Hello. I am back to give you readers some entertainment. Now, when I wrote this the time was 3:55 AM. I'll tell the time after I'm finished with the chapter, and It'll be posted tomorrow (in other words today since you're reading this now.) Okay, I'm confusing myself now. *yawns* Here's the chapter. Sorry if it's not good.
Arya and Eragon rode on their dragons for hours, eating on their backs and speaking in their minds so as not to yell and confuse each other. As they saw the sun begin to set, they landed. The Hadarac desert was becoming cold, even in the middle of it the air hinted at near-frozen temperatures. Bhronnë and Saphira had left their Riders momentarily to go hunting for some small desert creature, although catching anything was unlikely in such a barren place. During twilight the elves set up a rudimentary camp, lighting a small cookfire.
Arya looked into the fire deeply, just staring into the flame as the world around her darkened. Eragon was eating, watching the surroundings as if he could see something interesting in the black night, but not quite make it out all the way. He put his hand to the cold ground, grasping some sand in his hand. He turned his hand upside down and the sand spilled out of it slowly, as if it were being brushed away by a gentle breeze. He watched the grains trickle out of his hands as if they were liquid, letting them fall to join the rest of the sand.
He heard the distant sound of flapping wings, and looked to the sky to see dark outlines of Saphira and Bhronnë. For some reason he could always tell his dragon from Arya's, by the leaner and less bulky shape he imagined. It had been a few hours after they had left, and by the way Saphira's thoughts were ordered Eragon could tell they had found prey. The dragons landed slowly, as to not stir up a miniature sandstorm, and folded their wings. Small reflections of the fire glanced off of their scales, Bhronnë's scales making it the flame look emerald and Saphira's making it look sapphire.
Arya stood and patted her dragon, sharing calm thoughts with him and backing away playfully when Bhronnë sneezed, a large ring of smoke and small emerald inferno suddenly embracing all eyes. Eragon chuckled, watching Saphira blow a sapphire flame out of each of her nostrils. Both dragons had scorched the sand in the process, making it into a molten liquid as it pooled in a small depression in the ground.
The dragons looked to each other. Saphira entered Eragon and Arya's minds. You both may want to step back, she warned. Knowing not to ignore advice from a dragon, they hurried to stand behind the cookfire.
Saphira and Bhronnë put the top of their scaly heads together, breathing fire out of their open maws. The fire combined, turning a pale turquoise and blasting a hole in the sand. Smoking black liquid streamed into the hole, bubbling with such intense heat. The dragons let their fires stop, making the night seem blacker than it was.
Eragon and Arya stepped over small pools of liquid glass to see what their dragons had created. A rather large pond of liquid red sand steamed heavily and with defiance to the environment. If it were daylight, the whole mess would look like a smoke signal.
"It's beautiful." Arya murmured quietly, admiring the creation. Awe stood out in her eyes.
Eragon muttered a spell in the ancient language, cooling the molten substance to where it was quite a bit harder than the watery state before. He continued to speak in the ancient language, weaving a complex spell. Slowly, words were carved into the nearly-hardened glass.
"E. Shadeslayer and A. Dröttningu- Always for eternity"
The dragons, being weary from flying all day and their molten project, had fallen asleep. Arya read over Eragon's writing and smiled. "It's in the ancient language." She observed.
Eragon nodded, blushing. Arya crawled over to him, sitting on his lap, watching the pond harden into an unbreakable substance. She leaned closer to him, pausing to close her hues before planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you." She said. He kissed her back, slowly but surely gaining pace until Eragon was too tired to kiss anymore. They fell asleep on a soft bed of sand.
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Saphira poked Eragon's arm with one of her claws. Get up, Stonehead. She said, mimicking Orik.
Eragon groaned, sitting up and shaking the sand out of his hair. Arya was already up; having packed away the camping supplies and put out the fire before Eragon had woken. The first rays of dawn began to climb slowly up the horizon, gaining brightness as Eragon watched. Arya bent and brushed her lips against his momentarily, getting onto Bhronnë's back.
"Time to leave," She said.
Eragon stood and stretched, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he mounted Saphira. The dragons spread their leathery wings and leaped into the air, traveling away from the sun and towards the mountains, where Farthen Dûr lay in the heart of the Beors.
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Orik approached Eragon and Arya with a grin stretching across his face. He glanced at the dragons for a second before speaking to their Riders in his rough voice. "I see you've made it here. We have finally pieced together the Isidar Mithrim, and we are waiting upon Saphira's promise."
Tell Orik that I will take care of that as soon as I can. Saphira told Eragon, who relayed her message. Orik clapped his hands in delight and walked off.
Saphira showed Bhronnë the layout of the mountain city in her mind, and the two flew off toward the Dragonhold, while Arya and Eragon headed to a nearby kitchen to grab some food and then run to watch dragon's magic once again.
Saphira and Bhronnë put their skulls together as they did the night before, breathing a small and controlled inferno over the Star Sapphire. The flame licked down the sides of the huge blue stone, cracking and popping audible from every piece coming to place once again. They closed their maws and admired their work as the dwarves cheered loudly, thrusting tankards into the air then swallowing them.
Arya and Eragon were offered wine and beer, but both politely declined. The dragons however, they drank a barrel each and felt somewhat tipsy.
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The next morning the pair of Riders mounted their dragons, waving farewell to the stout people of the mountains. Eragon looked down to the ground and saw a Shrrg stalking a rather large grizzly.
By that evening they were in Surda. The dragons had claimed their spots outside of Arya and Eragon's shared tent. Roran and Katrina had brought their son, who was named Jacob, to see the Riders. Jacob couldn't tear his eyes from the beasts outside, always walking over to one of them when he had an urge to pet it. Saphira and Bhronnë were humming with satisfaction by the time Katrina had yanked her son from the dragons as if he were a tooth coming out of a mouth.
Arya and Eragon had this last night's rest before jumping into the warzone to defeat Galbatorix's men. They did nothing but sleep however, and woke at dawn to begin the journey.
Sorry its short guys, I have a really bad headache and its 5:15 AM so I'm going to bed. Review!
IMPORTANT!!!! I have changed my update to every other day. It's getting to be too much trying to update every day. I'll post at least every other day, okay guys? Sorry this was written so late… but review anyways!