At dawn the Sun's rays streamed through the window, warming the deep black egg such slowly warmed Night to the point at which he woke up with a loud yawn, *Definitely good to get some proper sleep after such a long time.* He sat up in the bed to look at the egg, which was standing quite resolutely where it was sat the night before, "well I hope you hatch before Saphira then I can tease her for not being able to fly." He smirked evilly as he said this before he dropped the smile, "Hope she doesn't bite me for it."
There was a nock at the door, "Are you awake? If so we'd appreciate it if you'd help us harvest everything." the voice of Garrow could be heard saying.
"Alright, I'll be right out." Night announced back before waking himself up and looking at the egg as he realized it was a lot longer than the stone, egg, than the egg Eragon had found where as his was about a foot long Night's was roughly twice that, *Your gonna be a large one, I believe your second name will be something akin to Strongjaw, but what specifically will be your name little one?, that is the question, though I suppose as of yet there is no point in naming you because you haven't hatched yet.*
Finally after he decided to push the egg under his bed he came out of his room to enter the hallway before heading to the kitchen only entering as Eragon was talking of what happened the last few days, conveniently leaving out the Black stone, though Eragon was soon driven away with Roran so he could look at the Egg and talk in private. Whilst this happened Night took his seat and began eating the chicken that was prepared for him, "thank you for the food, now to get to work." He stood up a long with Garrow as Eragon and Roran returned they set to work clearing the fields after a few hours of labor they were left with enough time in the day to do what they wanted with it though that doesn't mean they did.
Eragon, Roran, and Garrow all stayed to start preparing the food for winter, Night, however, went to start his Apprenticeship, and for the next seven days this is what happened on the eighth a vicious blizzard rolled in, no one went outside, but for fire wood and to feed the animals for the fear of getting lost in the blanketing sheets of snow. Days later the storm passed to reveal countryside covered in layers of snow.
Garrow started to go on about the traders being late "I'm afraid the traders may not come this year, with conditions this bad. They're late as it is."
"I think they'll get here, no matter how bad it got up Northwest of a here a small group of them would come down a trail to trade us grain, tomatoes, and apples, for seasoned fish and deer meat." *That should work if it doesn't I don't know what will.*
['Due to quick thinking and social maneuvering you gain +1 to Wisdom & Charisma']
"Well we'll give them a chance a wait, but if they don't show up soon we'll have to head into Carvahal and trade amongst the Village itself." So they waited and grew anxious without any sign of the traders all except Night who on the next night woke up to what he knew was the egg in his arms squeaking and shaking, he needed not to light a candle as he knew what has happening, he sat up in bed to face the egg after a few hours there was nothing. As he started to slip into sleep there was a rapid shaking then a crack, *Finally you hatch little one.* Now the egg cracked again and again and eventually he didn't hear or see but felt a piece of the egg land on his bed, and now as clouds moved to uncover the moonlight he saw the egg was opened and out of it came a rather large head for a young Dragon "as I thought you are quite large." the youngling seemed curious. So he moved towards the voice sniffing as he went and finally he got himself out of the egg, though so small he looked powerful and dignified his matte scales could barely be seen through the surrounding darkness and his eyes were visible like a cats. His body was the same charcoal black of the egg and his wings when unfurled were that of the Navy Blue lines webbing the egg. The Dragon started to clean itself of membrane before going towards Night who put his hand out waiting for the shock of being bonded with the Dragon.
After waiting what seemed like ages he felt the Dragon move towards him and it nuzzled into his hand, and a shot of cold energy shot through his hand and into his arm, there was a burning like liquid fire through his veins, only through sheer will did he not scream out only letting out a quiet curse, after hours of his body shaking as the fire spread through him his body calmed, and upon his palm there was the gedwëy ignasia, "I am a Dragon rider now" he whispered to himself quietly "and you are my dragon." At this he felt a sliver touch his mind and instead of letting it go he focused on it, until he could tell as to what emotion the baby was feeling for a moment it was curiosity then it was hunger. "Stay here young one I will find you food."
He left the room, closing the door carefully before returning with multiple strips of dried meat, five or so. He saw the Dragon sitting on the window seal to which he commented "Soon you will be outside young one, for now, eat." he chopped the strips into 1inch by 1inch cubes and fed one to the Dragon seeing that he snatched it up and so he carefully fed the Dragon until it was full at which point it ate all of the meat, "I knew you would take a lot to feed." He reached his arm down to get the Dragon at which point it crawled up his arm to come resting on his shoulder and down his back.
He slowly reached an arm up to scratch him behind the ear before finding the liver that still clung to his consciousness and sent the feeling of tiredness to his Dragon before laying in the bed and cuddling the Dragon that was just about half his size, tail, and all the Dragon was easily 2 and half feet long, Night was only 5'11. Coming to this realization he thought *this can't last more than the rest of the next day, I'll have to slip out and find a place for him to stay.* he slept upon this and at dawn, the Dragon let out a quiet yip noise and woke Night mentally. "Alright, little guy let's go out and find you a place to stay." As he moved away from the baby it jumped onto the bed post and sat like a sentinel.
Night stood and began to move to the door, the Dragon jumped from the bed post and glided down. "okay little guy, follow me." he started to check around the corner before walking out and leaving the quiet home along the way he grabbed more strips of meat, the Dragon made little to no sound. They started to move through the forest along the way he fed the Dragon some meat strips which it ate happily until he found a natural alcove formed in the land by thorns and a divet in the ground. Immediately he started to clear it until it was larger than the youngling. "Stay here," he said as he reinforced it with mental images "you can hunt for food, but don't leave the vicinity." He received a feeling of acceptance from the Dragon. He sat there for awhile and played with him before he realized something, *I should get gloves, maybe see if Garrow has any, but how, I can't just show him the Gedwëy ignasia.* He sat and thought for awhile before coming up with something.
