I don't own Eragon or Eldest or anything at all except my own books, but those haven't been published yet, so why mention them? Any way…
Katrina stomped in to her father's shop, following Horst. Why was he so set against selling Eragon meat? He had never done anything to Sloan.
Then she noticed what Eragon was trying to trade. It was a large blue stone with fine white lines crossing over it. While the three men argued and yelled, as men did, she cautiously moved closer to the rock. She slowly reached out a small hand and stroked it. The stone was smooth and warm, more perfect than anything she had ever come across before. What was it made of?
She took her hand away reluctantly as her father said, "This is my store, and I can do whatever I want."
She stepped forward. "Father, Eragon is willing to pay. Give him the meat and then we can have supper."
Sloan's face hardened. "Go back to the house; this is none of your business… I said go!"
She stiffened her back and walked out, though her thoughts were still on the blue rock.
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(Several days later) Eragon stared at the rock. It was rocking back and forth and squeaking so loudly he was sure it would wake up Roran and Garrow.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, the stone stopped. It rolled off the shelf and onto the floor. It just sat there for several minutes. Then suddenly, one long, thin crack appeared on the otherwise smooth surface of the stone. Several more cracks appeared, then suddenly, the entire rock shattered. From the wreckage stepped a small, blue dragon.
Eragon recoiled in horror. Dragons were dangerous. He had heard Brom's stories before. Besides, if raised the thing, he would become a dragon rider. And he knew he could never do that. He didn't have anyone to teach him what to do or how to do it. There was only one thing to do. While the dragon nosed around the room, he quietly slipped out of the room and grabbed a large, heavy-duty bag, and some strong cord. He snuck up behind the dragon and, careful not to touch it, quickly slipped the bag over it. He tied the cord around the top of the bag very tightly, and quietly slipped out of the house. On his way out, he grabbed a knife.