Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a few made up characters. All original ideas belong to Christopher Paolini.

This is just a short chapter, following a suggestion that I include how Arya got Fírnen's egg.

Hopefully I will get the actual chapter 3 up today or tomorrow. One more week of school then holidays so I should be able to update quicker then.

Now, flying on Fírnen alongside Eragon and Saphira, Arya allowed her mind to wander back to when Fírnen had hatched for her. Back to when, upon her arrival in Ellesméra, she was informed of a chest Oromis left to her. Inside that chest she found a green dragon egg nestled safely in blankets, and a note with her name on it.

Dear Arya,

I am sorry for not telling you of this sooner. If you are reading this now, then Gleadr and I are both dead and it will once again fall to you to convey a dragon egg between the races to find the new rider. That is of course, if it does not hatch for you – as Glaedr and I suspect it might.

This egg is Glaedr's youngest and only surviving egg. We kept it secret from everyone except your mother for Galbatorix has many spies but if no one knew of it then there was no way for a spy to glean the information. At the time Saphira's egg was in our sides' possession and you were safeguarding it until it hatched. We felt that it was better only one egg was common knowledge both for insurance and because while Galbatorix may remain is his castle while we have just one egg – if he knew we had two he may have decided to d anything. This would, at such a time, have resulted in the end of the resistance; the dwarves were hiding deep in their mountains, the Varden, weak and broken retreated., and our people had retreated to our woods to mourn the loss of our king, your father.

However, this should be silent no longer. It is no longer so vital that Galbatorix not know – we need all the riders we can get. The resistance is ready to strike back; no longer biding their time and growing stronger every day, the Varden have united the races. The dwarves are once again venturing outside of their homes and our people are mustering. Once the egg has hatched, keep the young dragon hidden until he is big enough to defend himself, and then return to the Varden, Eragon and Saphira.

Good luck, Oromis.

Despite his words, it had still come as a surprise when, as Oromis had believed the egg hatched for me. I had touched the dragon and, with my hand still burning, had joined the ranks of the riders. Then, when I thought Fírnen big enough, and I could not bear to wait any longer, we flew to the Varden.

Returning to the present, I once more focused my mind to the meeting fast approaching.