AN: Yes it is kind of short, but at least it's a chapter :)
Disclaimer: Eragon and the events within do not belong to me. The only characters I own so far are Mag, Xander, Esmira, the weird guy in the white room, and two as of yet unnamed eggs.
Spring and Summer, Third year.
March 21, First day of spring
Saw a bird, first Robin this year.
April 8
Today I went out for a walk, and when I got back, Xander was, surprise surprise, on the roof. Bet you saw that one coming...
April 19
Almost cried yesterday morning after the dream I had - that's why I didn't write anything.
There was a woman and a man, crying. They stood before a wooden box, mourning. Inside was a young man, murdered by a group of fierce creatures. Looking onto the scene was a creature, a young thing. It was an emerald colour, and it was mourning. She, I knew it was a she, was covered in shimmering scales, with two wings on her back. I knew immediately what it was. A dragon. What else could she possibly be? And the boy in the coffin? Her rider. The dragon was tiny, and could not have been more than a few days old. I saw the seeds of madness being sown in that hatchling that day.
But was it real? I still wonder about it. I have an inkling that it was. That it has happened.
But that's all. That's my odd dream.
May 7
Yikes. I feel like you just live your life in a day-to-day world, and before you know it, another year's gone by. We're nine now. I can barely believe it. I sure don't feel nine. I feel a whole lot older than that, oddly.
May 21
Last night, I dreamt that I was walking through the woods and tripped over a log.
When I went out today, I tripped over a log that looked exactly like the one in my dream.
Why is this happening to me? I don't understand these stupid dreams!
June 4
I re- (A squiggle and some ink blots, then written hastily, the following words)
Xander fell off the roof! Talk later.
June 5
Sorry about yesterday's entry, Like I said yesterday, Xander was up on the roof again, and slipped. I dropped my page in my panic, and rushed to where he was. He was mostly uninjured, though he does have a sore back, and a sprained ankle. Fortunately, he was only jarred, hitting the ground at just the right angle as to not break any bones. I rushed to him and helped him to the bed, then cleaned up some of the mess he had made. I didn't go onto the roof though. Still not allowed, apparently.
June 24
Three days into summer, and I just realized, the dreams aren't coming with as much frequency. They are predicting things further and further into the future. I fear what this means. But it also means something else which I am glad of. The less frequent the prophesy dreams, the less frequent the dreams about the boy - the one with blue in his being.
July 8
The most random things happen. Two months we have been nine, and not until today has Xander mentioned it. I worry about him on occasion.
Something is troubling him, I know. And the longer we live here, the more nervous he gets.
July 26
What have I done to deserve this life? And these gifts that seem like a curse? I never asked for this. Or maybe I did! How should I know? I'm only nine, I'm not ready for all these gifts! I just want to go home, wherever home is.
August 10
I did it again. I lost a great many of my pages. I found about half a dozen in the river, of all places. I will include them, but they are difficult to read.
[Following this are several leaves of paper, unreadable because of water smearing the ink]
August 25
Harvest is upon us. Not much time to write.
September 9
Harvest is over, at last. I was too tired to write the past few days. Not much else has happened.
September 21, Last day of summer.
I cannot believe the summer is already over. It has passed by with startling speed. I guess the days pass faster as we become acustomed to our pattern of life.