Begging of a Legend
This is an updated copy of the original chapter. I fixed and modified the spelling mistakes. So it should be easier to read. If you catch anything I missed please tell me.
(All rights to the series are owned by Christopher Paolini.)
Its late at night, the moon is almost at its zenith, there's a slight crisp breeze singling that winter is approaching. Eragon ran through the trees, each step a whisper in the night, moving though the dark like a phantom. For the past two days he's been tracking a doe through Spine, so he'll be able to help support his uncle Garow and his cousin Roran through the winter. He slowed to a silent stop, to examine a track that the doe left in the soft earth. Eragon has been hunting in the spine as long as he could remember. Through years of experience, he became one of the few people who could travel through the spine and survive. Although, he also has an instinctual understanding of the Spine, which almost no one else had, he could spend weeks in the Spine and return home unharmed. After examining the tracks he concluded that he's only a few hours behind the doe. He took off running in the direction his instincts told him to go. A few hours later he found his target, it was lazily lying on the ground resting, unaware of Eragon approaching. Eragon stops, to check the wind to see its direction, there's a slight cross-headwind. Satisfied, he began to stalk closer to the doe. When he deemed he was close enough he nocked an arrow he began to take aim. Right before he was fully lined up, a thunder clap of light and extreme heat shook through the clearing, blinded by the light he released the arrow sending it into the brush and clearly missing the doe. He bent over and fiercely rubbing his eyes until his vision returned. When he looked at where the explosion erupted he was shocked at what he saw. In a circle of chard and smoking earth was a rich blue egg.
"A DRAGON EGG!?"
Eragon exclaimed under his breath. He knew what it was from all the stories he heard Brom, the village story-teller recite on a some-what regular basis. Cautiously, he slowly approached the sapphire blue egg. Slowly he knelt down and slowly felt its surface. It was smooth to the touch, smoother than any stone he's ever seen. A few moments later his hand started to tingle, although it wasn't an uncomfortable, if anything it felt rather nice. When he pulled his and back he was over whelmed a sudden compulsion to take it. He slowly picked it up and placed it in his bag. After it was settled nicely among his other positions so it would be kept war, he looked at the sky. The moon was almost close to its zenith, which meant it was almost mid-night. With that he took off searching for a place to bed down for the night, an hour or so later he found a hollowed out indent in the side of a hill which he decided was formed by a river. He walked over to the indent and set his pack down before searching for some wood so he could start a small fire. As he collected wood he began to think where that egg came from. Who sent it to him? The only person Eragon could think of who would have a dragon egg would be Galbatorix. The thought that someone stole it from the king entertained him.
"The mighty king has grown weak indeed."
Eragon laughed silently to himself. His family has always despised the king with a passion unknown to most. Ever since his men beat his uncle senseless because he couldn't fully pay the taxes one year, and demanded "compensation" for their effort to "enforce" the law. Once he had collected enough wood he returned to the indent and started a small fire with his flint and steel. A few minutes later he had a decent size fire going. After he had something to eat he set to examine the sapphire blue egg, it was about two feet in length and a little over a foot in width, it wasn't shaped like any he's ever seen, it was cylindrical with the ends rounded. Running all over the egg were white veins placed randomly. Upon looking closer he realized that there was a slight silver light pulsating through the veins almost like a heartbeat. After another half hour of closely examining the egg, he was about to put it back into his pack, then stopped; he was overwhelmed with a sense of protectiveness, so instead he lied down while gripping the egg close to his chest. As he closed his eyes and slowly fall asleep the silver light pulsating in the white veins sped up bit by bit until they glowed with a silvery light. Eragon was now fast asleep now, unaware of what was happening.