Okay, since the last chapter was called 'Good Night' I decided I would just name this one 'Good Morning' for the hell of it. Lover and a Hater-I'm so glad you love my story! Randomites Unite! Hey! That rhymes! And yes, I do get some very strange reviews… AND I LOVE THEM! FlameWing41-WHAAATTT! How can you have never read Harry Potter? But I'm glad that I've convinced you to read one of the best book series in the world! (Haa it only took me a month to read the series because I couldn't stop! I loved it so much!) Most well written chapter ever? AWESOOOMME! Majide Bunny-Hmm, and pray tell, what do you think is going to happen? Pie in the Face-Gosh, I don't know how many times I've watched LOTR. I'm insane too! Also, I'm working on another LOTR fanfiction. Lego is the main character! The story is yet to be named, and I'm not sure when I'm going to put it up. It could be awhile because Change is my first priority. GO LEGGY! XxWeixX-Arya can protect herself and the egg, but would everyone rather her accidently lose the egg in an incident because she couldn't suck it up and swallow her pride? Every1's Beta-I am a ninja. I am an expert. You're not blind; otherwise you would not be reading my story… or this message. It is possibly just you. I don't know either. I didn't lie. In the 3rd paragraph 'the setting sun "fall" on the elf's' It should have been "fell" (I corrected it already in the posted chapter) I left you another typo, hopefully you can find this one. Haha. I told my cousin he was 'such a f****** oxymoron!' He thought I was crazy. Nothing new there.
Chapter 12
"Good Morning"
Arya gracefully walked toward Eragon's tent. It was early in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the distant hills. Pale, yellow rays fell on Arya's lithe figure, and caused her skin to glow slightly in the soft light.
The green egg was once again encased in the leather knapsack. Arya wore the bag over her shoulder with the strap going across her chest so she would not draw unwanted attention by constantly cradling a bag in her arms.
Arya smiled at Saphira. "Good morning, Saphira," She said as she sat down on the grass beside the dragon's head. She pulled the bag off of her shoulder and set it gently in her lap.
Indeed, and good morning to you too, Arya, Saphira replied as she fixed one large sapphire eye on the elf.
Inside the tent Eragon was in a deeper trance than normal, as he was extremely tired from the journey. His blankets were in a messy tangle around his legs. His chest moved up and down as he breathed deeply and steadily.
Would you like me to wake Eragon? Saphira asked.
"No, let him sleep. I'll just wait," Arya replied quietly. She glanced down at the brown leather knapsack in her lap. She longed to open the bag and gaze at the beautiful emerald egg, but she knew that it would be a bad idea to do so where she was at the moment.
Saphira blew a puff of smoke from her nostrils, and watched the wind carry the dark grey plume away. She kneaded her claws in the dirt out of boredom.
Arya, would you like to play a game of riddles? Saphira asked at one point.
"A game of riddles?" Arya sounded thoughtful for a moment. "I don't think I am very good at riddles, but then again I've never really tried all that much. Okay, let's play."
There was a moment of silence between the two as Saphira and Arya both thought.
Saphira spoke first. This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; gnaws iron, bites steel; grinds hard stones to meal; slays king, ruins town and beats high mountain down.
Arya stared down at the bag in her lap as she thought. The obvious came to her right away: a dragon. But that was the obvious, and she didn't think that the obvious answer would be the correct answer. But she could think of nothing else.
"Is the answer a dragon?" Arya asked.
Very good answer, but no, the right answer is 'time', Saphira replied. Your turn.
There was another short moment of silence before Arya spoke. "What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than the trees, up, up it goes, and yet never grows?"
It took Saphira little time to answer this riddle. Ha! That's easy, She said. It's a mountain!
A small, yet still beautiful laugh came from Arya, but it was short and quiet. It was nice as it lasted though.
"That's right," She said.
Saphira continued, slightly smug. Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Arya thought for a short moment, and then smiled as the answer came to her. "The answer is the wind," She said surely.
Saphira blew another short puff of smoke from her nostrils. Correct.
Arya's smile broadened as she looked up at Saphira. "Getting a tad too competitive, are we?"
Do you have another riddle or not? Saphira asked.
"Fine. A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid."
Saphira was silent for a long while as she bathed in her thoughts. She thought hard, but could not figure out for the life of her what the answer could be. She wrinkled her nose and growled softly.
"Do you give up?" Arya asked.
There was another short silence. Yes, Saphira finally said. I give up.
Arya smiled again slightly as she looked at the leather bag in her lap. "The answer is an egg."
Saphira growled again, this time louder. An egg? That's not fair! When a dragon thinks of an egg usually an infant dragon comes to mind, not the yellow substance eaten by two-legged creatures.
Arya shrugged, and forced herself not to smile with amusement.
Saphira, what's wrong? Eragon's voice sounded in Saphira's mind.
Oh, Eragon, you're awake. Saphira immediately calmed down. Arya is with me outside and we were playing a game of riddles.
Arya? Eragon sounded happy and eager to talk to her. Small noises could be heard coming from inside the tent as Eragon began moving around.
Saphira chuckled as only a dragon can, though it sounded more like choking. Puffs of dark smoke occasionally escaped her nostrils as she laughed.
Arya inched away from the large sapphire dragon, fearing that the next puff of smoke may not be smoke but blue inferno.
Eragon pushed the tent flaps away and stepped outside. He blinked in the morning light, which had brightened dramatically since Arya had arrived.
Good morning, little one, Saphira said.
Good morning, Saphira, Eragon replied with a smile.
"Good morning," Arya said.
"Good morning, Drottningu," Eragon replied as he sat down on the grass across from Arya.
"You know I would rather you not call me that," Arya said as she continued to stare down at the bag in her lap.
"My apologies," Eragon said with a teasing smile.
Arya lifted her eyes and looked at Eragon. "I came here to talk to you about something important involving the egg."
Eragon nodded. "Alright, but maybe we should move inside first."
Arya nodded and stood up. Eragon stood and stepped to the side. He held the tent flap aside as Arya entered before following after her.
I hope you liked this chapter. What do you think Arya has to talk to Eragon about? Also, if you can tell me what book those riddles are from, then the dragon will be named after you! (Okay… well it will have a nickname after you) Press the blue button and give me your answers.
