So this is my my story being reposted. The person who previously was posting it for me hasn't been answering me for over a year and im finally able to post my self so here we go
Eragon had been pacing around the boat.
Be patient Eragon, Saphira told him.
It had been a week since Eragon and Saphira left Alagaёsia to raise the new order.
I know, I'm just tired of the endless ocean around us. Eragon thought back to her as he stared into the vast ocean.
Little one, Saphira thought while raising her head to Eragon, why don't you just try to rest.
Okay, I think I will, Eragon said as he sat down against Saphira's large belly.
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Eragon was awoken by someone shaking him; when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the sun had begun to set.
"Blӧdhgarm has requested your presence with the dragon eggs," in response to Eragon's questioning look, the elf that had awaken Eragon quickly added, "he didn't give a reason why, just told me to get you."
Eragon jumped up and ran to the back of the boat while quickly telling the elf, "thank you."
Meanwhile Eragon had to contact Saphira with his mind, telling her, WAKE UP SAPHIRA! I need you to prepare to catch some fish. If my suspicions are correct we may have another mouth to feed.
Watch who you're talking to, or I might like you head to toe! She reprimanded him while Eragon shuddered at the thought of Saphira licking him with her rough, coarse, dragon tongue. With a roaring laugh, and a great jump, the queen of the sky took off into her comfort zone, causing the boat to rock quite a bit.
Eragon sprinted to the egg hold, once reaching it he saw Blӧdhgarm standing over an egg. The egg was the color similar to the hue of orange the sun reached at sunset, with veins of yellow coursing through it. The egg was twice the size that Saphira's had been. "So Blӧdhgarm, was there som-," Eragon was interrupted by a loud cracking noise.
Blӧdhgarm stepped out of the way, revealing the top of the egg was cracking open from the inside, out. On closer inspection he noticed there where cracks all over the egg.
After about a minute of watching the cracking get more and more intricate on the orange egg, Eragon heard another, fainter, cracking. Once he found the source of the cracking he saw it came from where Blӧdhgarm was now standing in the corner, holding a dark navy blue egg, smaller than what Saphira's had originally been, with veins the color of pearls.
"Umaroth dragon of Vrael, what do you make of these two eggs?" Eragon questioned.
Umaroth projected his thoughts to both Eragon and Blӧdhgarm, I'm pretty sure you can figure it out on your own, if not, the answer will be known soon enough.
Eragon thought about it, and realized that the navy blue egg was destined for Blӧdhgarm while the orange was meant to be wild. Thinking he was a bit stupid for not realizing that in the first place he figured he should let Saphira know what was occurring.
Saphira?
Yes, I know Little One; I have been listening the whole time.
I should have known; how was the fishing trip?
I caught many fish for when the hatchlings are ready to eat . . . I think I might have seen a Nidwal in the area; I'm going to go see if it is there.
A little worried Eragon told her to, Stay close to the ship, that way if you need help we can come, then the new order won't be doomed from the start.
I understand your worry, but I'm not a little hatchling anymore.
I love you.
I love you too Little One.
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About an hour later the sunset orange dragon was just starting to poke its head out of its shell, not long later the dragon gave one final push and tore out of it, tearing the shell into many pieces. The dragon hatchling was quite big, twice the size of Saphira when she had hatched.
The dragon looked around for a few seconds, then started to lick itself clean; once all done it walked around the area, found a comfortable position, and went to sleep, curling up into a little ball.
Other than the hatchlings breathing, all was silent for a few minutes. Blӧdhgarm was the first to break the silence, "Can you image? We are the first in at least one hundred years to see the hatching of a wild dragon. It's hard to believe that they will actually prosper once again." Tears had started to form in his eagle like eyes.
"I know how you feel, for the longest time we thought that Saphira's race was doomed, but then we found The Vault of Souls! All of our dreams of seeing the riders are back, and now you will be joining our ranks, I can't think of another who I would want to be a new rider."
With a sudden crack a tiny head popped out of the navy blue egg. It looked straight at Blӧdhgarm, and then pushed its tiny little head into Blӧdhgarm's palm; the pain caused him, like many others to pass out.
As Eragon looked at the little blue dragon staring contently at its new rider he thought to Saphira, and the dragon rider order begins once again . . .
