I do not own Eragon or any of the charcters that you know.
I found myself being distracted by little things as I journeyed home from the town. Things that I'd never really payed close attention to seemed to draw my attention like a moth to a flame. The birds' song sounded sweet against my ears and the soft shush of the winds dancing with the shivering leaves of ancient trees. It occurred to me that maybe there was something that I was missing as I walked down the barely beaten path through the woods. Like there was something important at work here and I wasn't in tune enough to see it.
"What are you wanting me to see?" I asked no one as I gently sat my bag down beside an old rock before I climbed up and sat cross legged on it. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply trying to clear my mind as Elsdon taught me a few months ago.
"If there is something you're wanting to see but can't, it is probably because your mind is to crowded. You need to clear it." He'd instructed. In. Out. Breath. I thought as I picked up a strange. Well I wasn't really sure what it was. It seemed to be like an energy of some sort coming from a little ways to the left. I frowned lightly as I shouldered my bag once more and took off towards this strange energy source. My heart fluttered with excitement as I seemed to soar through the woods, bounding over fallen logs and large rocks as if I were kin to a deer. The energy source seemed to call to me. 'This way Ember. I'm right here.' It called as I ducked under a wall of limbs and continued my search.
I stopped, my chest heaving as I knelt towards the ground putting my ear to the dirt. Listening as it seemed to pulsate with life. I lifted my head as the call grew louder. 'I'm right here Ember! Can't you see me!" It called and my heart pounded thunder in my ears as I searched.
"Where are you!" I called and it answered 'I'm right here!'. I stood still, emptying my mind of nothing but that strong call, that pulled my feet before I gave them permission to go. I found what I was looked for underneath a pile of sopping wet leaves and mud, hidden from all except for me. It was a grey stone, and appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary grey rock, but it was warm to the touch and as I held it close to my ear, it seemed to pulsate, to call to me to take care of it because it was here for me.
"No worries. I'm here now." I spoke to it, and I might have wondered if I'd looked insane talking to a rock, but no one was here to see me. I pulled off my leather jacket and wrapped it around the stone, not noticing the cool air on my bare arms, before placing it carefully in my bag.
