Hey guys.
Thank you to those who read my story and a special thanks to those who reviewed.
In regards to Baltorigamist's comment on the blizzard ending at 6.24, that was what the time was and like I said, I wrote what ever came to mind. He also said I had a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, so I'll read over all my work carefully before I upload it.
Lets get on with the story.
Fate's gift
Harry and Eragon stumbled haphazardly along the path, which lead them back to the farmhouse, slurring the words of a tune all the way. They had been singing all night. It was after dark, but both boys, in their drunken states, didn't realise the dangers of stumbling through the forest when a bear might pop up.
Still they reached the farmhouse with a few scratches from falling and almost immediately collapsed into their beds, wasting time to pull the sheets up over themselves, but they feel to sleep almost as soon as their head hit the pillow.
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Like the many nights before, that one was cold. The wind was howling like a wounded dog outside and the snow was being whipped off the ground and into the air, giving the impression in was snowing.
Eragon and Harry were asleep, still tied from the day previous. It was well after midnight when a particularly, strong gust of wind blew open the window and they were jolted awake. They quickly shut the window before too much cold air came through, but the temperature inside had dropped by a few degrees.
Eragon and Harry were still slightly tipsy, but the effects of the alcohol were waring off and being replaced with a throbbing headache.
Eragon looked around to see if anything had been nocked off their shelves in the wind and saw that the stones had rolled off onto the floor. Eragon bent low to pick them up but as he held the blue stone it gave a shudder.
"What the…" Eragon said and he dropped it as though it was a red-hot piece of metal and it banged to the floor.
"What?" Harry asked.
"The stones!" Both stones were shaking violently while making a squealing noise.
"What is happening?" Harry asked.
Both boys stood a way back staring with a mixture of fear, curiosity and confusion. The purple stone then broke followed almost immediately by the blue and a tiny leg appeared.
A large crack appeared and the stone broke away completely leaving behind a… Dragon!
There was no doubt about it; the majestic creature had scales and wings and had a noble look as it arched it's head to look at it's knew surroundings. This beast was clearly the one from the old storyteller's, Brom's, stories. The blue stone broke apart to reveal a blue dragon and Eragon bent low to look closer.
The creatures were no longer then their forearms and their scales the same colour of the eggs from which they had hatched.
"It was an Egg." He said.
Harry bent down and looked at the purple dragon, it looked back evenly and happily. The purple dragon sniffed Harry in curiosity and cocked its head to the side. Slowly Harry reached out his hand and stroked the baby dragon. A sharp pain travelled up his arm and all through his body the moment his hand came into contact. It felt as though there was liquid fire running through his veins. Sadly he didn't have time to warn Eragon who touched the blue dragon and obviously had the same pain he had.
The two sat their stunned and blinking away pain.
The dragons curled close to Harry and Eragon, the blue snuggling under Eragon's arm while the purple plonked down on Harry's lap and rested its scaly head on his knee.
*Import A/N
I just realised I need a name for Harry's Dragon!
Leave a good suggestion in the comments and it might become the name of the purple baby dragon.
I want an original name for a female dragon I simply can't think of a good name.
Sorry for that interruption, now on with the story.
What happened next was a mysterious thing. Even the elves do not completely understand the bond that takes place after a dragon hatches.
The two boys felt part of their mind melt away, opening up to let another conscience enter its walls, they did not understand the mental and Magical connection that was taking place between the rider and his dragon. Numbly the two looked at the marks on their hands and felt an… Emotion. But the felling was not theirs, they knew somehow it was the dragons feeling, the dragons emotion. They felt a ravenous hunger as though they had not fed in a thousand years.
The two boys got up, still shaky from the pain of the initial connection but surprisingly content, and went into the kitchen. They did not exchange words, their minds were else ware, but they had an understanding of what they must do.
The dragons followed at their heels as they went to get a strip of deer meat, the minds of the dragons latching onto their rider's like tendrils, intensifying when they were closer and zoning out when further away.
The boys returned to their room and sat down on the bed. Eragon cut his meat into small squares. Eragon tentatively offered a bit of meat to his dragon, who sniffed in cautiously, then as quick as a snake, it jabbed its head forward and devoured the meat in a single bite.
"Guess you're hungry." Eragon said.
The boys fed their dragon the meat and watched them as they once again curled into their laps.
"What are supposed to do?" Harry said after a while.
"What do you mean?" Eragon asked.
Harry scoffed. "Have you even looked at your palm? That mark is the one Brom speaks of, the mark of the riders."
Eragon looked at the mark on his hand, it glowed faintly and was defiantly not there before he touched the dragon.
"We could abandon the dragons, save us the trouble and this matter would all be over, no worries no nonsense." Harry said, "or we could raise them, fed them and ride them."
Both Harry and Eragon had listened to Brom speak of the beasts many times before and knew what becoming a rider entailed. If you accept your fate you will become a legend and have power, great power and many friends in high places. Of course every action has a reaction and with their new power there will be people trying to persuade them to use it for good as well as people doing it for evil.
Harry and Eragon had thought over every aspect of the conundrum that had arisen.
Finally after a long time thinking and brooding Eragon spoke. "What if we do abandon them? We will be lying on our deathbeds and nothing would've changed, Galbartorix's iron fist would still grip the land, we would still be poor and people would still be suffering. And we will think to this moment and say, we could've changed that we had a chance and we blew it. And when death finally greeted us would you be satisfied knowing that?"
Harry looked at his purple dragon, "No."
A knock sounded on the door of the bedroom the boys shared, "Are you up yet?" It was Roran.
Eragon almost jumped, they looked out the window; in the east the horizon was turning a pink tinge, the dark slowly receding and light rolling across the land. It was dawn, the boys had not realised how long they had been talking, perhaps they had passed out because of the pain earlier and had not realised.
"Just give us a minute to get ready." Eragon called.
"Well hurry, we have a lot to do today." And Roran left for the kitchen.
"If they see us with these they'll freak!" Harry exclaimed with a panicked tone lingering in his usually cool voice.
"Here take mine." Eragon said and he stood up swiftly. He hurried over to the window and slipped through it. "Pass them through." Eragon said as he straightened up.
Harry looped his forearm under each dragon and hurried over to the window. He passed Eragon's blue dragon out first then his own.
Once Harry was outside as well Harry asked, "What are you doing?"
"We need a place to leave the dragons and the only place Garrow and Roran will never look is in the forest." Eragon said as he placed his dragon on the floor and walked to the shed.
"How can we be sure they will be safe from there animals there?" Harry asked as they entered the shed.
"We'll tie them up in a tree, that way in a wolf does happens across them they will be safe."
Eragon grabbed some rope and a dagger and left for the forest, careful to keep out of the line of sight from the window and they made their way to the line of trees marking the boundary of their farm.
They walked for a few minutes; inspecting each tree until they were satisfied they had found the right one. The trunk of the tree was thick and when it branched out the fork in the tree was quite flat and had a natural shelter. It was high enough off the ground to suit their needs.
They tied the dragons onto the tree with the rope around their necks and hurried off. But when the dragons began to follow and found the rope securing them to the tree did not allow them, the dragons pulled against it with all their might and whined softly like a puppy. As much as they hated to leave them, Harry and Eragon left with many a backwards glance.
Much shorter than the last chapter I know but it was meant to be short, there was not a lot of stuff to cover as I didn't need to go over every thing discussed in the book.
Anyway like I said I really need a name for Harry's dragon, which is female if you skipped the message halfway through the chapter. I have considered Veela, the creature of love in Harry Potter world, but I know there is a better name out there.
Keep reading, keep reviewing many more exiting adventures to come!
- Death's Alien