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Disclaimer: I do not own The Inheritance Cycle. I only own the OC Michael Draven/Ancalagon.

Michael kept up his desire to improve upon his power of lightning, but it wasn't going so well. He couldn't make it greater or stronger. It was more like a little zap that could practically be called a bug zapper. He doubted it would harm anything stronger and bigger than a bug. It would most likely tickle a human, while another dragon would barely even feel it.

But that didn't mean Michael was giving up.

He would take breaks of course and then focus on his fire element, seeing what he can do aside from shooting out a torrent of flame from his mouth. To see if he can manipulate the shape of the fire as it leaves his mouth. That failed spectacularly, so he gave up on it. It was a miracle he could breathe fire, for all he knew his fire breath was simply just that. Nothing greater aside from the burn and destruction it leaves.

Currently, Michael was finishing up with a hunt as he laid in a small clearing, feasting on a buck deer that had presented a rather thrilling chase as it tried to evade him. But in the end, the buck met his fate in the teeth of the silver dragon.

His muzzled bloodied, the carcass reduced to nothing but bones and splotches of blood, Michael got to his feet and walked over to the small stream so he could wash the blood off his muzzle. He lowered his head and just submerged his maw into the water, letting it do its job. However, he tensed as his nostrils picked up on a scent that was right behind him right as he picked up on something landing behind him.

Lifting his head, licking the water off his snout, he turned his long neck around and his eyes landed on the still form of one Saphira Brightscales (Although she hasn't been given that title yet).

Shit, what's she doing here? Michael cursed himself silently for becoming too invested in his training and not focusing on what Eragon and Saphira were doing. At what point in the story were they?

There was a tense feeling in the air as Michael and Saphira stared each other down, taking in the other. She had indeed grown in the span of two months. Her angled head came up to Michael's scaly shoulder. Although Saphira was smaller than him, Michael already knew how skilled she was, simply by her instincts. By the light of the sun, her scales gleamed brilliantly. Her wings, their membranes a pale blue, were held gracefully at her side. Michael gulped, he'd never imagined her to be so...

Beautiful...

No! No! Get those thoughts out of your mind! Michael shook his thoughts away quickly. the last thing he wanted was to start desiring Saphira because she was a female dragon. Besides, she may be beautiful in his eyes, but she could be seeing him as a threat at the moment. Besides, her destined mate is to be Firnen.

Saphira stared at him with a mist of emotion. She was shocked, curious, confused, suspicious and very hopeful.

Huh... Michael tilted his head slightly and she copied the gesture. She has pretty eyes...

Saphira then took a small, hesitant, step forward and Michael remained calm and still. Not growling. Not showing any displays of warning. She hadn't reached her mind out to his, so he was doing what he could to show signs of non-aggression. As such, he allowed her to come closer until she was just inches away from him but not too close. Shocked as she may be to see another of her kind when she thought she was the last one, she was giving him his respectable space.

She sat on her haunches and lifted a foreleg, gently touching his chest with a claw. He leaned back a little and then leaned forward into his regular position as she lowered her paw.

She started to sniff him, which Michael allowed. She circled him, sniffing in different spots from his neck, to his back, his wings. Michael kept his eyes on her, relaxed but ready to spring into action should this turn into a fight.

When she came back around to sit in front of him, Michael was the first to initiate contact by reaching his mind out to hers. He prodded gently and waited, asking for permission and soon enough felt her answer.

I'm... I'm not alone? Her voice was melodious and soft on the ears and uniquely feminine. It sounded... angelic and nice.

Michael stared at her. I thought I was alone as well. He whispered, having made up a backstory for this inevitable meeting. He couldn't exactly say he was a human from another world who has been brought here and transformed into a dragon. It pleases me to see that I am not.

Who are you? Saphira whispered.

Michael was silent, his mind quickly going to work on finding a name for him to use. Michael was... not entirely the best name for a dragon. Okay, it was but it didn't seem to fit in this world. Suddenly, a jolt passed through him and a name sprung to mind, one that he spoke out loud before he could think about it.

Ancalagon. My name is Ancalagon.

Saphira then took in his appearance again, from bottom to top. Her eyes roamed over his legs, noting the muscles in them, the sharpness of his claws that were perfect for ripping prey apart, his wings that were tucked in, tail swaying casually behind him, noting that he was bigger than her, her head only reaching his shoulder, meaning he must be a few months older than her. About eight or ten, she'd reckon.

This drake just radiated strength and power, and as her eyes met his silver eyes, she couldn't help but feel drawn into them. They were quite a sight, as silver as the full moon. As she stared at him, a small private thought made itself known in her mind somewhere.

'This dragon would be the perfect mate.'

Michael, now Ancalagon, shifted, a little nervous at how intently Saphira was staring at him. He really hoped it was just because of the fact she discovered she wasn't alone and not... certain other reasons. While he may be a dragon, he was still a human at heart. And he didn't want this to be like when Saphira discovered Glaedr.

