Disclaimer: Eragon doesn't belong to me! later people though.
A tall muscular boy stood in the middle of a clearing in the middle of a forest. He was not a boy though, he was nearing manhood, and his tanned boy was proof of it. His hair was a dirty blonde, shaggy with weeks without a trim. His clothes were not of unusual for traveling; he was adorned with well-made expensive garments and almost worn-out leather gloves. He paced nervously, wringing his hands absentmindedly; one of them with a glowing 'e' on the palm. Next to him lay a huge iridescent dragon. Her delicate wings were folded on her back daintily, and little puffs of smoke issued from her nostrils as she breathed in and out.
Eragon, must sleep. You will need your energy for other things than worrying. The dragon's liquid azure eyes radiated worry as she gazed over her Rider.
Saphira, what happens if I am asleep when the fighting starts-
-Then I will wake you. But as of now, you need sleep. You haven't slept in three days! Don't you have any faith in me? You know I'd never miss the fighting for anything. She nuzzled his side with her muzzle. He smiled a small but tense smile, and hugged her scaled neck gratefully.
"Of course I have faith in you." The blonde Rider reached for a beaten scrap of a blanket and leaned back on Saphira's chest.
So many lives are in our hands, aren't they? Eragon whispered in his mind to Saphira. The whole world, the only world I've ever known, its fate rests with me.
It is true. When the Rider falls, so does his dragon and all hope for a fair life for everyone else.
"Yes, you are right." Good night, Saphira. The boy laid down, laying his head on one of the dragon's front leg.
Sweet Dreams, little one.
Eragon was already asleep.
Author's Note: So how did you like it? You've proably seen the second chapter up called 'the baron's promise'. it wasn't supposed to be put as a story, and i screwed up. sooo...here's the real thing. it'll proably make more since anyways.
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