Author Note: Thank you for all the reviews, I'm not really sure what else to say this week. Um oh right, when we say Internet cookies we don't mean bad kind. :) ~The One Who Has No Names
I just quickly want to say that I am SO sorry for the delay, I had internet issues, I went on a vacation that I didn't know I was going on. Just I wasn't able to get on a computer that worked and update, anything. Again, I am so very very sorry! ~DarkDramaLady
Previously on Phantoms from the Shadows:
Two hatchlings have been hatched, one hatched for Blödhgarm and the second hatchling is to be a wild dragon. Eragon scryed Arya who was naked in a pond, awkwardness ensued. Both Arya and Eragon have feelings for each other.
Now, chapter three:
Another few weeks had gone by without much change. Both dragons had been starting to grow, fast. Blödhgarm's was slowly beginning to project its thoughts. It wasn't grand thoughts or anything, just more of an image. It was a start.
The two hatchlings were getting along; they weren't always fighting over food or anything, yet. The few times they had fought it seemed like the navy blue hatchling would start and win more often. The navy dragon is a female obviously Little One. Saphira thought with confidence.
How are you so sure? I couldn't tell until you told me when we talked over you name. He flopped down on the deck in frustration over not seeing how the hatchling was a female.
Little One, calm down and think about what Ormis-elda and Gladear-elda have said about my heritage. She said, extremely proud.
Okay, I will. As he sat up and began to meditate, Eragon thought about it. He said your father was Iormúnger, a dragon bonded to a rider. Your mother was the wild dragon Vervada. I don't see how that matters though, aren't bonded dragons less aggressive than wild dragons.
Yes, they are, but what other thing did you learn about female dragons.
Now Eragon was beginning to think harder on all his lessons. Then it hit him, females are more aggressive, so a male bonded dragon bonding with a wild female is even more impressive. I now see why you say that the hatchling is a female.
Finally, it took you long enough! She snorted at Eragon.
"So Blödhgarm what are you thinking about naming the hatchling?" Blodhgarm looked up at Eragon; he had been rubbing the hatchling while he fed it a fish.
"I'm not entirely sure, I was thinking of naming it after my late mother Ildrid. That's if the dragon's a she and is okay with the name. I don't know after that." He had shown a great sadness yet great joy at the moment.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she had died, I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose a parent all too well." Eragon had immediately thought of Brom, his real father, who he had thought of as a story teller and then later a mentor before he knew his true heritage. Then his Uncle Garrow, who took him in as his own when his mother, Selena, left Eragon with him. The last was the Dwarf King Horthgar, who accepted him into the Ingeitum clan without hesitation, making him a foster brother of the present King Orik. Those three where the only father figures he had, considering he only knew that Brom was actually his father after his death.
"My mother was mortally wounded during the battle of Urû'baen. She had tried to help kill Barst. He had broken many of her bones. They said she should have died from those injuries. A few humans had dragged her out that cursed city. Even on her death bed she retained a great beauty. Not once did she scream to die, or for help. She simply waited for me to go looking for her. She wanted to say goodbye." Tears were threatening to take the grand elf.
"You do not have to continue, if-"
"No, I must finish the story, I need to say it." He got himself together and continued, "When I had reached her she only had moments to live. I told her I would heal her, that I wouldn't let her die," the wolfish elf had swallowed hard. "She told me to stop; I will never forget the last thing she said to me."
When he regained composure he said, "She told me, 'You, my son, you are going to be destined for greater things than any elf. Follow Eragon Shadeslayer on his journeys. Keep making me proad, as you always have, do not fear evil, only resist it. I love you my beautiful child, the most exhilarating part of my life is over, I wish I could be there to see yours . . . Her breathing had started to slow. And yours will be starting soon. She then closed her eyes for the last time, and she passed into the void'." Blödhgarm rubbed the tears out of his eyes.
Starring at his dragon, he finished, "I didn't know what she had meant then, I was puzzled by it, and then, my own wonderful dragon had hatched for me."
A quiet yet beautiful voice rang out in all their minds.
Yes. The voice projected with both pride and honor washing over Blödhgarm and both Eragon and Saphira that time.
Author Note: Hello again, I hope that you enjoyed that. Hopefully I will be able to get chapter four up really soon as to say sorry for the extremely long wait. Please let us know what you think, reviewers get many awesome things! ~DarkDramaLady
