Chapter 1
"Eragon Shadeslayer, sir, Arya has returned from Uru'baen," murmured Jarsha, messenger boy of the Varden. Eragon breathed a sigh of relief.
There, little one. Are you happy now? She is safe, sighed Saphira, poking her head through the window of Eragon's tent. She had gotten exasperated over the many long hours of waiting for the elf princess to come back from King Galbatorix's castle. Eragon had been extremely fretful.
"Is she at Nasuada's pavilion?" asked Eragon, turning to Jarsha. The boy nodded, and Eragon motioned for Jarsha to leave. He knew the way to the large tent.
Shall we go? The Rider asked Saphira, who snorted in reply.
I'm surprised you're not there already. She chuckled, withdrawing her large head out of Eragon's tent. Eragon ignored the comment and jogged out of his tent towards Nasuada's pavilion. Saphira flew overhead.
"Hail, Shadeslayer!" called a man standing by his tent. Eragon nodded in his direction, not really paying attention. He needed to make sure Arya wasn't injured.
"What happened? Did I miss anything?" asked Eragon, barging into Nasuada's tent. He apologized quickly to the captain of the Nighthawk patrol on duty, and turned his attention to Arya. She seemed unharmed, but was focusing hard on something.
On the table between the leader of the Varden and the princess of the elves sat something spectacular and unbelievable.
It was the last egg in all of Alagaesia: the green egg.
