Mike's POV
A couple months after I had killed the Minotaur Kveykva-Deyja and Istalri-Slytha were finally big enough to ride. Eragon insisted on building me a saddle for one as I built another saddle for the other. We took all the needed measurements and started building. It was a long hard complicated task. First we cut straps from leather we bought from the tanner in Carvahall. Then we molded the leather to the correct shape of their backs. When everything was set we put it together using the straps to tie everything together. In a couple of hours we had a set of two identical saddles. Istalri-Slytha snaked his head up and looked at the saddle sitting on the ground in front of him. (a/n apostrophes represent them talking with their minds) 'Michael this saddle looks amazing it will fit perfectly at the base of my neck as and the other one looks like it will fit Kveykva-Deyja well too. We should take them out to fly at the soonest opportunity.' I smiled at Istalri-Slytha and nodded turning back to Eragon who sat leaning against Saphira. "Eragon, where are we going from here? I mean we can't stay in Carvahall forever, and we need to start training." He looked at me and said, "Oh you want to start training do you? Well how about we start now. Do you see the rock beside your feet?" I quickly looked down and picked up the rock he was talking about and lifted it in my open palm. "Raise it off your palm and hold it in the air." I nodded then smiled. Using my other hand I picked it up and said, "Done." A look of irritation flashed across his face, but it was replaced by a blank expression. "No with magic." he stated as I set it back in my palm. Before he could react the stone shot into the air and stopped right around eye level. A look of dumbfounded awestruck amazement found its way to his face, but one of anger quickly replaced it. "Michael I will tell you this once. Do not use magic without the ancient language. It is extremely dangerous, and should only be used as a last resort. Also magic has rules. Do not break them or you will die. First rule: Don't try to bring back the dead. Sec. . . . what the heck is that." His reaction was because after he said the first rule I couldn't help but have a little fun with him so I made a skeleton appear out of the ground using one of the powers of Hades. I smiled and soon was rolling on the ground laughing. Soon there was a deep rumbling sound that sounded more like a thunder clap, but I quickly realized it was all of the dragons laughing.
Later that night when Eragon had finally fallen asleep I thought back to my home of camp half-blood and smiled then remembered that if I wanted to I could go back at any point in time and visit family and friends. I was going to prod Istalri-Slytha and Kveykva-Deyja waking them up to ask if I should, but I knew that if I went back it would be nearly impossible to tear myself to come back. Instead I thought about my situation and settled for how I could try to better myself and accelerate through my training as well as gain some extra knowledge as well. The more I thought about it the more irritated I became until my thoughts slipped through my barriers and woke up my dragons. In a sleep filled voice Istalri-Slytha whispered 'Why don't you just call back a ghost of one of the riders that had lived before the fall?' 'I had never thought of that.' With that I began concentrating hard on bringing a ghost up from the underworld to help me. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated even harder until I heard a grumpy voice that I was scared to look up and see who it belonged to. A few seconds later I looked up and gasped standing in front of me was the one person I thought I would never meet.
Well here is a new chapter tell me what y'all think
