Forgive me for the really short chapter today. I had Christmas at my grandparents and I'm actually having to type this on my iPad instead of my PC, so it's going to be short and probably riddled with errors. I just wanted to get something written today; I'll give you guys a nice long chapter tomorrow. I promise at least 2k words next chapter. Thank you guys for the reviews and the compliments; you have no idea how much I appreciate them. I should be able to get out a chapter a day until January 6, and then I'll probably slow down to a couple of chapters a week. Trust me I know how annoying it is to have an author who updates at irregular intervals, so I'll try not to be 'that guy.' I probably won't do note like this every chapter so to the reviewers just know that my thanks go out to you with every chapter and you guys are the reason I'm continuing to write.
Eragon smiled at her thoughts. At least you still have your memories even if you're small. I think I would have gone mad had you not remembered me.
Little one, what are you talking about? Saphira cocked her head and huffed obviously confused by his thoughts.
Saphira, I think we may have been acted upon by a strange magic. I believe we were sent back through time to the beginning of our journey. While the two were conversing, Saphira had, with Eragon's assistance, freed herself from the egg and began cleaning herself of stray fragments of the blue material.
Let us discuss this further after I have had a proper meal. I would appreciate it if you would provide me with meat until I am large enough to hunt for myself.
Of course. If memory serves however, that should only be for a day or two. With that Eragon set off to fetch Saphira some dried meat like he had done a few years previous. He grabbed several strips of jerky and returned to find Saphira pacing on his bed. He found his old knife and cut a chunk out of the first strip. Saphira promptly snatched it from his hand, and when she did so, her snout grazed Eragon's palm. At this touch a searing pain filled Eragon's body suddenly causing him to double over and drop the knife on the bed. Just as quickly as it had arrived the pain receded to his palm then vanished completely leaving his palm glowing just like it had when he had received the mark from Saphira.
Saphira sent him a wave of concern through their link which was quickly overwhelmed by hunger. Eragon, if you are alright may I have some more?
Your concern is greatly appreciated. Eragon responded sarcastically while he began to feed Saphira, who was eating faster than he could cut the meat.
Finally, as Eragon's meager supply of jerky waned, her hunger began to diminish to the point where, when offered the last slice of meat, she actually hesitated. I feel like I just ate half of my weight.
Eragon snorted. That's because you did, Saphira. Now that you have satisfied your stomach for the time being, I think the most pressing matter is how we are to handle this situation. In my opinion I think that I should speak with Brom as quickly as possible. His wisdom will be necessary if we are to avoid botching our opportunity to start over.
I agree, little one, though I also think you may not want to alter our actions from the past so readily. Danger we can anticipate is little danger at all, but the second we begin to change our actions, the actions of our enemies will become steadily less predictable.
You are right. I just hope we can change enough of our past to prevent Garrow's death. He began to worry that he may not get that chance. We have had enough talk for one night; let's sleep. In the morning we can discuss how we will contact Brom. Just imagining meeting him again sent Eragon's spirits soaring, but the weariness from recent events soon overcame him, and he drifted off to the world of his waking dreams.