Moments later Night was at the house nursing a terrible scratch that would definitely scar, this was a part of his plan. He looked around the house for some cloth and bound the wound as he waited for Garrow and Roran to awake after they did he went towards Garrow only to start explaining "Garrow I went out earlier when I woke up to refill our firewood, as I realized we were running low, and my hand got caught on a fallen tree branch." this is when he unwrapped his left hand to show the jagged cut. Garrow seemed to visibly flinch. "I was wondering if you had a pair of gloves I could have to prevent it from happening again."
"Let me go check in my room to see if I have an old pair," Garrow said as he moved to his room to see if he could find a pair. Whilst this happened Night dressed his wound properly.
['For maneuvering conversation to your favour, and for thinking of a plan to obtain gloves you gain +1 to Charisma and Intelligence']
['You can no longer gain Charisma in this way.']
After the wait Garrow came back with some leather gloves, "they may not fit properly but either way they're old we'll have to see if we can find a newer pair for you in Carvahal."
Night nodded, "Thank you, Garrow."
For the next few days a pattern began, Night would leave early in the morning and return just before everyone awoke, during this time he would spend time with the wyrmling and clear out more of the clearing. By the day they were going to head out for Carvahal the Dragon was already large enough to hunt deer and its shoulder came up to his hip, it had come to his knee already. While he was there he would watch it feed and talk to it, even when he wasn't there he would view from within the dragon's head what it was doing and would talk to it.
Which is what he was doing now, Garrow, Roran, Eragon, and he was preparing to head for Carvahal, they were up especially early that morning just pack so he hadn't had time to visit the Dragon, but he'd fix that later by visiting him at a later time. For now, they went into Carvahal. The drifts had already been broken which spread their progress.
After stopping Garrow got his coin purse and handed everyone a couple coins, and even-handed Night an extra saying it was for new gloves. Night nodded and started to leave before Garrow stopped him, "we'll be supping at Horsts be there before it's too dark."
Night nodded before continuing on searching for some good gloves to buy until eventually, he found a clothing stall, he walked towards and waited for the women in front of him haggle a dresses price down from the vendor. After quite some time he moved towards the stall as the women had finished his business, and the vendor saw him and immediately started inquiring about him looking for a dress for a lady he fancied, "no, sir just here looking for some gloves, or do you not carry something as simple as that?"
The vendor quickly looked at him and found a pair of leather gloves, "that'll be a copper, please," and so Eragon gave him a copper "thank you for your business."
Night nodded and started to leave quickly changing his gloves out to the new pair. *now time to find bro-* he was cut off *-Night-* The voice that spoke to him was deep and somber. *'that declares it I need to find you a name'* he started to wrack his head. *I can't think of anything, time to find Brom indeed.* He started to look for Brom's home he knew of where it was and what it looked like due to Eragon endlessly speaking of it so it only took him a few minutes. As he reached the door he knocked.
"Is that you Eragon?" came a harsh yet calm voice.
"No sir but I have to ask a few questions that he would ask, in fact, he told me about you." he heard a sigh behind the door as it was opened.
"Come in then, and just call me Brom, please." Brom said as he stood with the door open for him after he was fully inside Brom continued "What is it you wanted to ask?"
"Well you see I was curious…" she asked the question of where Dragons came from and went from there before arriving at her apex point of being there, "So what were some names of the dragon's?, you see I recall my parents telling me stories of his Rider, but I can't quite remember the Dragon's name."
So Brom listed some dragon's, "There was Jura, Hírador, Funded, Briam, Ohen the Strong, Gretiem, Beroan, Roslarb…" he went on to list more but Night quit paying attention until he finished.
"Well none of those ring a bell thanks for the help, but I figure I better get going we're going to be sipping at Horst's and I don't want to be late." Brom nodded as he puffed on the pipe he'd started smoking during the conversation. Night left Brom's house before heading for Horst's as he thought over the names, *'How do you feel of Svartr'baní, Black Death?'* from the Dragon He felt warmth and heard *-Night-* in a happy and agreeable tone *'from now on you are Svartr'baní, though because I fear that might be part of your true name I shall have everyone refer to you as Black Death'* Night walked to Horst's all the while with a giddy grin.
Dinner at Horst's was hearty. The room was full of conversation and laughter. Some drinks were consumed in copious amounts adding to the boisterous atmosphere. When the plates were empty, Horst's guests left the house and moved to the field where the traders camped candles and bonfires had been lit painting the ground with shadows that dances after a few light-hearted and joking stories came Brom stepping forwards. A knotted white beard rippled over his chest, and a along black cape was wrapped around his bent shoulders. He spread his arms and started to recite a tale.
"The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass wether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories
That which you hear is fragmented and imperfect, yet treasure it for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies beneath us."
His keen eyes inspected their interested faces his gaze lingered on Eragon, then lastly on Night who he seemed ever so curious about.
Eventually, he continued on with the story of the Dragon Riders and their fall. Afterwards, Roran, Garrow, Eragon and Night all returned home and went to sleep.
I'll actually get to the Gamer stuff soon, trust me.
Roman trooper: I hope it's the best as well.
Gageelliott: We shall see.
Grunstbreeder: Thanks for the follow.
