Disclaimer: I did not get this idea from Silver Nightstorm. (my biffle 4eva!! 3) Vice versa actually.
Chapter 2- A New Rider
Eragon jerked violently up as he felt a jolt of energy pass through him. The same magic he felt when he had gotten his gedwëy ignasia.
The last dragon egg had hatched, but for whom?
What do you think little one? Saphira murmured sleepily to him. The jolt had awakened her too. It was really a pointless question, because she had already seen the answer in his mind. Duh.
Obviously whoever it had hatched for needs to be contacted immediately, but first we should send a message to Nasuada, and talk to Islanzadí and Arya.
Obviously. Eragon rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, but jumped onto her bareback nevertheless, and they glided down. Together they flew towards the royal Hall of Trees. Trees glistening with dew flashed by below bathed in soft moonlight. Saphira's shadow seemed to flow over them like water sloughing off someone's skin. Eragon sifted through his memories for any information on the last egg. He passed over his memories of him and Roran saving Katrina. Eragon delved even deeper, looking into his time with Brom.
Sudden comprehension made him gasp. He remembered.
The last egg was male. The male egg to mate with Saphira and save the race of dragons from extinction.
Eragon and Saphira landed with a muted thud and ran quickly into the gracefully built Palace. Arya was sitting in a leafy throne, writing on a scroll when Eragon skidded to a stop. She stiffened, and he knew she was bracing for him to try and woo her, but Eragon had long since given up on Arya. He sighed inwardly, slightly stung by her not trusting him. He panted,
"Arya! The… last… dragon… hatched! It hatched…new Rider!" Surprise, relief, fear, and something else passed quickly across her face. Eragon couldn't quite place his finger on the last emotion because it was so fleeting. Arya bounded out of her throne, and dashed towards the stairs, calling,
"Come! We must tell the Queen at once!" She stopped at the foot of the stair well, looking back in confusion. "Are you not coming with me?"
"I can't! Oromis needs to know, because he probably was too weak to feel it or something." Eragon insisted impatiently.
"But… well… he probably already knows. So can't you come tell Islanzadí with me?" Eragon shook his head, and dashed out of the doors shouting back,
"I must tell Oromis! I'll be back soon, just be ready!" he leapt onto Saphira's back, wincing as the scaled brushed painfully against his skin. Her wings snapped out into place and with a few powerful strokes, they were airborne, soaring to the crags of Tel'naeír.
As they lighted down in Oromis' clearing, Glaedr looked at them with one gigantic gold eye, and then settled down to stare at them. Not ten seconds passed when Oromis stepped gracefully out of his little hut, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Eragon, Saphira, why are you here this late hour? It is moonhigh, you should be resting." Eragon leaped off of Saphira's back and waved his arms around franticly,
"You mean you didn't feel it?" Oromis sighed,
"Feel what?" Eragon gaped.
"Felt the jolts through the air, like when you get your gedwëy ignasia!" At this Oromis stiffened, and gawked, (it was more of a surprised open mouth look. Oromis was really too graceful to 'gawk',) at Eragon with great concern.
"How many jolts did you feel exactly?"
"Just one. I think it was when the Rider got their gedwëy ignasia, I'm guessing." Oromis beckoned Eragon inside, lit the firewood there with a quick word, and sat him down,
"Am I the only one you told Eragon?"
"No, I told Arya, and she went to go get the Queen." Eragon was itching to get up and leave.
"Good thinking. We should get over to them as soon as possible." They both hurried out of the cozy little hut, and scrambled onto their dragons bareback, and flew hurriedly to the palace. Arya and Islanzadí were waiting there impatiently for them in the front entrance room.
"…Can you try to enter the Rider's mind to see what their intentions are?" Islanzadí started to speak before they were even in earshot. Eragon shook his head,
"Not while they're unconscious, I won't feel anything. Maybe in the morning, that's when I woke up."
"I too," Oromis put in. "Eragon should do it in the morning, I fear I am too weak to reach all the way to Uru'baen, let alone enter a temporarily hostile mind. It took me a great deal more energy to reach Eragon when he was dreaming after the battle of Farthen Dûr. I cannot accomplish that now." Eragon shot him a sympathetic glance to Oromis, and sighed,
"We do not even know the race of the Rider." Everyone fell silent. Everyone was puzzled.
What should they do?