Hello, Everyone! I am back again. School has just ended and I graduated, so hopefully I will be able to do a little more writing. Here is the next chapter in The Dragon's War. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Everything is owned by Christopher Paolini. Expect a few characters including Gala, Gala's parents, Tin, and Legiol. Please ask me before using this characters. Thank you!

Chapter 3

The birds were singing silly songs again. Did they have something better to do? Eragon had made himself get out of bed early which was one of the reasons he was in a foul mood. The other two reasons were his fight with Bid'daum going back to the war and the other was that Bid'daum had not spoken with him since last night. Eragon had grown accustomed to the white dragon always saying something to him.

Eragon finished getting ready for his join back to Tin's war camp. He left his family's tree house; hoping he would be able to see it again.

Wars are full of death and never knowing if today will be your last day. Eragon was growing tired of this war or maybe he was just tired from lack of sleep. Besides getting up early today, he tossed and turned during the night.

Unlike the day before, where Eragon's peaceful walk took only two hours to get to town. Today took the whole of three hours. Once in town, Eragon headed for the stables where all of the war horses were housed. The other elves Eragon would be traveling with won't be at the stables for another hour.

The beautifully crafted stables held some of the most powerful animals Eragon had ever seen. The horses' coats gleamed brightly in the sunlight and they danced on powerful legs ready to carry a rider across the land into the unknown. They would not shy from a dragon's fierier breath or from an enemy's quick sword, for they would charge into battle. These powerful animals were gentler than a creek. They would let children play around their legs and climb onto their backs for a quick ride.

Eragon walked over to one of his favorite horses. A young colt by the name of Quicksilver, a gray horse that stood well over 16 hands high. The colt greeted Eragon with a sniff of Eragon's pockets, looking for any treats. Eragon rubbed Quicksilver's neck, letting the colt smell him.

You did not bring me any treats, said the young horse.

"Sorry," Eragon murmur to the horse.

"What did you say?" ask an elf nearby, bring out another horse.

"Oh, Quicksilver was just complaining that I did not bring him any treats," Eragon told the elf. He did not recognize this elf.

"Horses can't talk," the other elf said.

"Every creature has a voice. You just need to learn how to listen," Eragon responded.

"Whatever," said the other elf, "Are you here for the war party that is leaving?"

"Yes," Eragon said slightly annoyed, "Do you work here?"

"Yup, just started yesterday," the elf said happily.

"Good, I will be taking Quicksilver."

"All right, I need your name."

"It is Eragon. I am going to Captain Tinorfiwiel's campsite."

"Thank you," said the elf.

The other elf walked away, tugging on the lead rope of a brown leggie mare. Eragon shook his head still annoyed with the other elf. Eragon put Quicksilver in cross tires and saddle the white horse. The other members of the war party were doing the same. This war party only had five members in it. Two members were going to Tin's camp including Eragon and the other three were headed someplace else.

The five elves were soon headed on their way through the green forest. Eragon sat quietly on Quicksilver's back, listening to the other elves' speaking to each other.

"How long until we reach Tin's camp?" a black haired female elf asked.

"We should be there tonight or tomorrow morning," answered the only other female elf.

"Are you new?" asked a male elf with blondish white hair.

"Yes, today is my first day out. I am Harwel."

"Oh! How exciting! I remember my first mission," the blond female said.

"I know right! I can't wait to see everything."

Eragon closed his eyes. The she-elf will soon learn that war is not about sightseeing the world. War is about…well, Eragon did not know what war was about. All he knew was that this war was not any closer to being over with. He felt tired. Tired from lack of sleep. Tired of the endless bloodshed and death. Tired of life in general.

You know, Eragon, being tired all the time is not good, said a deep voice in Eragon's mind.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Eragon said loudly. The other four elves looked over at Eragon. The horses had stopped moving because of Eragon's sudden out busted.

"What are you talking about?" someone asked.

"Ehh, nothing, just talking to myself," Eragon said.

Yeah, like they will believe that lie, Bid'daum said.

Shut up, Eragon responded grinding his teeth together and asking Quicksilver to keep moving forward. The other elves followed Eragon and asked their horses to move forward.

What kind of animal is that? Bid'daum asked.

It's a horse. What are you doing here?

Who says I am here?

I don't care where you are. What if the other four elves here find you?

Haha, they could not find me.

Why not?

Because I will not let them.

You are such a pain. I hope you know that. Are you following me?

Yes, I want to make sure you don't do anything stupid.

I have never done anything stupid.

