Disclaimer; None of the Inheritance Cycle story is mine. All characters, places, and languages belong to Christopher Paolini.
The Return of an Ancient King
Eragon thrashed in his sleep, caught in the dream
A gentle rocking motion, as if he was on a boat. The wind buffeting his face, hair streaming out behind him. He was flying. Looking down, he sees a long, sinuous neck covered in blue scales. A name leaps into his mind. "Saphira." Looking over the great neck, he sees a humongous plain stretched out beneath him, random bits of flame burning merrily. On opposite side of the field were two armies. They both charge and the dream seems to shimmer.
The vision solidifies just in time to see a flash of red rush past as dragon and rider leap back into the battle. He draws a sword with a crimson blade and the dream dissolves into random bits of sound and images.
A flash of red and blue.
A rush of fire and the ring of steel-on-steel.
A pained shriek.
A feeling of earth beneath his feet.
Some bellowed words in a strange language and more steely clangs.
A sense of pain not his own and immense anger because of it.
White scales and a feeling of power and tremendous fury.
A rush of sapphire flames and the flash of white claws.
A bellow of pain and a red beast winging away.
As the dream ends, Eragon relaxes into a deeper sleep. He's soon awakened by a loud squeak and a crack coming from the blue stone on his bed-side table. He quickly forgot about the dream.
Angela and Solembum looked at each other as Eragon left Angela's shop in Teirm.
There's something that you are hiding from him, isn't there. Solembum said flatly as he stared at the eccentric herbalist.
Angela chuckled.
"Indeed I am, my scruffy friend," she said, pulling out more dragon knucklebone rune stones and placing them on the table. "See here. The flame and the horns in this order… I haven't seen that in over a hundred years! He has the body of a man, yet the heart and mind of a dragon. This, though, is most intriguing. I am not often confused, and yet, these four runes continue to confound me."
Solembum leaned over the table to look at the runes Angela was pointing at. At the very center on the board were four runes in a diamond formation, all touching each other; a dragon and a human side-by-side. Over top was a sword and underneath was a claw. Standing up and moving away from the table to get a better look, both stop dead in their tracks and turn to stare at each other, and then the board again.
On the board, the runes produced an outline of an ancient symbol. A dragon, curled into a circle, with a crown slightly above it.
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