Okay now when I write in Italics just in case some one has not realised it yet… I am writing the characters thoughts be it Eragon or Dahuk… there will be another point of view added later… another OC character not someone already there.

Brom and Dahuk had made their way back in the twilight after they had tended to the pyre, which had burnt all to brightly. The fire mixed with the twilight and two dragons flying above them gave them a look of the hero's you would here of in stories of old… much the same as the stories Brom had told so many times. When they arrived in the camp, which simply consisted of 3 places to sleep and a fire, they sat down and looked over Arya for wounds, Dahuk healing them with magic.

Even once he had finished Arya had still not regained consciousness, although her breathing had levelled and seemed to be merely in a deep sleep.

"Well I would prefer not to stay here… but Arya is in no state to move, and she is to injured right now to move, so I guess we stay the night." Brom was saying grumpily,

"Wow just as grumpy as in Carvahall." I thought, " Tomorrow you will have to read Saphira while Arya rides your mare, we will be in for a long journey tomorrow and will need to get as far away from this pyre as possible as quickly as possible."

"It would be easier for her to ride on either your or Effigas back tomorrow, that way we could ride flat out and get away from here quicker…"

"Yes, little one it would, Brom and Dahuk probably want to question Arya, after-all she may know something useful, she was tortured for nigh on a month, you saw what she went through in the briefest of images, I think, trouble yourself not, besides, you forget I am a dragon, sleep for now, and when the sky~fire rises ride with me."

I awoke that night under Saphiras wing. The fire was casting an abnormal light through her transparent wing, her belly warmed nicely with the fire inside it. I sat up and crawled over to the edge of her wing lifted it and moved outside to see Arya sitting against a tree towards my left, a few paces away from the fire; she was staring into the fire, seemingly lost in thought. Dahuk and Effiga were nowhere to be seen, Brom was still asleep to my right and Saphira behind me in her dream's, watching memories of her past ancestors.

"Dahuk and Effiga have gone to explore the area and make sure there are none near that mean harm." Arya said, never moving her eyes from the fire, her right hand absently stroking the green dragons serpentine neck.

I nodded and went to my pack and withdrew a chunk of bread, moved over towards the fire and ate in silence. Thoughts from the past few weeks made their way into my mind, first the thought of having Dahuk, and two dragon eggs thrown into my hunting area, then Saphira hatching, and nearly every other thing I had experienced since then.

Lastly the dreams, visions or scrying as Brom and Dahuk had said, was the most likely what I had been doing when I saw Arya, although both had said it was impossible, because I had never seen Arya. So the question had been left unanswered, only theories, never a point of conversation.

"Do you know if it is possible to Scry while you sleep, and something you have not seen?" I asked looking over to Arya, her face beautiful beyond compare, her hair… Stop, stop… I need to stop. Shaking my head softly, ever so softly. As if it would organize my thinking.

"You are talking about the dreams you had while I was in Gil'ead? No" she said in response her voice abnormally sound for what she had just come out off, and for what I was asking.

"Yes… Dahuk and Brom said that I was probably scrying you in my sleep… but even they were stumped on how I managed to scry you when I had not seen you before."

"Yes that would be impossible… just let me explain without interruption… I know your race can be a very inquisitive one… no I talked to Dahuk and he told me of these visions… I believe that my conciseness simply reached out to anything familiar and found your mind… or Saphira's and simply instead of Saphira having the visions you did… I carried Saphira's egg for nigh on 20 years… i became very familiar with it… your mind is weaker than Saphira's or any dragons… they do have the most powerful mind's in our land… so that would explain why you saw what happened and no one else… Broms mind is guarded well… and Dahuk is an elf we do have strong minds… no one could make a dragon unconscious and have them see like you did."

She seemed to stop there returning to somewhere within her mind half- aware, and the other half wrestling with some amount of knowledge slipping away like sand through an open hand.

I sat there in silence… Does she know Dahuk is a half-trickster? Surely she knows Brom is a rider. The silence continued comfortably… Arya still absently stroking the green serpentine neck… I sat there staring into the flames leaning against Saphiras foreleg.

It was Arya who broke the silence first. Her voice was barely audible, "How much?"

There might have been hundreds of questions in those two words… "How much in Gil'ead, did I see?" I said, it was more of a statement then a question; she looked up from the flames for the first time, looked me dead in the eye and simply nodded. " I saw you being tortured by the shade… not much more than that. Only twice did I see you, once in the cell and once in the torture room." I said never moving my eyes from those green emerald orbs of beauty.

She looked back into the fire once I finished… "There was much torture… Durza really does love torture… I am glad it was not Sept… even Durza fears him" she let out an amused laugh, a spitting, fear induced pleading laugh… "Rumoured even the tyrant fears him… do not know how but that, would be great someone that the tyrant fears… the tyrant is enough little lone someone that is more powerful than him." She finished her thoughts? If that's what they were, then looked around the area.