Oh, really, what about that time you step off the tree house twenty feet in the air or when you bought a dragon's egg home?

You do know that you are the dragon that came from that egg, right? And I was eight when that happen.

Yes.

Great, responded Eragon.

Eragon was still ired with Bid'daum. However, he was glad Bid'daum was talking to him again. He had missed his dragon friend talking to him.

The bright sun high in the sky soon fell below the horizon. As the sun set, bright lights of pink, blue, and green danced in the sky. The lights turned into darkness. With the darkness coming, the five companions stopped to make a small camp.

Eragon took care of the horses as the others set up the campsite. Tomorrow morning, he would be among Tin's war camp. He would rather be at home in his tree house and studying Bid'daum. Maybe he will get to meet another dragon, whom won't try to kill him. Or he could and get Bid'daum to talk to the other dragons. That seemed like a good idea.

The rest of the night passed quickly and soon Eragon was saddling Quicksilver again. For the short journey to Tin's camp.

Good morning, sleeping beauty.

Shut up, Eragon responded, smiling at Bid'daum's greeting.

The five elves and horses made quick work of the few miles between the two campsites. Small tan tents told the five elves that they had entered the campsite. The five continue into the middle of the camp until they come upon a group of elves with Tin in the middle and discussing battle plans. He looked up from the map at the five newcomers.

"Ah, good, Eragon and Harwel are here," Tin said. Tin nodded to the other three elves, who were leaving for another war camp nearby. Eragon dismounted Quicksilver.

"Harwel, you may go get some rest. Eragon, I need to speak with you."

"All right, captain," Eragon said.

"Eragon, I want you to scout to the Southwest. No one has been there yet."

"When do you want me to leave," asked Eragon.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir."

Next Morning

Eragon awoke to the sounds of the war camp. In war camps, no one sleeps just like in cities. Elves were always coming and going. Apparently, this was a good thing in war camps, as the emeries could not sneak in and kill everyone in their beds. Eragon would weather wake to birds than to other elves. He was not a people person.

Since the other people woke him this morning, Eragon decided to get ready for his scouting trip. The plan was for him to scout to the southwest to see any dragons. The elves used to have more people go out for scouting, however, the dragons could always find bigger groups of elves. The captains started using just one elf for scouting. Using one elf was more productive and the elves lost few warriors. Being a scout was still the most dangerous job, as they would be the first ones to find the dragons and those dragons would kill the elves.

Eragon finished his packing his pack for the scouting trip. Scouts generally traveled light in case they needed to run and they never took a horse. Horses were faster, but many times they would run blind and give away positions.

Eragon went to report to Tin before leaving; the captains always needed to know these details.

"Good luck," The captain told Eragon.

Eragon walked through the remained of the camp; most of the other elves were up by now. They were either woken by the noise of others or the bright sunlight raining down from the heavens. Today will be a beautiful day to walk among the emerald green forest and listen to the music only the forest could make.

The blond haired elf traveled quickly on foot. He could feel the white dragon in his mind; waiting for him to get farther away from camp to greet his friend. Eragon did not like that Bid'daum was so close to a war camp, but he could not force the stubborn dragon to do anything. Bid'daum probably felt the same way about Eragon; neither one controlled the other.

After walking at a fast paced, Eragon was finally far away from the camp. Bid'daum come to Eragon. The two walked in silent for a couple of miles with no signs of dragons or elves.

There are no other dragons this way, Eragon.

Yes, I know, but I still have to travel.

Very well, we will continue on this road. Let's hope to find something more interesting than dragons or elves.

That would be nice.

I am not sure that would be nice.

Do you know something I don't?

Whatever do you speak of? I know lots of things you don't.

Like what, you big dork?

I am not telling you.

Maybe that is why are two races are at war with each other.

No, we are at war, because of you elves.

I know, Bid'daum. I was joking.

Oh, sorry, Eragon.

That is fine.

So how should we kill the time?

Eragon's yells filled the air as Bid'daum rose from the forest into the skies. Eragon had never seen the world from a place so high before. The blue skies spoke of hidden advantages waiting for them. The dark mountains called their names and bracken them to race towards them.

Eragon tried to look all over, not wanting to miss anything from the dragon's back. Bid'daum's powerful form left the pair higher and higher. Soon Bid'daum lunged forward with Eragon on his back. The dual headed for the mountains and soared until the sapphire sky darkens with a black night. They landed not far from where they have taken off from; for when dawn come Eragon would have to report back to camp.

