Eragon- Prologue- Brain Storm
Drunk- Romance- Started: 4/16/2009
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first Eragon fanfiction. Yes, it's a Saphira/Eragon. It takes place with Saphira falling in love with Eragon and she makes a plan that she never thought she would ever make. Oh and alittle friendly advice, it's rated for two reasons… Story is 1st person view from Saphira.
"Where is it, where is it." I watched Eragon walk around the room looking for his gift for his wife. I sighed, 'If only he knew.' I thought to myself, forgetting our mental connection. He looked up at me with his beautiful brown eyes, "Knew what Saphira?" he then gave me his little coy smirk, "You have it hidden don't you?" This caused me to look away from him, both in fake innocence and to isolate myself from his gaze and I spoke, 'I do not know what you speak of little one. Honestly I have not seen what you are looking for.' If I could smile, I would have the biggest sly grin on my face. Eragon smiled at my smart remark, "Uh huh, so where is it, you know I need it. Arya is having her birthday today and I need that gift."
I shiver at the elf's name, but sigh and I stand up, revealing a small box under my forelegs. I watch- with lustful desire- Eragon retrieve it, feeling the cool wind rub against my legs as he swiftly walks over and swipes it from under me. His intoxicating scent tickling my nostrils through the breeze. I breathe heavily with lust and quickly lay back down, quivering, trying not to lunge at my handsome, dirty haired, rider.
The war was over and me, Eragon, and the others had made way back to our homes. Me, Eragon, Murtagh, and Thorn, who Eragon was able to free, had returned to Ellesmera with Glaedr's Eldunari and the elves, while the others headed back to their homelands. Roran, Eragon's cousin, had tried and failed to convince Eragon to return back to Carvahall, Eragon had other plans though, politely refusing. Even Roran's beautiful, convincing wife, Katrina, couldn't convince my rider. Eragon's small plan was to woo his everlasting crush, Arya. He did and with surprise, they married the next month.
Thorn, may the gods bless his young heart, tried to impress me by calling me the most gorgeous dragoness he had met- me knowing that I was the only dragon in particular, besides Shruikan, that he met- or he would try his natural scent, rubbing against me "accidently". Though I wasn't angry with him, if I was in his position, a male dragon with developing and crazy hormones, I would try that with a pretty dragon myself. But I wasn't but we still became the best of friends. We got lucky that the last dragon egg hatched for a small girl from Eragon's home town and it was female, so maybe Thorn could try his luck with her when she got old enough.
Now I sound like I didn't care for my own kind anymore, well to tell the truth, I wasn't that much. I had developed a small obsession with my rider since day one and during the war, it grew but I ignored it, it wasn't until after said war, that I couldn't ignore or deny it any longer, I had forbiddingly fallen in love with Eragon, a small two legged person. But that wasn't even the worst part –which falling for Eragon wasn't bad, it was wonderfully, purely awe-inspiring- I mean now I have to try and not rip the competition to shreds.
Arya.
I look around the room; it was the same elf tree house that I and Eragon stayed in before. But that's what was amusing about Arya and Eragon, even though they were married, they didn't live in the same household, I guess some sort of sexual lust protection thing. Well I really need that right now, get me away from this sexy dragon rider. I look over at the opening. The wind gusted gently and brushed my scaly face and I looked back at my young rider, I had never told or for that fact mentally locked from him my feelings for the fear of making him un-comfortable. Besides I wouldn't have what it took, he was in love with Arya, she was in love with him, and I was in love with him. But I was a dragon, he was a human, elf hybrid, how could it work out, we were better off how we were.
Eragon opened the door and looked back at me with his regular dress attire on. "Are you sure you don't want to come, it will be fun." This caused me to huff ungratefully and Eragon gave me a glance I had never seen from him before, but I could tell it was of irritation, I pointed one of my sapphire eyes at him, the irritation on his face only added to his attractiveness.
"What is with you Saphira?" Eragon's body shifted towards me. I scoffed, my lust and love for him disappeared and anger replaced it,
'Eragon, why do you think Arya loves you? Do you think it's even real? I know for a fact that she just "likes" you because you killed Galbatorix and his ass of a dragon, Shruikan!' My eyes closed so I didn't have to see him, but I could still fill the pain I was throwing upon him, 'She just loves you… because… because you're the last free and good willed Dragon Rider. She doesn't love you for who you are.' I looked towards him, the anger within me was strong enough to seep into his mentality. 'WHY DO YOU THINK SHE REJECTED YOU THE FIRST TIME AND ACCEPTED THE SECOND! THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE NOT A PROFESSIONAL DRAGON RIDER, BUT THE SECOND YOU WERE GALBATORIX'S SLAYER AND COULD RIGHTFULLY TAKE THE TITLE "DRAGON RIDER"! BUT YOU ARE SO BLINDED; SHE PROBABLY HAS SLEPT WITH OTHER…' My sentence was interrupted by a wave of anger from Eragon, who verbally yelled at me as I cowered low like a punished dog,
"DON'T EVER SAY THAT ABOUT ARYA! DON'T EVER MAKE HER OUT TO BE LIKE A WHORE! I KNOW SHE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM AND THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR YOU! BEING MY DRAGON AND MENTAL PARTNER I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED YOU TO UNDERSTAND MY FEELINGS!" Eragon's face gave a red heated look.
