A/N- Alrighty! Sorry this took so long to get to you. I've been busy with school work and finding scholarships. And I wanted this Chapter to be great since this is a very pivotal chapter (hint hint-sorry couldn't resist). Well I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think!
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Chapter 3
I was running through the tress. We were being chased. Being younger, smaller and lighter, I was way ahead of my father. I glance back, and he yells, "Alianna, take this and run. Never come back. I will be fine. I will always be with you my dragon rider."
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked taking the bag he always carried with him. It was heavier than I thought it would be. Kissing me on the forehead he said, "Saving you. I will always love you."
I woke up with a start. This was the same nightmare I've had for the last week. My father never survived his attack, and I never learned what was in the bag.
My nightmares scared me. The fact that my father did not come back to me was the worst part. Once he was gone, I would be left to fend for myself. Sure Murtagh would be there for me, but I would one to guide me through life.
On the other side, these nightmares were a bit intriguing. Not knowing what was in the bag annoyed me. I wanted to know. It was heavy but yet light at the same time.
I heard my father moving about in the kitchen. He was probably cooking breakfast for us. Slowly, I crawled out of bed and got dressed. Yawning, I shuffled into the kitchen. I was right, my father was cooking breakfast: waffles, eggs and bacon.
"Morning Sweetheart. I am almost done here, so have a seat." He smiled at me. Nodding I sat down at the table waiting for Dad to be done. As I watched him, I spied the tan leather bag. Remembering my nightmare, I asked, "Dad what's in that bag? What makes it so important that you never let it leave your sight?"
My father didn't say anything until he placed the food on the table and sat down five minutes later. "Why do you ask?"
"Are you keeping something from me?"
"Yes," my father said. Before I could protest, he held up a hand. "I am withholding information for your own good. Someday I will tell you."
"And will that be?" I demanded.
"Alianna, please, my dear be patient. It's not that I don't trust you. I do not trust that Murtagh boy you continuously spend time with."
"Dad, you have never even met Murtagh. So why are you judging him?" I shot back. All my life, Dad had been saying to never judge a book by its cover.
"I know that he's the son of a foresworn!" Dad stabbed his eggs. His anger surprised me. Only towards Galbatorix does his show this much venom. Then he went on, gentler this time, "The foresworn that killed my father."
"Murtagh is nothing, nothing like his father." I emphasized the second nothing so Dad could realize what I was saying was true. And then he shocked me by saying sadly, "You did not know Morzan."
"No I didn't personally know him. But Murtagh has told me about his father. Enough to know what he was like. He hates Galbatorix as well as Morzan." I said. After a few minutes of saying nothing, Dad asked, "Does he have ambitions on being a dragon rider?"
I sighed. "Yes, we both do. But we know that there are no more dragon eggs."
"As far as we know." My dad said glancing at his bag. He said those words as if he knew something about the status of dragon eggs.
"Alianna!" A voice called. It was Murtagh. Dad looked up and sighed, "Invite him in sweetheart."
Smiling happily, I ran out to meet Murtagh.
