Chapter 1: The Spine, The Heritage, And The Egg
No food for two days. I must have food, Danny thought as his stomach grumbled. He was alone in the spine, hunting. After his father had died, he had spent most of his time there. This sucks. I wish I could just buy some. But no, because of my no good lousy father. I wish I could have had a better father.
It was then he heard the twig snap. He twisted and shot in the direction he had heard the noise come from. He followed the arrow. After a few seconds he came across the body of an elk. The arrow was sticking through the chest of the animal.
I'll eat good tonight, for the first time in a while, he thought.
He then got around to skinning and cooking the elk. The meat was delicious. Danny was not sure if it was because he had cooked it well, or because that he had not eaten in awhile.
He then got around to setting up camp. He set up his tent, then got around to making the fire. He made a pile of the driftwood he had collected throughout the day. "Brisingr," he muttered Nothing happened. Dang, I wish I could use magic. He picked up two sticks and started rubbing them together. He then got into the tent and promptly fell asleep. He dreamt a bad dream.
He was lying on his cot, in the highest tower of the castle in Ura 'baen. He could hear the sound of battle through his window. I hope they slay my father, he thought. The world would be off good without Galbatorix. It went on like this for hours. Then he heard the cry of victory. He jumped up and peered through the window. There, through all the people and smoke from the burning houses, he saw his fathers body. He started cheering on with them. He saw Eragon and his dragon Saphira flying around above them.
Half way through the night his dream morphed into a different scene.
He was standing before the high table at which sat Eragon, Nasuada, Orin, Orik, and beside it, Saphira. Eragon was stating all the crimes he thought that Danny had committed. He then banished him from the land.
Danny woke screaming.
The next morning, he made breakfast from the left over elk and some eggs he had found in a bird's nest. When he finished his soup, he went out to search for some fire wood.
I will only be able to stay here for another day at most. They might still be looking for me.
He had an arm full of fire wood when his foot caught on something. He picked himself up and looked for what had tripped him. There, imbedded in the ground, was a green stone.
A dragon egg, he thought in wonder.