I'm back… With a slight headache. The worst part is, I can barely remember what I wrote in the last chapter! Anyways, I'm taking a break from the AryaXEragon part, and I'm doing a chapter on Saphira. It may be a bit short and sloppy, but…. The best my cursed writer's-block will give me at the moment. I might have another chapter up today… not quite sure yet. If I do, then… yeah. If I don't, I still have writer's-block. Sorry! –this is as is I'm Saphira… I forgot what "person" that was.-

Disclaimer: *sighs* I wish I did in some small way, own the Inheritance Cycle. Then I would have some claim to Arya!

I woke up to the small vibration of my Rider's boots descending the staircase. Opening one of my eyes, I saw Arya carrying a plate of fruits to the study. She greeted me. "Hello, Saphira." Her mouth moved, making the words she thought audible.

I thought a response. Hello, Little One. Stepping out of my shallow bed, I stretched, looking down at the emerald egg I was guarding. Good morning Bhronnë.

Very good morning it is, Saphira. My unborn hopefully-mate responded, and he stretched inside his egg.

I smiled. I'm leaving you with Aunt Arya today, I need to hunt.

Alright, Saphira. I will see you later then.

I grasped him with my talons, which could use sharpening, and held him out for Arya. She took him, and slowly climbed the stairs to the study. Poor young mother… I thought, this time to myself. All contact with any others in my mind had ceased, and I felt my own. I'm not used to this feeling, but at times such as this one, I invite it to envelope me and push off of the wooden floor, soaring into an air current. I need to stretch my wings.

I fly higher, looking over the forest with my bright vision. All elves who have seen through my eyes –such as my rider- say it is different than their colors. They do enjoy how I can see animals moving under the thick covering of trees. I have tried looking through my Rider's eyes, and his vision is a blur of colors and details I could never bear to comprehend. Just looking through it gives me a headache.

The sun, instead of warming my scales, has started making them hot. I spot a small spring, a few miles from my quarters. Pulling into a shallow dive, I submerge myself in the frigid waters, going under and opening my eyes to beautiful underwater life. I fold out my wings, letting the feel the cool water. Bringing my head above water once more, I drink from the spring. The water is so clean, so clear, so delicious and cold.

I sense Arya concentrating on a book, talking absently to Bhronnë while looking through it. Of course, it is on maternity. A could also sense Eragon's extreme shock, but that emotion was soon replaced by anger. I noted to ask him about that later on. Rage subsided quickly by an icy desperation, which became a warm relief. Odd… I've never known Eragon could change emotions so quickly.

Because I was thinking about the now-couple-by-accident, I took in a breath, trying to scent them. It had become instinct to do this. To my surprise, I caught a whiff of them over by the rockbed at the far side of the spring. I smelled of passion, and I chuckled to myself inwardly. This was the spring where their child was created!

I smiled at my discovery, and a large fish somehow made its way into my jaws. I slammed them shut and swallowed, enjoying the rare taste of water food. Fish were similar in a way to dragons, they don't prefer to stay on the ground and have scales.

Enjoying your swim, Saphira? Bhronnë's voice sounded in my mind.

I smiled. Very much, young one. He nodded in our connection and went back to making sure Arya was alright. He had been comforting her, since he didn't think that reading up on this subject was good to do when alone and a soon-to-be-mother. I praised him for that.

Swimming to the entrance of the spring, I felt a blast of freezing water. Pushing off from the bottom of the spring caused a disturbance, but I was above water in seconds. I spread my wings again, walking out into the warm air. My scales dried quickly, and I shook the remaining water from my wings before taking off in search of prey.

I fell a few deer, and feasted on them in the deep forest. No elves venture back here, so I decided it was safe to eat my meat. Swallowing the last chunk, I washed my muzzle in a stream and caught a strong air current once again, soaring over Ellesmera and to Glaedr's grave.

Here, by my master's tombstone, I could think clearly and alone about matters that I would not want to offend others with, especially since most races were capable of decade-long grudges. I thanked Glaedr for showing Arya the way to his last son, and told him that he will have a worthy mate and will be a major part in repopulating the dragon race.

It's funny, how the words of a child can be so simple, yet mean so much. Saphira thought , directing it towards where Glaedr's physical body lay in the dirt. She had dug the hole herself. Words of the elves, words of the humans, words of my Rider, the Varden…. And your unborn son Glaedr. Such as Arya's words… My thoughts trailed off as I was suddenly brought into darkness.

"Nice to see you again, Saphira." Glaedr said.

Saphira was on her belly. She immediately stood up, finding that she couldn't speak in her mind, but only through her mouth. "Wait… Glaedr, you are dead! How are you talking to me once more? And your foreleg… It's not missing!" Saphira realized she was looking at a young Glaedr.

"I know I am dead, Saphira. But I heard you speaking to me, so I brought you here. Something seems to be troubling you… What might that be?"

