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Chapter Two
Eragon breathed in calmly. The baby was just getting more annoying by the second. The baby beat her fists against Eragon's already bruised arm. Saphria walked behind Eragon, trying not to listen to the baby's intense screaming. He stopped and glanced at the baby. She had stopped crying. Her face was red and tear stained. Fists and foots were also red from kicking and punching poor Eragon. She was crying but yet not crying. She had literally ran out of tears to cry. She refused to look at Eragon. Instead, she was looking at the ground. He patted her back and started forward again, wishing the town could have been closer. Then, after a few precious moments of silence, the baby started screaming again. This time at the tops of her lungs. Eragon rubbed his temple with his free hand. Man was he going to have a major headache.
Durza walked into an old campsite. He stared at the ground hard. Just before he thought there was nothing here he saw a footprint. A dragon's footprint. He sucked in his breath. No, they couldn't have it. He sniffed. Very clearly, the smell was there. Durza cursed silently as he headed after the footprints, the Urgals slowly following him.
Eragon winced. This time he received a kick in the stomach. He held the baby higher. A gust of wind suddenly swept by him, swirling around Eragon. The baby stopped screaming. Saphria growled softly. The wind slowly died down. Eragon shook his head and was about to go forward when the baby cried out happily, leaning halfway out of his arms. He glanced. A small bottle with strange gold symbols was sitting on top of a rock. Next to the bottle, was a note. Eragon grabbed the bottle and note. The bottle was warm. Eragon popped open the lid and cried out in happiness. In the bottle was warm milk. He closed the bottle and started handing it to the baby when Saphria growled. What is the matter?, he asked, looking up. The milk might not be safe. It could kill the child. Surely that ran through your mind, right?, Saphria said. Eragon looked at the milk. No, that hadn't though of that. He held up the note and read it.
Give this cow's milk to the baby. It should fill her tummy.
Eragon quickly told Saphria. She glanced at the bottle then the baby who was looking at the bottle with wide eyes. She nodded. Eragon gave the bottle to the baby. She grabbed it and started gulping it down. Eragon sighed. Maybe he would get some peace and quiet. Soon the baby finished, and closed her eyes sleepily. Eragon moved the baby to his shoulder and walked on. The town seemed way too far. Saphria walked next to Eragon, them silently talking. We should name her. Saphria told him. Eragon looked up at her. Name her? She's not ours! She's someone else's child. He reminded the blue dragon. She snorted. So. We can't call her baby. Or it or she, can we? She pressed on. Yes, we can, and we will. Eragon said firmly. Saphria gave him a disdainful look. Fine. For right now. But, you know, if you give it a name, you'll become attached to it. I don't want to become attached to it. He whined. What is wrong with being attached to a child? This will be a new experience for us. And will give you new responsibly. It might even give you a head start if you ever decided to reproduce. Saphria said. Eragon glared at her. That is a long way away. I'm not fully comfortable with talking about 'reproducing' with you. And I do have responsibly! He said. Okay, how about... Kiklea? Saphira asked. No! I got an idea! How about Aderia? Eragon said, glancing at the slumbering baby. Saphria also looked at the child. Aderia. I like that. Aderia it is.
Durza walked into an opening. A magic smell hung over this place. Heavy, powerful magic. He glanced up at the sky. It was slowly turning to an orange and red. He snarled and following the footprints faster now. He had to find and take the baby. If not, he was in so much trouble.
Eragon and Saphria stopped soon. Eragon started a fire and got water. By the time he came back, Aderia had woken. Saphria was curled next to Aderia, letting the baby try to grab the dragon's tail. Aderia giggled and turned to Eragon. She held up her arms to Eragon. He picked her up and sat her in his lap. He watched the fire as the soup he made started to cook. The baby had Eragon's shirt in her mouth, sucking on it. He took it out. Aderia's eyes began to water. He quickly gave Aderia his shirt. He didn't need another screaming fit. A few minutes later, a horrible smell reached him. It wasn't an Urgal smell. He looked down. The smell was coming from Aderia's cloth diaper!
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