Tears started to form in her eyes her breathing sharpened… she moved the sleeping dragon from her lap and placed it on the ground next to her… she started to get up then fell back against the tree… her tears were quickly followed by sobs… the small green dragon was still happily sleeping, I stood up and walked over to her and sat down beside her, put a hand between her shoulder blades, and stared into the fire, about as soon as I looked into the fire, her body slipped into my arms.

As she started to stop and she started to sit up, tears still streaking down her face. I moved away a little to give her some room. "Your party was attacked as you were meeting to change guards right?" she looked up and surprise was written on her face… sad surprise but no less… "Dahuk told me a little of what happened but… even that was next to nothing. He basically told me that your party was ambushed… and that someone knocked him out, and that person likes to play games… I guess he meant Sept."

"We were ambushed yes… by Sept, Durza and a band of Urgals. As far as I know Dahuk and I were the only survivors. Among the dead were elves that I had known for many years… some longer than you have been alive." I was shocked at this Arya would have been older than me yes… but old enough to know people as friends before I was born? She could not have been more than 20 winters old. She laughed a little when she saw my expression even if it was no more than a sharp breath and slight smile. "I nearly as old as the eldest human alive… as far as I know 3 outlive me… and by my race I am young."

"How old can an elf grow...? I mean no-one can live forever… or are elves different?" I asked walking towards Saphira, to sit on her foreleg once more.

"Elves, dragons, and human riders, will live for as long as they can. All of us can still die from sword or disease, but otherwise yes we are immortal." She said, "I have lived with your race for more years than most care to count… I have seen many things, elves may be long lived and be able to move faster than any human can see… but they are a slow moving race… humans lives are but a blink of an eye to us. The only race that moves slower than us are the dwarves… they are also long lived, not nearly as long as elves, but slower all the same."

By know I was once more tired, I stood up drunk from my water skin then moved towards the edge of Saphira's wing, "Well I do not know if your race needs less sleep than mine, but I do need sleep… I am sorry for your lose… you must have lost some close friends when you were ambushed. I may not know the lose of war… but I do know the lose of family and those close to you. You have condolences I have but one question… if human riders live for ever would that mean that we become more like elves than humans?" I said then moved under Saphira's wing careful not to wake her.

"Yes and No, yes you probably will gain a likeness of an elf, but you will keep what you are, it will not change you mentally only you can do that… and you more than certainly will. Thank you, Eragon." She said her eyes focused on the flames in front of her, and her hand once more absently stroking the green dragon that was lying on the ground next to her.

I moved Saphiras wing down and crawled over to her warm belly. Soon after sitting down I fell into sleep.

Arya's POV

I was sitting against a tree staring into the fire that the young rider had made. The clearing was really simple; Brom was sleeping on the other side of the fire and the boy sleeping with against his dragon, the dragon had moved over towards where the boy had slept and curled up around him, giving me a peculiar expression of interest and worry before closing her eyes. Dahuk had sat up on watch and explained nearly everything to me. What I knew and what I did not.

All of the party had died, excluding him and myself. Oh Faolin. Even through a guarded mask tears fell from my eyes. He had said only bare facts, always like Dahuk, blunt, crude, short, guarded emotions and finds amusement in nearly everything. He had seen the whole party die while fighting Sept, "Well once you ran off with that egg and dropped Effigas egg, who is a Cragon, I transported it to Brom… or at least as close as I could get, Effigas egg also went to Eragon… then Sept knocked me out, I guess he sent me to Eragon, with Effiga, according to Eragon me and Saphiras egg appeared in the clearing about the same time." He said, not to bluntly, but ponderously, as if Sept knocking him out had been a good thing. "I am sorry, I knew that you and Faolin were close, I am sorry. I am going to go and watch for anything that may give us reason to move." I simply nodded.

Through the next half hour I was left to order my thought from the past months events, Dahuk was the last of his kind in Alagaesia was know a rider of a Cragon, the last one of his own kind, two beings, the last of their kind and they joined. Then there was the boy and Saphira, I carried her egg for 20 years and I do not see her hatch. Then to the green dragon laying in my arms, he had yet to order his thoughts into coherent words, although I could feel him sifting through my memories in his sleep, become aware of the one he had hatched for, I let him, although his mind was somewhat unguarded by his own thoughts and recognised an admiration of Saphira… somehow I believe it does not stop there at admiration…

I heard the boy named Eragon wake, never moving my eyes from the fire I said "Dahuk and Effiga have gone to explore the area and make sure there are none near that mean harm." My hand was stroking the little dragons upper neck just behind the skull.

The boy nodded and moved over towards his pack, removed a chunk of bread and ate silently. After a time he looked over and asked "Do you know if it is possible to Scry while you sleep, and something you have not seen?" he shock his head, ever so lightly that no human would have seen the motion.

"You are talking about the dreams you had while I was in Gil'ead? No" I said in a voice abnormally calm wanting to reveal nothing of what I had just come out, and especially calm for what he was asking.

"Yes… Dahuk and Brom said that I was probably scrying you in my sleep… but even they were stumped on how I managed to scry you when I had not seen you before."

