Hi! Last chapter of Part 1, here we go!

Istalri's POV

Rider-friend-soul mate-little one fell. But she must catch the other first. A white hot passion began to pulse through her veins. Magic. With a flick of thought, Veyna and Nuaen halted in midair—Veyna hanging aloft, Nuaen struggling with all her might to get away. Istalri folded her wings tight against her body and dove. The green streak hurtled downward. As she neared, she could see Kyra's eyes were shut tight, searching frantically beneath her eyelids. Had Istalri been the cursing type, she would have swore that her magic has only halted Veyna and Nuaen. But she was a dragon, and no respectable dragon dabbled in such meaningless things. Besides, she couldn't control the magic running through her veins. If it decided to stop only two of the three, so be it. She had work to do.

Istalri gently maneuvered herself underneath the falling Rider but underestimated the elf's fall. As they neared dangerously close to the ground, Kyra dropped into the soft, leathery folds of Istalri's wing as the dragon whooshed past her, but rolled off just as quickly. The girl crashed down through the trees, Istalri only catching her once she had been through them, battered and barely breathing. Istalri set her down gently, then soared back into the sky, making a beeline for her Rider. She aligned herself perfectly and released the magic holding her. Veyna fell in a scattered heap onto Istalri's back.

Thank you, Veyna shuddered. She shifted position and tapped Istalri's scales. Joining their minds, they shouted: Staria! Adura! Soetrí! Chinr!

Hoping their call would be heard, Istalri turned and flew towards Nuaen, who had not ceased fighting against Istalri's magic. It seemed a green mist swirled around her, foiling her every attempt at escape. With a burst of golden fire, red-Bjartskular-Chinr swooped out of the sky, blue-dazzling-Adura at his side. The two surrounded Nuaen, besieging her with questions and trying to subdue her into a calmer mood. Istalri shot forward to help.

Veyna's POV

Treat Kyra, Staria ordered, We'll take care of her.

Veyna nodded, directing Istalri down toward the ground instead. What she saw there nearly froze her heart. Her sister lay on the ground, head twisted oddly to one side, lacerations covering her slim body. Her eyes were still closed but no longer moved.

"Kyra!" Veyna cried, falling to her knees beside her twin. She immediately began healing her sister's body, but the injuries proved too much for her to handle. Her sister's ribs were cracked and broken, with internal bleeding pretty much everywhere. Istalri melded her mind with Veyna's, but she could do little more than stop some of the bleeding.

Not long after, Adura and Chinr alighted upon the ground, both dragging a tail-drooping, utterly exhausted Nuaen with them. Staria wiped some sweat of her brow and knelt down by Kyra. She spoke a few words in the ancient language, placing her hand over Kyra's heart. The slight tension in Kyra's body left her, leaving her physically unmarked.

"I've put her in a normally-self-induced coma," Staria announced, "We won't be able to heal her completely here. But it'll keep her until we get back to Gedwëy Evarínya."

"What about Nuaen?" Veyna asked.

"I don't know what's happened to her," Soetrí answered, "Her mind is chaotic, wild. We've broken her for now to our will, but it won't last. We need to leave now."

"Agreed," Staria told him. "Adura and Chinr and take her; Istalri, you'll have to carry both Veyna and Kyra."

I will.

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Gedwëy Evarínya awoke at sunrise to a bugle of alarm. At once Eragon crossed to his window and looked out. In the sky he could see four specks growing larger and larger in the distance. His island search party. But what had gone so terribly wrong?

Adura and Chinr landed in the sparring field. The first thing Veyna noticed was Eragon coming toward them, Saphira landing next to him from above. The great blue dragon delicately touched Kyra with her snout and looked at Eragon.

Kyra shuddered and her eyes blinked open. She seemed confused. "Where am I?"

"Gedwëy Evarínya," Veyna supplied.

"Come with me," Eragon told the group, "We must speak in private." He eyed the small crowd that had gathered.

Once they were all settled—Nuaen put into an enchanted sleep to keep her in check—Eragon demanded answers.

"We don't know what happened," Veyna began. "We split up, to cover more ground: Staria and Soetrí together, and Kyra and me. Somehow Kyra and I got separated, and when I finally found her..." Veyna swallowed. "She was casting some sort of magic spell. As soon as she completed it, a huge blast if energy knocked us out of the air. I fell off Istalri and Nuaen went totally berserk. Kyra went into some sort of nightmare world in her mind. Istalri used magic to stop my descent and Nuaen's flight, but Kyra fell onto the ground. We called the other two, subdued Nuaen, healed Kyra best we could, and came right back here."

