-1Kara sighed, staring down at the egg. She could sell the it to the Varden, and live like a Queen for the rest of her days, not that she couldn't do that already (keep reading for info on this oddly placed reference/foreshadowing thing). Eventually, with the help of another rider, the Varden would beat Galbatorix's Empire. Freedom for all. What a destiny. Kara stared down at the egg. Before, when she had been carrying it, it had felt as strong, and heavy, as a rock. Now, sitting in the middle of the bed, it stared at her accusingly. Selling it to the Varden would take many of their resources. Even with a rider to rally to, men cannot fight for free. Kara would be dooming them to death.

The dark green of the reminded Kara of her mother's eyes. She had died when Kara was a child, but the few memories that Kara had were all cheerful. They had lived on the edge of the Hadarac Desert with one of the local tribes. Kara had had many friends, and despite their nomadic lifestyle, she had always let herself feel at home there. Now, Kara never let down her guard. Banishing thoughts of the past, Kara let herself think of her dilemma: the future.

She had many choices, but Kara knew the green ball of life sitting in front of her would only let her do one thing: give the egg to the Varden so that they might free Alaglasia. Kara moved to pick up the egg. She would do it. Just as her hand hit the smooth surface, Kara gasped.

"IDIOT! The rag!" Kara cursed herself, and tried to drop the egg but it was too late. Her hand now had a crescent scar, and there were already cracks appearing on the egg. For the first time in her life, Kara fainted.

Kara woke up to a rough tongue slowly licking her chin. The first thing she saw upon awakening was a green head.

"Oh no, no, no," the Dragon nodded as if to say, "oh yes, yes, yes."

"I am NOT a rider, I am a spy. A spy! So go back into your egg and pick another rider," just then, Kara caught on to the absurdity of the situation. She was arguing with a Dragon. Loud, hysterical laughter floated out of her mouth. Luckily, the walls in THIS inn were soundproof.

Finally, Kara got her act together and made her way to the washroom. The Dragon followed her. The BOY Dragon followed her.

"No, stay HERE," said Kara. After much tussling, Kara finally got the door closed and prepared for bed. She was barely out of the room for a few moments when the Dragon started scratching on the door. Kara groaned. If this was what the rest of her life would be like, then she planned on an early suicide. Nonetheless, she exited the room.

"Aren't we supposed to communicate somehow?" Kara asked the Dragon. He just looked at her hopefully. "Are you slow?" asked Kara, not really expecting an answer. To her surprise, the Dragon shook his head distastefully.

"Ok, not slow…maybe mute?" At this the Dragon nodded enthusiastically, and Kara smiled. It WOULD be just her luck to end up with the only mute Dragon in the history of riders.

"I guess that means that picking your name might be a problem then," more nods, "So I'll do it for you." After long seconds of thinking, Kara picked out one of her favorite names.
"FREDDY." The Dragon looked pleased, and Kara spent the night with Freddy curled up next to her in the bed.

A/N- this was added after chapter…uhhh…7 (I think) because of all the reviews that said 'what dragon?'. It's a little bit more comical than other spots, but I like it. REVIEW PLEASE!