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"Eragon, I love you." Eragon was speechless. He knew what she would say, and still couldn't believe she had said it. Finally regaining his courage, he spoke back.

"I know. I love you too." Eragon lifted his wing, and she snuggled up close to his side. An audible sigh was heard as Saphira became quite comfy next to the larger dragon. Eragon held his head high, beyond pleased with what he had said. "I have felt this as well. I had no idea that it was this deep of a connection, but this makes sense."

"How so?"

"Well, our bond has always been strong, the only thing keeping us from this being that I was human. I had always known that you were more than just family, but I was never truly sure what. What you said is true: this feels right. It feels like everything is falling into place. I don't know how the elves are going to react, because they think it all seems very unnatural still, but I don't care. This, our love, is our choice, not theirs. I may not have chosen to become a dragon, but I do not regret choosing to stay one." Saphira didn't respond, but snuggled closer to him. Eragon smiled, and gazed into the distance until the stars hung overhead. The moon shone brightly, and Eragon fell asleep next to Saphira, once his partner, now his love.

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Eragon awoke to a cool, gentle breeze blowing across him. He didn't want to move. He was in paradise. Safe, free, and a dragon, on a mountaintop, with Saphira, the most beautiful dragoness in the world, and she was asleep next to him. Opening his eyes, he scanned the horizon, looking for anything at all. A small speck in the distance caught his eye, and he watched it for a few moments. Suddenly, he realized it followed the river, and he knew it was the Tatalia. He sat up, and opened his mind to it, barely reaching it over the many miles between them. He found a mind that he had grown familiar with in the past few days, and widened the connection. "Good morning, Angela. How did you sleep?"
"Eragon! Where are you? Did you find Saphira? Is she okay? What happened? Tell me everything!" Angela practically shouted over the mental link.

"We're fine! We're fine. We've found a mountain nearby that I think would serve as an excellent home for us. It serves as a natural boundary against nature, and this particular mountain has a wonderful view from the top." He briefly paused to send her a picture of what he saw. "If Blodhgarm isn't being to irritable, please tell him to meet us here."
"Saphira's there? Why didn't you tell us? We were worried sick!"
"That, my dear grandmother, I will let her tell, but only once you get here." He felt a bit of anger through the link, and laughed. "Please hurry though, I do not want to wait too long for you, otherwise I may have to come and grab you with my claws."
"You know I wouldn't object to that." Eragon closed the link, and turned to Saphira, who was still asleep under his wing. Finally deciding to dare standing up, he stretched himself like a cat, stretching even his wings. He quickly took of silently, and dove deep into the valleys to hunt. As he suspected, they were teeming with life, from large lizards that seemed to float like logs in the river, to birds with long beaks and legs standing in the shallows. Giant bears prowled just in the shadows, and other, stranger, beasts crawled, hopped, walked, ran, swam, glided, and flew through the deep gorge. Finally, a herd of deer presented itself to Eragon, but before he could make his move, an orange blur swept down and past him. Eragon stopped, wondering what it was. As he watched, the blur became clear, and Eragon was awestruck.

The dragon was very small, no larger than Saphira was when she was only a few months old, but it was fast, and knew how to hunt well, as it picked one of the largest bucks from the herd, and held it fast, but wavered. It's left wing was torn, and red blood seeped out, and the dragon fell to the ground in pain. A giant boar with six tusks poked it's head out of the woods, and the dragon's eyes grew wide. Eragon bolted down, straight towards the youngling. The boar was charging, and the orange dragon tried to stand, but couldn't find the strength to. Eragon stretched his claws in front of him, and snatched the dragon just before the boar hit it. Eragon spun around, rising high into the air. "You're safe. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Eragon said to the small dragon peering up at him. Eragon saw just how small he was compared to himself, fitting his entire body, minus the neck and tail, in only one of Eragon's massive paws. "I know someone who can help you. Until then, I will take you somewhere safe." The dragon said nothing, staring at him.

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"Saphira!" Eragon called, not caring if she was awake or not. Her head poked over the side, slightly tilted. She was above him, and couldn't see the orange youngling he had with him.

"I was wondering where you were. I assume you have food?"

"No, I have something else." Eragon gently set the small dragon down on the rocks, and it crawled out from under Eragon, peering up at Saphira.

"Oh my." Saphira said.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?" The young dragon's voice was high, but lower than Saphira's, like one of the young lads from Carvahall.

"Because you were in trouble, and I couldn't let you die. Please, tell me your name."
"My... my name?" The youngling blinked, and Eragon moved over to Saphira's side, laying down beside her.

"You do have a name, don't you?" Eragon asked.

"No. I was never given one. I'm the only one here, so I've never needed one."

"Where are your parents? What happened?" Saphira asked.

"They're gone. I never met my mommy and daddy. They died before I hatched."

"How?" Eragon asked.
"They were killed by the nightprowlers. That's why I hunt in the day. But the other day, they came out, and left the mountains in great numbers, but only one came back with the blackhoods."
"How long ago?" asked Saphira.

"Yesterday. About midday. I heard a great ruckus from the forest that day too. I wonder what happened..." The youngling shifted his weight. "Do you know?"
"Where we come from, we call those creatures the Ra'zac." Eragon said.