Hey guys! Between my other stories and holidays and family I haven't updated this in forever! But I'm going to be regularly updating it from now on. Promise! Due to the fact that school starts up soon and it's a busy year, I'll be releasing a new chapter every 1-2 weeks, depending on how you guys review. The more you review the more I feel inspired to update!

So the long in the coming chapter 3 is here! Enjoy :)

Muril Sargül

Arya stood alone in the thick of a jungle. She lit a fire in her hand and lowered it to let it burn softly, hovering just millimetres above the ferny forest floor. She had created a small shelter for herself as she tried to work out where she was, or where her friends were. Thorn flew above the thick jungle canopy, where he searched for any signs of life, or any clues as to where they were. She scanned the jungle once more for any signs of life, but nothing extraordinary appeared in her mind. Once she almost felt as though something was there, but it had turned out to be a jungle jaguar. Still no signs of her friends.

It had all happened after Eragon had said the spell to heal Naavic's dragon, he had collapsed and been engulfed in fire all of a sudden. And when she ran over to help him, she reached over to him and- she couldn't remember anything but darkness after that. As far as she could tell, she woke up here straight afterwards and found Thorn. Wherever 'here' was anyway. All she knew was that they were all in trouble; there was dark magic being used here.

"Found anything, Thorn?" Arya casted her mind out to him.

"Only a few tasty animals," came the gruff reply, between mouthfuls. Arya accepted this, disappointedly, as she had for the past two days. It could be worse, she thought, he could have found an enemy. That was the only positive she had seen yet.

Arya felt uncomfortable flying on Thorn's back, but it was the quickest way to move. And Arya felt an urge to move right now. She had decided that if nothing was happening in the jungle, she had to get out. She didn't like being useless, especially when she knew they were in danger. She wanted to find Fírnen too, but had no idea where to look for any of them. So instead she let Thorn fly gently over the jungle, her ready to intercept any presence other than the odd creature scuffling down in the dense trees. Her senses as sharp as jagged knives, every interruption caused the hairs of the back of her neck to stand to attention.

Blood pounded in her ears, booming through her body like a ricocheting drum beat. The pounding noise got faster and faster, her thoughts becoming more and more ridiculous. She was worried, and her mind's concoctions of ideas were not helping settle her nerves. He could be dying, fighting or sleeping for what she knew. She wondered what that spell was... It had definitely been some sort of ancient power which made Eragon suddenly ignite into the flamboyant flares and flames. And she could tell it wasn't just her who was agitated by what had happened, but Thorn was irritated too. It was like an unscratched itch, and they both needed ways to vent their frustration. Thorn's was to attempt to set the whole area on fire, as he snorted flames every so often. The dazzling scarlet and crimson tones faded behind her, crackling in the lush canopies of the jungle.

"Anything?" She asked Thorn, anxiously.

"No. No sign of anyone. I just had a thought though, Arya. What if everybody else was separated too? That would mean that we are looking for just two others. Who else touched Eragon, do you know?" Thorn answered in his deep voice.

"Now you mention it Thorn," Arya paused, "that's probably what happened. And the only other person who touched Eragon before me was Saphira. But what does this all mean? And who is behind this all?"

"Now why would I know that? All I know is that Glaedr was extremely worried by Eragon's request. Seems like ancient magic is at work here." He concluded.

They fell into silence, engulfed by their thoughts and emotions. Arya was mostly consumed by her thoughts of the past. She drove through the past, through the lessons in the enchanted forest, trying to see if she could think of any force that this reminded her of. But none came to her, even as she searched frantically. For a long time she had attempted to forget the past, blot parts of her life out, as if willing hem out of existence could do that. And now, delving into her past she realised how stupid this had been. It almost felt good to accept it all, accept who she was, what she'd done, come to a better understanding of who she was.

Hours passed and then it hit Arya. The idea came out of nowhere as she nostalgically remembered her elven parents and their terrible relationship. She say bolt upright in the saddle and she remembered, relived the past. Her father and his elven court. The lords and lady's acting so pompously, getting ready for the war all those years ago. And she knew precisely who it was who was acting, but not what on earth he was doing. I knew my father shouldn't have trusted that brat. She thought angrily to herself and drive Thorn on, encouraged by the realisation of the danger at hand. Enraged, she started to draw wards up about herself, preparing for what was about to inevitably occur. She was ready to face her godfather, or the elven version of it anyway.

Thorn dived like a bullet, and Arya nearly fell out her seat, crying out loud as she smashed back into the saddle, bouncing up and down, eyes wide with terror. "What is it Thorn?!" Arya yelled in surprise.

"Eragon." Thorn replied grimly.

Eragon! Arya was worried, and excited. They had finally found him.

"Who's he with, Thorn?" Arya asked tentatively, as she gripped on to his saddle properly. They were nearing the end of the dive, and as she looked around from underneath the clouds she noticed that there wasn't a tree in sight.

"I can't tell, but it's not a friend!" Thorn yelled as he pulled his wings together and attacked a fanghur. Arya gasped, as she realised that there was a whole flock of fanghur all radiating towards the same spot. And then she noticed a stunningly bright light and a dazzling opal dragon prancing about near the centre of the Fanghur. Eragon. And next to him, was her godfather; Muril Sargül.

That was fun, hey! Hoping to ramp it up a bit soon! Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review! :)