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For a month, Daemon stayed in Carvahall. While he knew he should leave to investigate any signs of Miraak in this land, he wanted to keep an eye on Eragon as he was the new Dragon Rider, and he wanted the boy to trust him enough to show his dragon to him. He has interacted with Eragon a bit, getting to know the younger lad, but he didn't speak much about himself. Overall, Eragon seemed like a nice lad. In the month he's been in Carvahall, Daemon has kept to himself, he goes out, hunts for food, comes back, cooks it for dinner, lunch or whatever, comes into town for any supplies he's in need of, then goes back home. Sometimes he goes to the local tavern for a drink.

Right now, Daemon was in the woods, hunting. He had a bow in hand and an arrow on the bowstring, but he wasn't aiming at anything yet as he slowly crept along the ground, past the trees, following the tracks of a wolf. He had been pursuing this animal for the past hour, and it had proven to be quite a stubborn and challenging one.

Daemon continued to follow the tracks of the wolf he was hunting, sure that this wolf was part a pack since there was several more tracks on the ground. He crouched low and closed his eyes, using his hearing. He heard a low growl on the left of him coming closer and closer but remained still as stone.

The wolf came closer... he still didn't move.

It came closer... no movement yet.

It was now out of the darkness and coming closer... he still didn't move.

It growled and lunged, he whirled around and shot the arrow into the wolf's neck, causing it to howl in pain as it fell to the ground, whimpering. The wolf continued to whimper as Daemon approached and got to his knees, a hand on the wolf's snout to keep its jaws shut yet giving it comfort in its final moments. Daemon took out a dagger and quickly slit the wolf's throat to put it out of its misery and so it didn't feel the pain any longer.

Daemon sighed quietly to himself before he looked around. If this wolf was this close by, then the rest of the pack might be close as well. The hunt was still on.

He then paused as he had the feeling... he was being watched. He knew when he was being watched, he's had experience in assassin trying to kill him, animals trying to sneak up on him, and he had the sense of danger that was going off and warning him about possible danger. He slowly reached up and drew another arrow, pausing when he heard a slight huff of breath... that could only come from a big animal.

He whirled around and aimed the arrow... at a dragon?!

Daemon froze in shock as he stared at the dragon and it stared right back at him with a cautious gaze, not making even the slightest of movement. Getting a good look at the dragon, he saw it had blue sapphire-colored scales. The dragon was female, he could tell from the lean and slender frame since males were bulky. Daemon was also socked to see four legs instead of just two legs and the wings being used as two front legs.

A quick look over female dragon showed that she was built to fly. Her legs were thinner allowing for less drag on complex manoeuvres, talons were curved for ripping and latching power allowing her to grip her prey in the skies with ease. Her scales were a beautiful sapphire blue that shone marvellously in the light and her deep blue eyes made it look as if one was staring into gemstones.

Daemon had to admit, she was truly a beauty for her species. Maybe it was the dragon within him, but he found this dragoness incredibly beautiful.

The air seemed to have gone completely still as the two stared each other down. Seeing the dragoness was not meaning him harm for now, nor showing any hostility, he lowered the arrow which made her relax as she looked at him with more curiosity than caution.

"Drem Yol Lok. (Peace Fire Sky)" Daemon greeted her in the Dovahzul with the traditional greeting of dragons. She tilted her head at him, looking more curious. Daemon tensed as he felt a presence in his mind and looked around warily, but he saw the dragoness giving him a look that said 'calm down.' So, he let the presence in.

Who are you? A voice spoke in his head. It was female, it sounded melodious and soft on the ears and uniquely feminine. It sounded... angelic and nice.

Daemon, caught off guard at hearing a voice in his head, looked around before looking at the dragoness. "Was that you?"

She snorted. Did you think I was some mindless beast?

"Oh no, no. I didn't mean to offend you. Trust me, a beautiful and magnificent creature like you is far from a simple beast." Daemon said. Okay, he may be going overboard with the flattery, but he knows dragons enjoy being flattered.

The dragoness sat up straighter, her head held higher in pride. Well, I thank you for your words. But you did not answer my question. Who are you? Why do you smell like a dragon?

Either she can smell Odahviing on him, even after a month, or she's confusing it for his blood and soul being that of a dragon's.

Well, that's quite a story, one that I'm not sure you'd believe me on or like me very much after. Daemon said, speaking mentally instead of outloud. Oblivion knows how that ould look if he was speaking to a dragon that speaks via her mind and someone witnessed it. But first, may I know the name of the beautiful creature before me?

Saphira.

Well met, Saphira. I am Daemon from the land of Skyrim.

Skyrim? Saphira asked curiously, tilting her head. Hmm... tell me.

You might as well get comfortable. Daemon said, sitting down on his rear with his legs crossed in a basket. Saphira laid down on her stomach, her two front paws resting on each other. Her eyes stayed on him with intense attention.

Right, let me tell you the story of a legend known as the Dragonborn...

And so, he told her about the Dragonborn legend, he told her about himself, about Skyrim, as much as he could. She tensed and growled when he mentioned the Dragonslaying part but relaxed when he told her he wasn't like that, not anymore unless it's dragons who attack innocents without remorse. Saphira understood, seeing as the dragons of Skyrim were much different than the ones in Alagaësia. Once he was finished, Saphira was silent as she considered everything, he told her.

That's... quite a story, I must say. So you were born with the blood and soul of a dragon? She asked.

Daemon nodded. "It's a gift bestowed upon us at birth by the god, Akatosh, the creator of the dragons, at least I think he created the ones in Skyrim."

And this Alduin is the firstborn, correct?

"Yeah."

Saphira went to say something when she snapped her head up, now tense and alert before she took off into the air. Daemon blinked several times before saying to himself. "Wonder what that was about..."

Not much in this chapter, but it was just about Daemon meeting Saphira. I wanted them to meet before the hunt for the Ra'zac begins and before Eragon finds Garrow injured. As for why Saphira took off like that, it's because Eragon called for her while running back to his home in case Garrow was injured, which would lead to Saphira taking Eragon to the Spine, and then them going to find Garrow the next day only to find him injured, and that leads to Garrow's death.

Just so you know where we are in the timeline.