(A/N: All Arya's words and thought's)

"Yes that would be impossible… just let me explain without interruption…" Please I will not get through it otherwise. "I know your race can be a very inquisitive one…" And apparently you yourself "No I talked to Dahuk and he told me of these visions… I believe that my conciseness simply reached out to anything familiar and found your mind…"Why? Really do not ask me that I think I really reached for Saphiras

"Or Saphira's and simply instead of Saphira having the visions you did… I carried Saphira's egg for nigh on 20 years…"long enough to go insane when you want a dragon to hatch and it will not in time of need. "I became very familiar with it…"Her presence "Your mind is weaker than Saphira's or any dragons…"As is your entire race, weak in the mind cannot think in any area even in battle elves excel from humans. "They do have the most powerful mind's in our land… so that would explain why you saw what happened and no one else…"Untrained and weak "Broms mind is guarded well… and Dahuk is an elf, we do have strong minds…"Ha half-trickster nearly as powerful as a dragon. "No one could make a dragon unconscious and have them see like you did."

I stopped at that both him and I sat in silence once more… I sat there and stared into the flames, absently stroking the little green dragon resting in my lap.

Finally I broke the silence with two words, a question that only Eragon could answer "How much?"

There could have been hundreds of questions in those two words… but I knew he would be able to see that I was talking of his dreams, that I had forced upon him… somewhere I even felt guilty about it… although sorrow, grief and whatever feelings I had here and now it certainly outweighed that light feather of guilt.

"How much in Gil'ead, did I see?" He said, it was more of a statement then a question; I looked up from the flames for the first time since he had awoken, looked me dead in the eye and simply nodded. " I saw you being tortured by the shade… not much more than that. Only twice did I see you, once in the cell and once in the torture room." He said never moving his gaze from mine… why do all rider's have the same eye colour as their dragons? Those eyes are actually somewhat understanding to a wider world than a simple farm boy…

I looked back into the fire once he finished… "There was much torture… Durza really does love torture… I am glad it was not Sept… even Durza fears him" I let out an amused laugh, a spitting, fear induced, evil laugh, "Rumoured even the tyrant fears him… do not know how but that, would be great someone that the tyrant fears… the tyrant is enough little lone someone that is more powerful than him." I finished my rant, then looked around the area. Wishing for Faolin, Oh why did you have to die, first farther, than you, who else shall I lose to this war… mother? This new baby dragon? Oh please why?

Tears started to form in my eyes I could feel them, I could feel sobs coming up as well… I moved the sleeping dragon from my lap and placed him on the ground next to me… I started to get up then fell back against the tree… no matter how much I tried to stop the tears turning into sobs… they came…I heard the young rider stand up and walk over towards me and sit down, he placed his hand on my back just below my shoulder blades… I knew he meant it as a someone just trying to condole someone, but I leant into his arms unwillingly… but there was an amount of comfort there.

I started to sit up, I could still feel the tears on my face, he moved away a little I gathered to give me room.

"Your party was attacked as you were meeting to change guards right?" He said.

I jerked up to examine him. He answered my un asked question of how he knew simply saying ""Dahuk told me a little of what happened but… even that was next to nothing. He basically told me that your party was ambushed… and that someone knocked him out, and that person likes to play games… I guess he meant Sept."

"We were ambushed yes… by Sept, Durza and a band of Urgals. As far as I know Dahuk and I were the only survivors. Among the dead were elves that I had known for many years… some longer than you have been alive." I saw the shock and smiled amused. Of course your race is so short lived, and such narrow-minded. "I am nearly as old as the eldest human alive… as far as I know 3 outlive me… and by my race I am young."

"How old can an elf grow...? I mean no-one can live forever… or are elves different?" He asked walking towards Saphira, to sit on her foreleg once more.

"Elves, dragons, and human riders, will live for as long as they can. All of us can still die from sword or disease, but otherwise yes we are immortal." I said, "I have lived with your race for more years than most care to count… I have seen many things, elves may be long lived and be able to move faster than any human can see… but they are a slow moving race… humans lives are but a blink of an eye to us. The only race that moves slower than us are the dwarves… they are also long lived, not nearly as long as elves, but slower all the same."

By know I was once more tired, I stood up drunk from my water skin then moved towards the edge of Saphira's wing, "Well I do not know if your race needs less sleep than mine, but I do need sleep… I am sorry for your lose… you must have lost some close friends when you were ambushed. I may not know the lose of war… but I do know the lose of family and those close to you. You have condolences. I have but one question… if human riders live for ever would that mean that we become more like elves than humans?" he said then moved under Saphira's wing.

"Yes and No, yes you probably will gain a likeness of an elf, but you will keep what you are, it will not change you mentally only you can do that… and you more than certainly will. Thank you, Eragon." He moved her wing down underneath him. And I was left once more to my thoughts.

This is in my mind my best chapter yet… I am proud of it… please reviews, it may not be the best story in the world. I am just trying not to move it along to fast… and my in ability to work on it as much as I would like frustrates me a fair bit.