Hey Dizzle...Um...Don't have much to say at all. So heres the next chapter.


"Where have you been?" Kamell heard Brom's hoarse voice the moment she entered their home.
"Doing school work." She threw her backpack down on a table by the door, walking past the old man towards the kitchen.
"It is Sunday." He pointed out, following her.
"Yes, I was doing my homework with Eragon." Brom grunted at her words.
"You should not be wasting your time hanging out with him." Kamell rolled her eyes,while taking off off her hoodie and throwing it down on the counter.
"He is a good kid."
"You are wasting your time with a farm boy."
"Right, I should be practicing." After living with Brom for as long as Kamell could remember, she knew how he could be, although that did little to stop his ways from annoying her. "You know, practicing Karate for three hours a day isn't healthy."
"It will come in handy." That was his only answer every time she asked him about his unusual requests.
"See, all this Karate and sword fighting is pointless. A few hundred years ago guns were invented. And this 'time of need' you say it is all for will will mean nothing if the other side has guns. A snipper will always win over a swordsmen." Brom did not respond to her at first, although she was sure she heard him growl.
"For seventeen years I have cared and raised you like my own daughter. I took you in when I could have rejected. This is how you repay me for my kindness? Spit on all that I stress?" a wave of guilt hit her, causing tears to form beneath her eyes, although she would not let them escape.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. You have done so much for me." Brom said no more, but left the room. His disappointment hung in the air as she abandoned the notion she had of eating dinner, and instead went to her room to retrieve her shinai (a wooden sword meant for practicing).

Kamell withdrew her English text book just before the door of her locker was slammed shut.
"Good thing I didn't need anything else." She grumbled, glaring at the person who shut it, Eragon.
"I have to talk to you." He lowered his voice and looked around, seeing all their school mates chatting on about who was sleeping with who, and who got drunk over the weekend.
"You're talking to me now?" She started to push through the crowd to get to their class.
"No, it's important."
"Well then speak."
"Not here." Kamell turned, and cocked her eyebrow.
"Why?" Eragon shifted his eyes to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation.
"The stone hatched." His voice was a mere whisper, but Kamell had no problem hearing it.
"So what do you think about skipping first period?"

Eragon pressed his finger to his lips to quite Kamell as they approached his farm. Garrow would be furious if he found out Eragon was skipping school, especially with some girl. They slipped into the barn unseen by the man controlling the tractor out in the field across from them.
"Explain this to me again." Kamell spoke once Eragon gave her to ok.
"It just started shaking, and then burst open. I don't know what it is, but when I touched it, this flash of white light happened, and this appeared." He pulled off the fingerless glove on his right hand to expose a spiraling scar.
"Wicked." She traced her finger over the mark until Eragon pushed her hand away, complaining that it tickled. "So where is it?" She looked around hopefully, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, except for the shattered pieces of what used to be the stone. Eragon made a clicking noise, as if calling a dog. Kamell heard a burble come from one a pile of hay, and a small blue head pup from the yellow rods. Seeing Eragon, the creature pushed through the rest of the pile, happily stumbling over to him, wagging a large scaly tail.
"awwwwww!" She cooed seeing it creatures big sapphire eyes. It cocked it's head towards her, giving an almost pout.
"Have you ever seen anything like it?" Eragon looked hopefully at his friend, as the little blue babe cautiously approached the her.
"no... but..." She reached her hand out slowly to it, letting it sniff her first to deem her safe, then stroked it's neck, running her hand always to the tip of it's bat-like wings. "Call me crazy... but it looks like a dragon."
"Very funny."
"No I'm serious! Brom has all these book s about them you know... and I don't know there are pictures of the baby dragons, they look just like this!"
"Those are drawings, dragons don't exist."
"ok, then what do you call this?" During their little fight, Kamell picked the creature up in her arms, and showered it in petted affection, pleasing the creature till it purred.
"A bird?"