(A/N Hi everyone! This is my first story that is going to have multiple chapters so please review!)

I sat in the large pine tree as I stared down at the bustling city of trees below me. Small critters chuckled and chirped as they hopped from place to place and the elves sang and spoke with them. I watched as the only elven children gently coaxed a small reddish brown deer out of the leafy foliage as it was attracted by the music of the people. I carefully slid off the tree branch and landed on the ground with a soft crunch. I could smell the pine needles and the sweet scent of wild herbs from the marketplace. My friends smiled at me and greeted me with their lilting voices as they spoke the Ancient Language.

I ran out in to the forest and made not a single sound as I dashed away from my home with anxiety. But where could I go? Where could I hide? Eragon would always find me, and I could never deny that he was the only one who could procure my love practically effortlessly and then more as he tried and failed. Or so he thought. I reached up and felt my ears, the sharp tips that tended to set me apart from humans. And then I thought of everything more. I was nearly a century old, while he was still a child. Yet every day he looked more like us. And I cannot deny that when the carriers of the dragon tattoo gifted him with the speed and agility of a true elf and healed his terrible scar, I was ecstatic. He became one of us truly then.

I ducked under some branches that hung from the canopy above and slowed my hunter's tread to a still. I was in a clearing no more than five feet across. The trees swooped their canopies above it and let in only one beam of pure light that illuminated a tiny pool. I studied the scene, knowing at once it was old magic, the like that hadn't been seen in years. In my ears I heard whispers.

Welcome, Arya. We've been waiting for you, young one.

I was intrigued. The last time I was called young was many years ago when I was only twenty years of age.

Yes, Arya. Come to us. Unite with your fate.

My… fate? This wasn't sounding good. I began to be afraid. Do I refuse and forever think that I lost the last clue that the riders left for Eragon and his new order? Or do I accept and find it is only dark magic that weaves its deadly tentacles into the heart and soul? I reached forward and walked to the pond.

I gazed into the depths where the sun illuminated a single green stone. Except I knew it was no stone.

Unite with your fate.

Come, Arya.

The calls of my ancestors were overwhelming, but I was sent over the edge when I heard the voice of the dragon itself as it softly murmured in its endless wait for his rider. His? There was no going back now.

I reached my hand into the water and grasped the egg that lay in its illuminated depths.

Green light was everywhere as the sunlight refracted off of its surface in slivers.

I closed my finger around the stone and ran back to my home as fast as I could.

(A/N What will happen? What will Arya name her dragon?)