Okay now I thought I would just say that for yes the story will be about Dahuk and his green dragon Effiga, but it will be out of Eragons POV. I will be giving a few chapters to Dahuks POV and his past will be explained but bear with me. Please Reviews.

Disclaimer- I do not own any part of the inheritance cycle, though Dahuk and Effiga are my characters, and I created them after I finished reading the first book, this is my take on the story slightly changed, if Dahuk was to be immersed in the cycle.

" Saphira, your name is Saphira?" I asked the dragon confusedly. Such bright scales under my hand as I feel the scales move with her breath under the calluses of my hand.

"Yes young one, my name is Saphira" the now to obvious voice I would have to come to know as Saphira.

I sat pondering for what seemed like years though when I looked at the sky the sun had hardly found the horizon and was wavering high enough above the horizon. I stood up now aware Saphira and Dahuk and the green dragon watching me. Effiga I had learnt was his name.

Halfway over to the cave, Dahuk stood up and put his hand on Effiga the white dragon. I stopped halfway in a step and looked over at them dumbfounded.

"Effiga is a different kind of dragon. He's scales change colour as he wishes, although this young he still cannot control it." Saphira spoke to me "he comes from a scarce line of dragons who could change their colour. He is the last of his race"

I looked suddenly at Saphira thinking so intensely that if I have two dragons right in front of me how can Effiga be the last of his race.

"I am not the same race as Effiga. Effigas race came from a far of land and his parents were the last of his race,,, well he is now but there is no other dragon of his race." Saphira once more entering my head.

Shaking my head to try and clear it of everything that had happened. I closed my eyes counted to ten then opened them hoping that Saphira, Effiga and Dahuk were all just a dream that had now faded back away from my head.

"Nope still here." Came Saphiras mental voice with a wisp of laughter. " I can hear all your thought's that are at the top of your consciousness, even deeper if I want. And so can others if they want to."

Well now I had the answer to my next question, "So that is how you answered my question's when I did not speak them?" I said. "Is there no way to block people out of my thought's?"

"Yes young Eragon, that is how I knew your questions, and yes, there is a way to block people out of your consciousness. Although it takes a lot of skill for you two~legs."

"Well that is good I do not want anyone just running in and out of my brain." I said maybe a little to sarcastically, while still being relieved.

I sat down at the mouth and pondered the conversation I had just had with Saphira. She came and laid down next to me, with her head next to me. I put my hand just behind where her ear seemed to be. We sat there until the sun touched the horizon. We had since seen the sun dip under the canopy of trees.

"Why are you so connected to me Saphira? And why do you call me the 'young one'?" I asked suddenly noticing that Effiga had barely opened his mind to me and spoke as Saphira had.

"I have been awaiting in that egg for well over a century waiting for the right moment. When you came upon my egg along with Effiga and Dahuk I knew it was time to hatch" came Saphiras response "and that is also why I feel as I do about you young Eragon. As for calling you the young one, I may have only hatched a few days ago, though my consciousness is much older well over a century."

"You can remember when you were inside your egg?"

"Yes and so can Effiga."

How….

"Why did Effiga hatch with you then, Saphira? Why not before you were transported here? You were all transported from the same place right?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes we did, though Dahuk was riding towards us when we were ambushed, he did not know of the eggs which Arya, the Elf who carried our eggs, had Effiga. Nor did Effiga feel Dahuks presence until we were here. We hatch when the time is right Eragon, not with time. But when we have the right circumstances to survive." Came the response "as I hatched for you as Effiga hatched for Dahuk. As is the legacy of the dragon riders."

As she spoke I began to piece everything together. Saphira and I were joined as rider and dragon, as were Dahuk and Effiga.

A few moments later Effiga and Dahuk returned to the camp, and I looked up surprised. I had not even seen them go. Dahuk brought a armful of fruit, and Effiga with a small deer.

"Take what you will need tonight, rider Eragon" A deep, rusty male voice filled my head and after a moments thought I realised it was Effigas voice.

I approached the small deer and cut off enough for a night serve of meat. Dahuk already had a fire burning high. I knew I had firewood in the cave.

But to have the fire already going,,,,

I summarised he must have used magic. "can you teach me how?" I asked.

"How to what? Use magic?"

"Yes, you obviously know how to use it."

I knew very few people knew how to (or even could) use magic, though I did know that it was not impossible to learn.

He sighed, " I could teach you but it would be better if you were taught by the right people. You will go to your home tomorrow to say your goodbyes doubtful you will return anytime soon, and I will go into the town to gather some supplies I have some gold on me to buy what we will need."

I could see by watching him that he meant this even sense that he needed some tutoring in this field.

I started to cook the meat he was already eating the fruit, as the meat started too release the fragrance of cooking meat and blood, he got up and sat just outside the cave, apparently the smell of meat even disgusted him.

That night I slept in the mattress of hay while Dahuk sat outside the cave claiming that the stench of cooked meat was disgusting and would sleep outside tonight.

That night I dreamt of a room with a maid sleeping on a straw mattress. The room had no windows, a straw mattress, and a door with a grate.

Just before the dream ended the maid awoke, she had long flowing dark hair, emerald eyes, her face was more angular than any I had seen before. Yet she was exceedingly beautiful, her fell away from her ears to reveal they were pointed at this I realised that she was no maid, but instead.

An Elf.