A.N: Hey beautiful people! I'm going to try and give you guys a chapter, but it might not be very good...or long... sorry. But I refuse to abandon you after all your support. By the way, I realise my mistake about the new island but the chapter was published so long ago the I can't get it on my doc manager so I can't update it! Any help with that would be appreciated but for now, just consider it as the first island west of Vroengard. Another thing, any thoughts will be in bold italics so as not to mix up thoughts and dialogue with dragons. Here we go...

ON WITH THE STORY!

2. Plans.

"Queen Arya! Calm down!" An elf yelled. It was Kaib, her steward. Arya woke up kicking and screaming from her nightmare, Kaib was trying to settle her. A layer of sweat coated her flawless skin and soaked her jet black hair.

It's just a dream, Arya. Firnen's deep voice soothed. Nothing is wrong.
No, everything is wrong, Firnen! I'm a mess! She replied in her head, sitting up.
"My lady, Fru Cayo wishes to speak with you." Kaib explained.
"Thank you Kaib. That will be all." She said, dismissing him. She disentangled herself from the heap of sheets that was her bed and walked to her water bowl to wash. It had been a month or so since the letter arrived.

What is wrong with me? Arya thought to herself. I chose to stay behind! Why am I in so much mental turmoil? But despite her questions, she knew the answer.

She was in love with Eragon.

It could not work, it should not work. She was old enough to be his grandmother! Also, she was the queen, she could not abandon her people. But through all the 'could not's and 'should not's, she loved him, and she knew Firnen felt the same way about Saphira. She walked to the throne room alongside Firnen, ready to meet with someone who would see Eragon before she did.

She approached the Urgal and her magnificent purple dragon. Fru bowed and Amet nodded respectfully.
"Fru Cayo, Amet, what can I help you with?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Amet has finally come of age, we wish to begin our full training with Eragon."

Arya took in the two. Fru had the typical Urgal look. She was roughly seven feet tall and her horns looked strong and healthy. She had grey skin and yellow eyes like all Urgals. She was impressive, but not nearly as impressive as her dragon.

Amet's dark purple scales sparkled like gems. He was Firnen's height, but had more muscle and bulk. His eyes were a fierce amber and his claws were sharp and deadly.

"You must travel to the first island west of Vroengard. Eragon lives in the castle in the middle of the island. Do not be alarmed if you see flying horses, they are inhabitants of the island and are not be harmed. Give Eragon my regards."
Fru Cayo nodded and left, saying she had business to attend to. Arya kept on pondering her predicament. She could not abandon her race, but Eragon could not return, as was told in his fate. Could you even deny fate? No, you couldn't, fate was fate.

Firnen, I can't do this. She said to her dragon.
What do you mean?
I can't go on like this, I can't stay here without Eragon. I feel sick daily because of my sadness, I cry myself to sleep every night and am always tired as I never get enough sleep due to nightmares!
I know how you feel, little one. I miss Saphira badly. Perhaps a visit to this island may help? You can make sure Eragon is safe and meet these pegasi creatures. At least then you will have better sleep.
Good idea. We shall depart when Fru goes in a week. Thank you Firnen.

Happy with her plans to visit Eragon, Arya carried on with the day. It wasn't till she was about to go to bed that she was disturbed. A courier ran to her and bowed.
"Speak." She ordered. "What is wrong?"
"My queen," he began. "The brown dragon egg has hatched. Queen Nasuada insists that you and the other race leaders should come to Ilirea at once. Fru Cayo has been told to go too and has already left."
"Thank you, I will set off immediately. Tell Kaib that he is in charge during my absence." She replied, already packing supplies in a bag.

When they were prepared, the Elf queen and her emerald dragon took flight and went to the human capital, Ilirea.

The journey was long but uneventful and Arya was relieved when the beautiful city came into view at dawn two days later. The sparkling rays from the rising sun made the water glitter. The guard on patrol noticed her and told the other soldiers to stand down.

Arya landed in the town square and was approached by a royal courier, panting from his journey.
"Queen Arya... get to the palace... Queen Nasuada must speak with you."
"Thank you." She replied, running off with Firnen flying behind. She was confused, why all this fuss over a dragon hatching? There was no rush to visit Fru when Amet hatched. Something must have been wrong. Was the dragon sick? Was the rider a criminal? Had either of them killed someone important?

They reached the palace and were ushered in by servants and directed to the royal parlour. The halls were big enough for Firnen to pass through walking. She found Murtagh and Angela talking hurriedly outside. They spotted her and ran over.
"Arya, thank goodness you're here! I thought you hadn't got our message!" Murtagh said.
"What is wrong?" She asked "Is the dragon alright? What about the rider?"
"I... think it would be better for you to see it for yourself." Angela said worriedly. They walked together into the parlour and saw several people surrounding a chair. She recognised Orik, King Orrin of Surda, Nasuada, Nar Garzhvog and Fru Cayo and Amet and a few others. They all noticed her in the doorway and parted. Arya's eyes fell upon the new rider and she felt faint.

There, holding a brown baby dragon, was a girl that looked about nineteen years old with black hair and violet eyes.

"Hello Arya, it's been a while." Elva said to the horrified queen.

A.N: Dun, dun, duuuuuun! So there you have it. I'm sorry it's so short but that's all I could manage. Please tell me what you think and continue your amazing support.

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