I only own my own OCs. Mental speech in ' ' and ancient language at the bottom as usual. Please review and hope you like Chapter 14!

I had to be careful what I touched for the next few weeks. I found that my new, non-ancient language needing power ran on emotions, so I had to keep in check. I got excited when Emerald perfected her triple loop, and a storm cloud gathered over us, clear everywhere else. I learned to control, but it did take longer than I'd hoped. It took two months to hold in the electricity most of the day, but we found the scar was somehow generating its own lightning, and I had to release it at least once a day, or it would randomly fly, whether I was in control or not. Two of three eggs that Eragon had left with us after leaving had hatched, one for a dwarf boy, one for a human boy.

Arya and I took it upon ourselves to train the new Riders, and to remember that Eragon had promised to return if the dragons could find a haven. I mainly trained the human boy, who had hatched a turquoise male, and was a handsome, red-haired boy of sixteen, named Quin. He was actually a boy from Narda, and he had the strange traits you'd find there, with it's strange culture. He was a quick learner, but he was slightly overeager. Quin also had trouble adjusting to fighting, as he was more accustomed to the scythe, but when he helped forge his sword, which he named Adurna, he began to progress. Alaster, the dwarf youth, was much younger, five. He was quite hard for Arya to handle, and after waking, I'd found she had also become queen, and so I helped whenever I could.

After three years, the pain of Eragon's absence wore away, and left nothing but a small, unhappy hole, but I lived with it easily. Quin became an advanced Rider, and Alaster progressed quickly also. Then, one autumn night, I had entered my hut in the center of Ellesméra, he appeared in the mirror. "Vraela? It's good to see you! How are the new Riders?" I wasn't prepared for this. I had never spoken to him since the siege, and then, our feelings had been tense, despite my stronger emotions. I didn't want to let the lightning loose, so I said calmly, "Eragon Kingslayer. It is... pleasing, to see you." Eragon frowned, and I knew he could tell I didn't feel the same about him.

He said slowly, "Um, is everything alright? You don't seem happy to see me. Is... is it because of Uru'baen?" I shook my head and said, "No, no. I am just tired. Quin is progressing fast. It takes much energy to keep up." But Eragon could see past my half lie, as I was tired, but that wasn't the cause of my uncertainty. I thought of my pain as Eragon practically called me reckless, and it hurt as much as the Skilna Bragh on Murtagh's arrow. "-in Alagaësia?" I shook my head and said, "Um, sorry, I was lost in thought. Could you repeat that?"

He smiled, and said, "You did tend to drift. Well, I asked if all was well in Alagaësia?" I nodded enthusiastically, and said, "Our two new Riders are progressing well, and at this very moment, the third egg you left with the elves is under powerful guard it going to Ceris, where three hundred elves will be attempting to wake the brown dragon inside." He smiled and said, "Well, this seems to be working well. The land I've settled with the dragons is fertile, and the buildings are built. I have encountered no problems."

I told him, "That is great news! Five of the wild eggs have hatched, and all of them are doing well." I heard a sudden rushing outside my hut, and a young elvish boy ran in. He looked full of fear, and when he spoke, his voice was shaky. "He... Help! The... the egg..." I ran to the boy, gripped him arms softly, and told him gently, "Calm down. What do you mean, 'the egg'?" He whispered, "I was guarding the egg... We barely got past Ellesméra's gates... before it came... it attacked... So quick... So evil... It ran from the woods... It attacked and we couldn't see it... but..."

When he wouldn't finish, I told him, "Speak child! We must know!" He said, "The egg... it didn't take the egg... it just said 'This is a warning. The dragons will fall.' Then, it grabbed Janir and was gone..." "Janir? The stable boy?" The boy nodded, and I asked him, "Was there anything special about Janir? And where were you attacked?" He said, "Janir had a way with horses, but that was it. And we were about a league from the east gates. Please, find Janir!"

I nodded, and looked to Eragon, and he said, "All is well, right?" I scowled, "You said it, and it happened. Something bad happened only once you spoke of it. I must go, but I will tell Arya you asked for her." He said, "How do you know I did not seek you?" I said, "Well, you've never called for me before." He frowned lightly, and said, "I never got the chance to tell you. I'm sorry for my words in Uru'baen. I spoke wrongly. I will use the mirrors again soon to speak."

I nodded, and he finished, "I'll speak with you again in two weeks." And the image went dim. I ran quickly with the boy to Arya's dwelling, and almost knocked her over in the garden. She asked quickly, "What's wrong, Vraela?" I told her quickly, and we all ran to the clearing where the party had been attacked. We searched from dusk to midnight, when Arya said, "We have searched by all means, but Janir isn't going to be found this way. We all must rest." I would have protested, but I had searched to my breaking point, and I needed rest.