Saphira poured her memories into Glaedr, finding that she could do that but not speak in her mind. Glaedr nodded, knowing in his eyes. "Arya will be an excellent mother. She had told me, back when Faolin was alive, that she longed for a child with him. I had told her to follow through if she wished, and she had tried with him many times, but with no such luck."

Saphira was silent before responding to her master. "Arya had told Eragon only one incident with Faolin. But, she had been with him for seventy years, so that would make sense."

Saphira was flooded with secondhand memories from the golden dragon. They had originally come from Arya. Her romances with Faolin were more intense than with Eragon's, but they had been together fifty years at the time. A more clear memory, one of Glaedr's, replaced those. Arya kissed Faolin passionately, they were lying on each other, nude. The surroundings were black, but Saphira could tell the couple was lying on a bed. Faolin broke the kiss, looking up into Arya's face. All motion of bodies ceased expect for lips, which were not touching.

"I love you, Arya. I have never loved anyone before, but I have found my true love now." Faolin's voice was deep and rich, beautiful, attracting and alluring at the same time. "I never want you to forget that. And should any misfortune befall me, do not forget me. I will forgive you if you move on and have another love if I die, but please know I will forgive you and be waiting for you."

Arya opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. She seemed to find words then. "And same for me, Faolin. I have never loved anyone else, and I do not want to love anyone else but you." Faolin began kissing her again, and the body motions began once more. Glaedr stopped the memory. He let Saphira recover for a few moments before he spoke.

"Arya knew I was watching, but could trust me. Faolin hadn't seemed to sense me." The deceased dragon's eyes went up, as if looking for a ceiling in the void. "He was a brave and trustworthy man. Arya couldn't have had a better first love.

"She had come to me when she returned to Ellesmera right away, telling me of Eragon. She had said that he was just like Faolin in looks, and she had thought he would eventually gain his other features, pointed ears and sincerity. After the Agaeti Blödren, the Blood-Oath Celebration dance, he came to her. She had told me she thought he was Faolin, Eragon's voice and features had changed so much. The only way she knew it wasn't him was they way he spoke. She was already grieving her lost love, having remembered one Agaeti Blödren in the past where she and him had mated for the first time.

"Just seeing a replica made her automatically reject Eragon that night, denying her strong feelings for him." Glaedr sighed. "The last time I saw her, she had told me that all she wanted was Faolin to come back. I had told her that she had her love already, the fallen Faolin in her heart and Eragon as her future. She denied that she would ever be with Eragon, and I told her to watch what she says. I asked her to repeat herself in the ancient language, and she couldn't utter a word."

Saphira nodded, taking everything in. She looked her golden teacher in the eye. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Master. It clears up many questions I had about Arya's past. You have granted me with much knowledge. I have a question for you, Glaedr, as you were once a father."

Glaedr looked at Saphira questioningly. "How do you know this?"

"You have one unhatched son named Bhronnë. Arya found his egg when visiting your grave one day. Who is his mother?"

Glaedr smiled. "Ah, Saphira. His mother is going to be very familiar to you." A beautiful navy blue dragon approached them. "This is Keera, you mother."

Saphira looked at the great female, gliding across the ground for a moment and landing in front of Keera. She nuzzled her mother. "Good to meet you, mother."

Keera licked Saphira's scales. "It's good to see you Saphira, and I am glad you are so accomplished."

"Keera is also Bhronnë's mother. You two were not from the same litter, so you are safe to mate together. In fact, all dragons can mate together even if they are from the same litter, all that is needed is a male and female." Glaedr said. "It is time for you to return to your body, Saphira."

Saphira looked at Glaedr with new eyes. She licked her mother one last time before walking over to nuzzle him. "Yes, Father. Thank you for giving me life."

"Goodbye, Saphira. We hope to see you again soon." Her parents said in unison. Saphira waved a wing, saying goodbye, and awoke with a start upon the ground.

She stood with new knowledge, and wanted to fly for a bit. She caught a westward wind and rode it. She understood Arya a lot better, and could approve of her decision to keep the child. Faolin did look just like Eragon, after all. She felt she could return much less confused, now that she knew of Arya's loves and such. She felt she knew enough about her youngling in the egg that she could tell him.

Suddenly, a sharp, painful crack resounded in her mind. Bhronnë screeched in her mind. Saphira immediately changed direction, flying faster than she had to this day, her destination being the treehouse.

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Arya was reading, sitting next to the desk where the emerald egg sat. Engrossed in her book, a loud earsplitting crack startled her, and she fell out of her chair. Looking at the egg, she saw it had a large crack coming from the top. Another earsplitting crack tore away a large portion of the egg, leaving more telltale lines of hatching. She heard Saphira's claws screech against the wood downstairs. The egg split apart, leaving shards everywhere. An emerald green dragon sat on the table. The baby animal opened its eyes, revealing golden irises. His eyes looked wise.

Hello, Arya. It spoke to her in her mind. I am Bhronnë.

Alright guys, I spent close to three hours on this chapter, so I hope you like it. My writer's block went away after using a few words I don't usually use when writing, but I might not get another chapter up today. Sorry bout that. But all of my readers, review!!!