwarves brought and served was delicious, and the company was fantastic. Eragon wondered how he ever could stand to leave the merriment, but fortunately, the dwarves would accompany them to Du Weldenvarden.

When they arrived in the elves' forest, the merriment began again. The elves did indeed sing more songs about Saphira, and many began to prepare songs about the not-yet-hatched golden egg.

More importantly, at least, to Eragon and Saphira, Arya and Firnen were there to greet them, and accompanied them throughout. When the elves and dwarves gathered around the Menoa tree to watch performers, Eragon and Arya sat next to each other. Saphira and Firnen were inseparable. Aviella was speaking to a group of elves and dwarves alike, apparently telling a story of some kind. Whatever it was, she had made it humorous, because the entire group laughed. Eventually, Aviella took out the egg. One of the dwarves reached out to stroke the egg, as several others had done.

A crack appeared in the egg.

Instantly the festivities stopped. Everyone froze. Aviella calmly placed the egg on the ground and backed away. Soon a small dragon head poked out. The golden dragon looked like Glaedr had when he had still been clothed in flesh. Darker, golden scales covered the head and back. The spikes were almost white, but would darken in a few moments. Lighter golden scales adorned the underside of the dragon. The wings, when folded, looked almost like molten gold. When spread, they would be like parchment.

Eragon and Arya crossed over to where the crowd surrounded the new baby dragon. No one reached out to it. The dragon, having freed itself from the egg, looked around. He, for it was a male, began to pad in one direction, then stopped, and turned. Finally having found what it was looking for, the golden dragon walked over to where a dwarf was standing. The dragon stood in front of the dwarf. The dwarf tentatively reached out a hand with a glance at Eragon and Aviella. Both nodded encouragingly, so the dwarf touched the dragon on the snout.

Soon he was marked with a gedway ignasia that marked him as a rider.

The new rider picked up the small dragon, which proceeded to climb onto his shoulder and stay there, like a parrot. Aviella led the dwarf into the woods, where he could recover.

The festivities resumed, with a bit more than before, for there was a new dragon and rider.

Well? Did I manage a decent job on this one? I wanted to go ahead and get the new rider in, but I seriously considered making you wait until the next chapter. Lucky for you, I did not. But you do have to wait until next chapter for their names. Let me know what you think, and I shall have a new chapter in a week! (or less, depending on how much time I have left to my own devices.)

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OC!

I forgot to respond to reviews! Omg don't kill me!

Llfan: here, it hatched! I might make Nasuada immortal, but not until she is off the throne, gotta remember Galbatorix. While I do not think that Nasuada is anything like him, still want to avoid that scenario. Thank you so much!

Tudor: wait, really? Omg thank you! You get a digital cookie. Digital because I cannot cook. I wont be pairing Murtagh and Aviella, because Murtagh is already in love with Nasuada. Good idea though.

Lightningkid333:yes!

Neimad Do'Urden: you remind me of myself. That's a good thing. Don't be giving away the future now! I can slow it down some, but I just now actually got into the main plot in this story…. I wonder just how long it will be… glad I kept the characters themselves!

Mike: thank you. I just like long ones myself, and I cant write short ones.

I think that is everyone….. if I missed you I am terribly sorry and feel free to take a consolation cookie.