Destiny Realized

This is an updated chapter. Again I fixed the grammar issues I found, and attempted to make it easier to read. I'll be doing this with the remaining chapters soon. If you find anything I missed, please inform me. Thank you.

Eragon was abruptly woken as the egg started to shacked and rock back and forth in his arms'. Quickly he got up and gently placed it down in front of him. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head every second, so many he couldn't comprehend what he was thinking. Then it started to chirp and peep. Right his heart leaped with excitement, he knew what was happening.

"Me? Why me? What do I have that makes me special!?"

He asked himself in a confused yet excided tone.

As he sat there the egg shook and chirped with a new found enthusiasm. Then with a loud crack a piece started to break away then another, and another, after the third piece cracked he decided to help the creature by prying off the loos pieces. As he did so the chirping picked up in intensity, with a hint of fear.

"Don't worry I'm here to help."

Eragon said as gently as he could. The chirping went from sounding fear full to excited and determined; Eragon couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm of the small dragon. After he pried open a large enough hole, the dragon hatchling crawled out and started to clean off the egg remains. Once it had finished it looked up at Eragon. Eragon was speechless as he stared at the Hatchling with astonishment, he noticed that it's scales where a near perfect sapphire blue, with other shed of lighter blue running down its sides and on its chest. Shaking himself back, he felt a presence it his mind, it was startling to him at first, but after a moment he relaxed into the new feeling, he didn't know why but the feeling felt…right, as if he's always known the feeling and yet never new about it. He reached down to touch the hatchling, the moment his palm made contact a sudden durst of warmth that was so intense is felt like jumping into an icy lake, before he knew what happened he blacked out and fell to his back. It wasn't until early, twilight, a few hours before the sun rises, and not night. The first thing he noticed was a small form pressing into his armpit, and a weight on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes he was greeted by the deep blue pools of the young hatchling's eyes watching him contently, again, he couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning."

He said to the hatchling, it replied with a small peep. Eragon then felt the presence again, but this time it was followed by a feeling of immense hunger. He quickly reached for his pack but stopped, he saw on his hand was a silvery scar with a bluish tint. Not knowing what it was he decided to think about it later. He continued to reach into his pack and pulled out the strips of smoked meat. After tearing it into smaller strips he offered one to the hatchling, after smelling it to see what it was, it quickly snapped up the meat, carful not bit his fingers. After it finished that piece Eragon continued to feed the hatchling until it until it was full. After so Eragon went to examining the hatchling. He noticed several places the dragon missed cleaning last night. Eragon took out a cloth and wetted it in a nearby puddle. He gently picked up the hatchling and gently rubbed the goo from around its face and continued down to the end of its tail. When he finished he noticed the young dragon was humming peacefully. He then began to gently rubbed its head, and neck. After a while he put down the dragon and packed up his things, the sun was now up and was slowly climbing the horizon. Before he started back to his farm he pick up the dragon, witch snuggled against his chest in the crisp morning chilled air, and started to hum its contentment, with that he was off.

He traveled for another two days before a thought crossed his mind

"I can't let anyone see you."

The dragon only looked at him and sent a thought acknowledged agreement. When he was only half a day away from his village Carvahall, he started his journey around the village. A little after mid-day he was for enough away from the village and began to loop around to the trail leading to his uncle's farm. As he walked down the path he couldn't stop thinking at how he'll explain the dragon cuddling into his chest to his uncle and cousin.

"Hey Garow, look what I found." He mused to himself.

"I sent out for a deer, and coming back with a dragon hatchling."

A feeling of curiosity touched his mind; he looked down at the dragon and explained.

"I'm trying to think of a way to explain to my uncle on how I found you, and what he might do when he sees you."

A questioning thought toward the word "uncle" came to his mind

"An uncle is a family member of the mother or father."

The dragon sent an accepting thought. Then followed a nervous feeling about what his uncle might do when he found out about it. Eragon stopped and looked down at the young dragon.

"No matter what he decides, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

He stated in a caring and firm tone. The dragon quickly started snuggling against his chest showing its affection to his comforting words. He started walking again. It was late mid-day when his farm came into sight, the dragon took in the sight with an amazed curiosity, and occasionally sniffed and licked the air, and Eragon couldn't help but let out a light chuckle. Once finished with his chuckle he started towards the farm.

As he started to walk toward the farm he saw his uncle Garow, and cousin Roran working in the field trying to get everything harvested before the first frost strikes.

Roran looked up from his wok and saw his cousin, a broad smile broke across his face and exclaimed.

"ERAGON!"

Garow looked up startled as Roran run up to Eragon but stopped a few yards away when he saw what he was carrying.

"What is that?"

He asked in a frightened tone

"Let us talk inside."

Was all Eragon said before walking to the house. Garow looked at him startled, eyes slightly widened when he saw the frightened hatchling.

"Where…"

"Let's go inside." Eragon cut him off.

Garow nodded and led them inside, giving quick glimpses over his shoulder as they approached the house. Once inside Roran sat in a corner of the room and Garow circled around the dining table as Eragon closed and latched the door behind him. Letting out a great sigh he turned to face his uncle. He just stood there staring at him and his dragon, not angry or upset but more of a look of extreme thought. Eragon was curious about this.

"Why don't you start from the beginning?"

Eragon started

"It was three nights ago, I was tracking a doe in the spine. It was late at night, somewhere close to mid-night. I found the doe lying in a small clearing, resting. I slowly crept up so I would get a clear shot. I was about to release the arrow when a loud blast of sound, light, and heat shook the clearing. When my vision cleared there was the dragon's egg. I knew it was an egg from all the stories brom told."

Eragon told his uncle about the tingling feeling when he touched the egg. To the hatching understanding when he spoke to it. Then the mark from where he touched the dragon. That peeked his uncle's curiosity. When he finished Garow was silent, only looking at the dragon. Finaly he spoke.

"can I see that mark you mentiond?"

Eragon showed him his palm with the silvery blue scar.

"It is as I thought, Eragon that is the mark of the dragon riders, the Gedwey ignasia. It appears you are destined for great things."

Eragon couldn't help but stare wide eyed and mouth slightly open at his uncle. Finaly when he moved it was to look out the window, trying to comprehend what he was just told. He noticed it was late in the evening; it then downed on him how tired he was. Looking at his uncle.

"Can I have something to eat and, a small piece of meat for my dragon? I had a long day and I'm really tired."

Garow nodded, fetched him a bowl of soup and a chunk of meat for his dragon. Once finished he took the dragon and went to his room he closed the door and let the young dragon explore the space. As he laid down on his bed. He recalled the last three nights. He then realized, the idea of being a dragon rider wasn't so bad. Then the young dragon leapt up on the bed and snuggled up against him. As he watched the dragon he couldn't help but stare at the deep rich blue of its scales. That was his last sight before drifting off to sleep. With a warmth of peace flowing through his body.