"It seems all this has to do with the spell that Kyra cast," Eragon said shrewdly. "Do any of you know what it was?"

"No," Staria answered, "We agree from Veyna's memories it was unlike anything we'd ever heard before. We were able to translate the part she head though: ...to sever, break in two, slice. Cut the mind, heart, and memories. Magic, thus I command you of the dragon."

"Kyra," Eragon addressed her directly, "What was that spell? Where did you learn it?"

Kyra's eyes looked especially red in the odd light. "I released her."

"Who?" Eragon asked. A pit of dread was building in Veyna's stomach.

"Nuaen. She will no longer be slave to me or to the Riders." Kyra held her head high as she announced these words.

Eragon's eyes widened in horror. "You severed the bond between you and your dragon?"

"How is that even possible?" Staria asked, equally shocked. Veyna just sat there dumbly.

"Where did you learn such a spell?" Eragon questioned her.

"Where?" Kyra laughed, "Soetrí, of course."

Soetrí paled. "I didn't have anything to do with this, I swear," he said in the ancient language.

Kyra blinked, obviously taken back by his statement. "But…but, Soetrí, you taught me the evil of the Riders, the unfairness of it all. You said if we all did our part releasing our dragons they'd be much happier…better off without us! You released Chinr, remember, but in exchange he still flies with you to free the others!"

"Don't try to pin this on me," Soetrí growled, placing his hand on Chinr's snout. "I wouldn't give up my bond with Chinr for anything."

"Why are you lying? I thought you loved me," Kyra said softly in a hurt voice.

"Is this breakage reversible?" Eragon asked, but Kyra refused to answer any more questions. "Wake Nuaen," Eragon ordered, eyes dangerously bright.

Veyna and Istalri rose. The brown-haired Rider placed her silver palm on Nuaen's snout. The dragon snorted, wings halfway unfolded before Saphira's powerful mind forced her into submission and Istalri gently informed her on what had been happening.

I have no memories of this person, Nuaen said, voice tinged with sadness and also a wild haughtiness, the only feeling I have toward her is the urge to eat her.

Kyra stiffened, looking at Nuaen imploringly. "You don't remember me? I released you…I was your friend, I cared for you when you were young, I loved you…and now you want to eat me?" Tears began to roll down Kyra's cheeks. "You never said it was going to be like this!" she screamed at Soetrí. "You never said it was going to be like this," she whispered defeatedly.

"Kyra of the House Rílvenar, you have betrayed the Order. For this you must be punished," Eragon decreed, face stony. "You are hereby stripped of your Rider status. You cannot stay here, neither can you return to Alagaësia. Thus you are banished to one of the islands, where you will make no move to escape, whether by boat, magic, or any other means." His voice softened. "This punishment is revocable, however," he continued, "If you should be able to repair your bond with Nuaen, you will be released and reinstated to your current status. That is all." He paused, then looked at Soetrí. "I wish to speak with you afterwards."

A silence followed Eragon's words. He motioned to Staria and Soetrí. Both of them clasped Kyra's wrists, leading her forcibly out of the room. Saphira followed, talons clicking against the stone floor.

She growled and the trio paused. Kyra slowly lifted her head to meet the huge sapphire eyes with her own. You will be confined to the island, Saphira told her, A Rider will bring you some supplies every few days, but for the most part you must fend for yourself.

"What about Nuaen?" Kyra asked, "Will I get to see her? How will I become friends with her once again if I don't?"

That will be up to Nuaen herself, Saphira answered, My daughter-of-the-sky may choose to see you or not of her own free will. You shall never be allowed to be alone with her, however.

Saphira blinked. Do you not understand the atrocity of what you have done? You were her friend, her protector, her Rider. Destined to become one of the the most respected Order in all of Alagaësia and beyond. Now you have become a threat to her, the one you swore to protect with your life. You have fallen from a great height, Kyra. No wings but your own can save you now.

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Kyra's last glimpse of Nuaen was Veyna leading her away.

So sad :( On to Part 2 next time (quick update, I promise, I have it mostly written)! Review please if you possibly can!