Author's note: Yikes, I hope that you didn't dislike the last chapter. I was trying to add a descriptive chapter but…I really would like some more reviews with opinions about the story! Eragon isn't in this chapter, perhaps he'll be in the next one.
Discovery of a Lifetime
Galbatorix had been in a foul mood during the beginning of the week. He had received information that had called him away from Uru'baen. Eragon had not yet been forced to swear to Galbatorix, which made Galbatorix really angry. Murtagh and Faellie had been left with strict order which forbid them from freeing him or letting him leave the castle.
Murtagh had taken to helping Faellie exercise the horses everyday, and in turn she was helping him run the castle smoothly in Galbatorix's absence; mainly scaring the soldiers and maids into obedience when needed. A sort of truce had been reached between the two of them; Faellie having proven herself very loyal to Galbatorix and Murtagh being forced to work for him.
Today though, Faellie wanted to learn to use a sword, she had watched the battle between Eragon and Murtagh and had decided that it would be an extremely useful skill. Murtagh had agreed and was now showing her how to hold the sword and some different positions. Progress was going painfully slow, and Murtagh had almost run out of patience. Faellie was trying her best to keep up but she had about as much experience with a sword, as Murtagh had being a teacher. Murtagh decided to try to spar, and Faellie agreed to try all of the while knowing that it was not going to end well for her. The fight was over as soon as it began. Murtagh succeeded in whacking Faellie with the sword.
"Dead again," He said. "This is hopeless," Murtagh stalked off with Zar'roc leaving Faellie staring in disbelief at the sword in her hand.
"Don't give up," She whispered to herself. Then she forced herself to go through the moves again. After a short while, even she had to admit that she was getting nowhere. In a rare display of anger she flung the sword away from her: it flew into the wall and sunk into the brick all the way up to the hilt. Faellie stared in shock; she wasn't anyway near strong enough to actually chip the stone that made up the walls of the room.
Faellie glanced around and saw to her relief that there was no one else in the room. Then she pulled the sword out of the stone. It slid out easily as though the stone was butter. Faellie put her hand into the dark opening the sword had created. Her fingers curled around the other end of the brick meaning that there was a opening on the other side. She tried to banish from her mind the pictures of the different creepy crawlies that could be lurking there and pulled on the stone. It came out, and was surprisingly light. It could not be made of the same material as the rest of the room. She looked into the nook in the wall and gasped.
There on a velvet pillow laid a stone about a foot long and its surface was shiny as though it had been carefully polished. It was extremely smooth and it was a mossy green color. It was the last dragon egg.
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