His outburst was my downfall; he was so dominant over me, so beautifully dominant of me, just like a true male dragon. What I wanted in a male. I looked at him and stood; ready to talk back when I stopped and looked behind him. He turned around and saw her, the one of our subject, standing behind him, his face drained of his redness and he froze.
"Arya! Um, hey, uh, you didn't hear any of that did you?" Eragon chuckled nervously and Arya swiftly glided into the room and kissed his cheek,
"Eragon, my husband, any louder and the whole forest would hear you." She spoke in her same sing song voice; she looked back at me and looked at my eyes, apparently seeing my jealousy of their love. "Saphira, you're still a young, beautiful dragon. You have been in heat for the past two weeks. Don't you have a mate yet?"
I shake my head to the sides to show my denial and softly growl, 'Good evening Arya. Happy birthday.' I seem to involuntarily shiver at the formal greeting to her. Arya brushed her flannel dress that she was wearing, she wore her same boots and her long sleek black hair flowed behind her. Eragon came behind her and hugged her waist and they laughed together. It was so beautiful that I wanted to sob. I wished I was her, I wished I had her beauty and I wished I could have Eragon wrapping his arms around me like that, but he couldn't, hell, he could barely hug my neck. They stopped and Eragon whispered something to her and she looked at him,
"Well yes, you can tell, I mean… dragons that are in heat, have ridiculous hormone levels." I scoffed, 'More than I can say for you bitch.' Arya and Eragon looked at me and asked me what I just said, I told them I said nothing and Arya got back to her little lesson on dragons, "It makes them get strange behaviors, just like a woman on her menstrual cycle." Eragon nodded and I looked at him and quickly looked away when his eyes landed on me.
"So is that it Saphira, you're in heat, and that's why you're in such an easily angered mood. Wait, she's been like this since early autumn, the day me and you got married Arya." I tensed and Arya looked at Eragon,
"Well, some female dragons have multiple heats in one year, so that happened last season, it was probably another heat phase." I relaxed at Arya's excuse for my behavior. Eragon nodded and looked at me, his gaze strong enough to pierce my hide,
"I had always noticed her strange behavior. It's not like her to be like this." Arya nodded in agreement in unison with my brilliant rider.
"Well Eragon, we better get back down to the party." Arya made her way back to the door and I noticed Eragon walk up to me. His sly grin brightly showing. I huff ungratefully and he then makes a fake sad face with his head tilted and though I know it's fake I still give in and I lower to the ground and whimper. Eragon rubs my muzzle affectionately and I hum deeply through my throat. His touch is so hot, it feels as if he just took his hand out of the heating chamber, it's excellent. His face shows concern and I whimper some more,
'I hate being angry with you little one, I don't know what has gotten into me. Damn heat. I understand if you want to abandon me, punish me, or not pay attention to me for the rest of our days.' I look up at my rider, he gleams so fragrantly in the candle light. He smiles and hugs my muzzle with arms of blazing fire. I sigh and Eragon looks into my eyes,
'I could never do that. You know why?' he asks me childishly and I sharply exhale a 'why' and he scratches the tip of my nose and says out loud, "Because I love you so much. You're my most favorite dragon in all of Alagaesia, that's why." I chuckle and he smiles, radiating senses of serenity and beauty, every thing a dragon is. I shiver, but not of repulse like when I talk to or speak of Arya, it's a shiver of lust. Lust for my young rider.
As Arya and Eragon make their way out the door, Eragon pokes his head in one last time and looks at me and gives me a reassuring look, 'Are you sure you don't want to come, the cooks made meat just for you… and they have a ton of mead.'
I look at the blonde male in front of me. I assure him I don't want go down there but then my eyes widen, as a un-expected and not me idea came to mind and I looked at my rider once more, 'Did you say 'mead' little one?'
A/N: Like I said, first Eragon fanfiction, so it might have sucked. So as you can see, Saphira's in heat and is desperately in love with Eragon. But what plot does this blue dragon have up under her wing, huh? You'll see in the next chapter. R&R.