Eragon fell quickly to sleep for the flying made him tired. Bid'daum stayed awake making sure not even an elf was near. They did not let their guards down even when high in the air. For one never knows when a dragon or elf will attack. The two never spoke of how they hated to watch for either race, because if they met another of either race the other one would surely be put to death.

Daybreak comes quickly and Eragon said his goodbye to Bid'daum. They would be seeing each other later. Eragon enters the camp site and headed straight for Tin's tent, where he would give his report and his next obligation.

"Ah, Eragon, anything to report?" the captain asked.

"Nothing, my lord."

"Good, go and rest."

"Very well."

Eragon traveled back to the small tent, he left a day ago. The captain had not told Eragon of his next job. Eragon liked to stay busy and not having a job annoyed him. The next few days passed slowly to Eragon for he had nothing to do.

"Are you Eragon?" asked an elf one morning.

"Yes," said Eragon, standing from his place by the cooking fire.

"I am Daechir son of Merilinor. Captain Lord Tinorfiwiel son of Alfirinor would like to see you," the young elf said.

"I will head there right away," Eragon responded.

Eragon had to resist from rolling his eyes at the young elf. Daechir son of Merilinor must be a new recruit as most elves don't introduce themselves anymore. They had more important things to do than to say who they were. Young Daechir will soon learn that lesson as he gets more and more missions. Eragon strode through the campsite until he comes to Tin's tent.

"Greets Eragon, I am riding to Captain Oron's camp today. We have plans to meet with the General. I want you to accompany me."

"As you wish, my lord."

"Good, we leave at high noon."

Eragon hurry back to his tent for he only had a few hours to gather his belongings. He had never accompanied the captain to meet with the General of the Army. The captain usually took to a meeting with the captain every month for orders.

Two hours later, Eragon had Quicksilver saddled. The young colt was ready to be on their way for he danced and pranced as Eragon saddle him. Eragon met with Tin at the campsite stables where several other elves were saddling horses. The group of twenty-five elves soon were leaving the large campsite with Tin's second in command in charge of the other warriors.

Eragon rode near the front as Tin lead the group through the forest. The forest grew darker and darker as the day wore on.

A deathly roar was heard nearby and startled several of the horses. The other elves drew their weapons as several riders got their horses under control again. Quicksilver had not been frightened by the roar of a dragon. Eragon looked at the other elves with weapons out in confusing then he realized that it was not Bid'daum that roared. Eragon quickly drew his own sword. Had he gotten so used to Bid'daum that he could not sense another dragon? Maybe he could try and communicate with these dragons.

Six brown and green dragons come charging out of the forest. Their colors made these dragons hard to stop. The elves split into smaller groups to take the dragons down. Eragon was with Tin's group. He reached for the green dragon's mind with his own, but he was meet by a stone wall around the dragon's mind.

Quicksilver rear as the blond elf enter his own mind once more. The green dragon had taken two of the elves in their group down. Tin and Eragon were the only ones left standing. Their horses reared and buck as they tried to get closer to the creature. Eragon jumped off Quicksilver. The war horse may charge into battle, but going up against a large creature made the horse want to run in the opposite direction. Horses, after all, were just another prey animal. Quicksilver ran in the opposite direction once his rider was off his back. Tin looked at Eragon and followed his lead; letting his warhorse go as well.

"Hey! Over here," yelled Tin. As Eragon tried to get underneath the dragon. Dragons were the hardest of creatures to kill, as their scales were as tough as armor. However, one way to kill a dragon was to get underneath to the softer scales. One could put a sword through these scales if they had enough strength.

Eragon success in his quest to get underneath the dragon. He put his sword through the dragon's gut. The dragon gave a roar and fell. Eragon had quick steps, so the creature would not land on him. The other elves had success in defeating the other dragons. But where was their captain?

The blond elf spotted the other elf on the ground with claw marks on his chest. Eragon ran to their fallen commander. Tinorfiwiel still had breath in his lungs.

"My lord," Eragon said.
"Eragon, lead the others to Oron," the captain said trying to breathe in oxygen.

"Let me heal you."

"No, Eragon, I do not have much time. You need to go to Oron. Stop the war, only you can. I know of your dragon friend."

Eragon eyes widen, how did Tin know of Bid'daum? He told know one.

"How…?"

Before Eragon could finished Tinorfiwiel passed from the world into the next. Eragon closed his eyes.

"Find peace, my lord."

The young elf stood and looked to the rest of the elves only 13 remained of the original twenty-five. Half of their numbers cut into two. Tin was right the war must end and only Eragon could end it.

So here is chapter three. I do hope you enjoyed it.