'But she is quite beautiful.'A part of him admitted and he admitted it to himself. Saphira was young and would grow up to be a fierce beauty, no doubt about that. But he was hoping things wouldn't cross that line.

It was you...Saphira whispered, confusing Ancalagon who tilted his head. Sometimes I felt like I was being watched, on the ground and in the air... it was you, wasn't it?

Ancalagon shifted again, more so to keep his limbs from feeling numb due to remaining still for too long. Yes. I have been watching since your Rider found your egg in the Spine. He had been hunting the same prey I had been. I watched from the shadows of the trees, and from my cave up in the mountains.

He jerked his head to said mountains, and Saphira casted them a glance before returning her gaze back to the male dragon.

Where is your Rider? If you don't mind me asking. Ancalagon inquired.

He's... Saphira looked to the ground and then laid down, to which Ancalagon joined her, patiently waiting. His uncle has been attacked by accursed beasts. I... I took him away when I could've done something. When we returned, Garrow was severely injured, and Eragon passed out on the road while trying to take him to the village healer. I took off to remain hidden... and then I saw you.

So Eragon is now going to be resting and recovering for the next two days. Ancalagon privately thought to himself, now are of where the story was in the timeline. He mentally closed his eyes and said a prayer for Garrow, scolding himself for not paying too much attention. Because of his focus on training himself, he had been unable to step in and save Garrow.

My condolences. Ancalagon said to the dragoness.

Saphira merely nodded, then looked inquisitively at him. Do you have a Rider?

Ancalagon snorted and shook his head. No. I am a wild dragon. I have no Rider, nor do I wish for one. I am bound to no one and will remain as such. When I hatched, I was found by a human couple. They didn't treat me like a pet, they raised and protected me. They were the closest thing to a mother and father that I had and I am forever grateful to them... but bandits took them away from me, so I took their lives in return.

He growled darkly as he spoke of his 'tragedy', before calming down and looking at Saphira again before he noticed the sky was getting darker. Come. It is getting late. You can stay in my cave until your Rider awakens. But once he does, we must leave.

Saphira nodded her head and they took off into the air with Ancalagon taking the lead.

As they flew, Saphira's eyes strayed back to Ancalagon, watching how he flew. He had clearly learned the art of flying and became a natural flyer with the way he flew, his wings giving powerful flaps every so often. She increased her speed a little so she was side-by-side with him causing him to glance at her but he said nothing and turned his gaze forward again.

It took two days for Eragon to wake up from his fever. During that time Saphira got to know Ancalagon a bit more. At least, what he was willing to tell her about his collaborated story. The two dragons either spent time talking to each other, hunting for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or sleeping the day away although Saphira didn't sleep much due to her worry for her Rider.

It got to the point Ancalagon told her that Eragon wouldn't want her to be sleep deprived which could affect the both of them should they be attacked. Saphira understood and slept not long after, but refused to move from where she was laying next to him that night much to Ancalagon's slight embarrassment as he realized he had a girl sleeping next to him.

Right now, Ancalagon was returning from a morning flight in order to pass the time. He was aware Eragon had awoken and was planning to leave to hunt the Ra'zac, and now all that was left was for him to wait.

When he returned to his cave, he found Saphira who had a blank look on her face as she stared ahead before she snapped out of it and looked at me. We must go. She declared as she stood. Eragon is calling.

Ancalagon narrowed his eyes a little. Did you mention me?

No. A look of mischief flashed across her sapphire eyes. I figured I'd leave that as a surprise.

Ancalagon chuckled in amusement at Saphira wanting to scare her poor Rider. You mischievous little dragoness.

Little?! Saphira snorted, offended. I am not little!

You're heard only reaches my shoulder. Ancalagon deadpanned.

You're a ten-month old dragon!

Semantics.

Saphira just grumbled to herself and passed him, smacking him with her tail as she passed which incited a grunt from the male dragon who had been chuckling.

Spreading their wings, the dragons took off into the air and arrived near Eragon's farm. They waited until Saphira eventually flew down to meet with her Rider and Brom, Ancalagon opted for staying in the air. Part of him wanted to make a grand, dramatic entrance. Maybe it was something to do with the fact dragons love to be dramatic or like making entrances. However, he was close enough to hear Brom.

"So... it starts again. But how and where will it end? My sight is veiled; I cannot tell if this be tragedy or farce, for the elements of both are here... However it may be, my station is unchanged, and I..."

Taking that as his cue, Ancalahon let out a medium roar that was sure to gain Eragon and Brom's attention, which it did as their gazes snapped up to the sky and they watched in shock as Ancalagon came in for a landing, wings spread in an intimidating manner, head raised proudly.

Good evening, everyone. Ancalagon said, amused at the humans' expressions.

And so the journey begins.