OOC: No, Faefnir went into his trance just before Galbatorix rose to power. He awoke just after the Battle of Farthen Dur, when Eragon and Saphira were in Du Weldenvarden. So, this was a long time before he actually went into his trance.

OOC: Sry forgot bout this. Pass

He's coming back, now give me the body before he stikes! Aeraldi demanded in an extremely harsh tone.
No! You'll get us both killed in the process. Just look at the golden one, something is very different about him.
Even so, this is not his fight. If he interferes then I shall kill him as well.
Even I know that you cannot do such a thing. I doubt even both of us could.
Then run like a coward. I won't be helping you next time. With that Aeraldi receeded into the back of their mind allowing Aeraldi to take control. The colors in his scales stopped shifting and turned to a pure white. As he opened his eye again he saw Gryphendel arguing with Faefnir, which was about to turn into a fight there. He immediately butted in,
I remember a time when there was no fortress on this mountain. I remember a time where this kind of fighting was rampart throughout the lands, and I certainly remember how many died so that this fortress could exist! I remember a time where even the greatest of all dragons bowed to me. Aeraldi, though not wishing to fight, still held great power within him and broke through the forces binding him. I may be small but I am by no means weak. I apologise for my other side's behaviour, he is reckless but he is not evil. He simply loves battle.