'Lo again! I don't own Eragon characters, I'm SURE you know this. X3 Um. This is yaoi. It'll be very short. Just a little spur of the moment Idea I thought of while being bored on . Anyway, I do so hope you enjoy this. The character, Erron, I added. I made him up. HE'S NOT NORMAL! D; -cough- I mean, he isn't in the stories.

Okay...yeah...read now. And, review, maybe?

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Little one, Saphira touched his mind, and Eragon turned. Where are you going?

He smiled, watching her slip from their room, sleepy in the night. He'd woken at about midnight and had been wandering around the grounds for a while now. He hadn't hoped to wake her. Fear not, Saphira. I am simply going to bathe. He touched her nose gently. I am sorry for waking you.

I woke on my own, she offered, blinking a few times and gazing down the hall. What time is it?

Soon to be noon. He smiled, watching one of the Dwarves hurry by. He bowed slightly in his hurry. "Shadeslayer."

Eragon bowed back and turned, his boots clicking lightly on the ground beneath him. Noon or just after. We were both up late last night.

Indeed we were. Saphira followed at his heels. A smile crept across his face as her nails clicked to match that of his boots. How Bad was your back this time?

Eragon nodded once, very slowly. It wasn't unbearable this time. He mused this more to himself, though he spoke this to his partner. Just...very uncomfortable.

They turned down yet another passage, moving aside as a few dwarves carting barrels of what Eragon guessed was mead, and in turn receive a chorus of bows and 'shadeslayer' in many tones. He would have nodded at them, but they had already turned the corner. Everyone seems so buisy, Saphira mused. Eragon simply nodded and continued on his way.

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I'll stay outside. I can't fit through the door, Saphira nodded at the doors leading into the bathing rooms. Eragon nodded.

"I wont be long." He didn't plan to be. However, this would be a hollow lie in the hour to come.

He shut the door behind him, walking in and staring at the large sight that met him. The bathing tub was more of a hot spring. Watter poured from the high wall of stone in a waterfall at least twenty feet high. It fell into a large, rought pool at the base that was the size of a barn's floor. It's water was clear as crystal, and it seemed to go only about four feet. Good, he could sit down. He walked past the huge marble pillars lining the stone walls and peered into the pool. He nodded, noting the bottom was of packed sand. After taking another look at the grand waterfall, he turned and stepped over to a large marble table. Here he removed his linen tunic and rested it in a folded square, then eased off his boots setting them next to him. He sighed, resting his hands on the marble and looking down at the floor. So many things were happening at once. He held so many alliances. He was part of so many twisted plans.
He wasn't supposed to go near steamed cabbage, whatever that meant. He was utterly and absolutely void of anything but smashed together thoughts. He was starting to give himself a headache.
After noting this, he closed his mind to those many, many thoughts. He let the sound of the water calm him. It brought peace and relaxation to his tight, stressed form. He bent his elbows, touching his forehead to the cool marble and crossing his arms over his head. "Heavens, what have I gotten myself into?"

History. He glanced sideways past his arms to the doors. Saphira was obviously listening.You are our past, present, and future hopes, Eragon. A heavy task, and a heavy burden. You can bare it, though, Eragon. I know you can.

Thank you, Saphira, You're one of two.