Okay. This thought popped into my head and I decided to make it a story. Galbatorix is searching for something special. Something that could mean the end for Eragon and Saphria. But only one thing, can they get it from Eragon and Saphria? I hope you guys like! Plus, I making a special language just for the special thing. Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon and Saphria or anything from the book of Eragon. But I do own this plot and my characters! Read and Review!
Chapter One
A tall lady cloaked in dark blue ran through the forest, clutching a small bundle to her chest. It was covered in a brown wool blanket. A small packet was on the lady's shoulder. She turned around and listened quietly. She had lost them for a few precious moments. She walked forward, trying to avoid the twigs, but that was almost impossible for they were everywhere, snapping.
Saphria brought up her head. She heard some distance snapping. She stood up quietly, trying not to wake up Eragon, who was sleeping peacefully. She went to search for the intruder. Eragon would be fine for awhile. He probably wouldn't even wake up. She headed for the sounds.
The lady slowly walked into a small clearing. Cold ashes laid in a circle, showing where last night fire was. She glanced around. A tall, slim man was sleeping away from the fire, curled up. He was snoring slightly. She approached him carefully, examining him closely. Something caught her eye. A silvery white symbol was on his wrist. She heard another twig snapped loudly. She looked at her bundle then back at the man. She had no choice. Hopefully, he would take care of it. She placed her bundle snugly against the man's chest. She opened up her pack and took out another brown wool blanket. She laid it over the man and the bundle. Hopefully they wouldn't look for it there. "Juy hugeis nioe chweu." She whispered, quickly walking out. (May luck shine on you.)
Eragon gasped. A sharp pain hit him in the abdomen. He sat up and looked around. Saphria wasn't there. He shrugged. Probably went for a drink, he thought. Well, nothing really out of the ordinary. He laid back now, yawning. He closed his eyes for a moment. Then he bolted up, eyes wide. Since when did he have a blanket? He threw the blanket up and stood up. Where did it come from? He looked down and stopped. A small bundle was lying where his stomach was. He picked it up. It was heavy and warm. He opened the bundle carefully. He gasped as a pair of stunning icy blue eyes stared back at him. He took off the bundle. A small baby laid in his arms. The baby had white blonde hair and was a little on the chubby side. It was wearing a cloth diaper. He looked around. No footsteps were found. Saphria, he called out with his mind.
The lady ran hard. Urgals were following her, with their daggers and swords sharpened and pointed at her. She tripped over an uprooted root. The Urgals reached her and pinned her down. A tall man, but yet not a man, limped towards her. His face was burned and so was part of his body. But, it was slowly healing. She gasped. Durza was suppose to be dead. The dragon rider killed him. He bent down towards her, his knife at her throat. "Where's the baby?" He whispered. "You'll never find her." She said, smiling at herself. Durza's lip curled in disgust. "Oh, my dear, I will find her." He whispered, then slitted her throat. He stood up and walked to a cage. He lifted the door and a large brown furry beast busted out. It ran straight for the woman. It started biting in to her, chewing her quickly, ready for the next piece.
Saphria walked into the clearing, wondering why Eragon had urgently called her to him. Eragon was holding a small baby to his chest. Where did this come from, Saphria asked him, taking a look at the baby. The baby stared at the dragon then reached for Saphria's nose. The baby touched the soft dragon's nose then looked at Eragon. Eragon remembered the little girl he helped. What had happened when Saphria touched the baby. Why didn't it happen then? He shrugged it off and looked at Saphria. We have to find the parent of this child, Saphria reminded him.
Of course, I was thinking the same thing
So, is it a boy or girl. Eragon took a look at the baby. He touched the baby's mind gently. Girl, he said, putting the baby back in the nook of his arm. What is the nearest city, Eragon asked quickly. Buldevard (I made this town up because... I wanted to.)
After a few minutes, the baby started fidgeting. Eragon looked down at the baby. She started bawling. Saphria flattened her ears. She's hungry, Eragon announced to Saphria. Well, let's feed her, Saphria snapped. Eragon bit his lip. The baby started thrashing her fists, bawling louder. Eragon looked around. Where would he find milk in the middle of a forest?
Okay. Will Eragon ever find milk? Will the baby stop crying? Please Read and Review! Be nice please. But if you gotta say something, say it. But in a nice way! KrazieShadowNinja!