I don't really have anything to do, so here I am, typing a story full of nonsense that I just love to imagine, to dream up…sigh…
Disclaimer: Just about the same as all the other chappies…
A New Rider/Time is Running Out:
I reached out, and touched the lovely, emerald green egg before me. And that is when it happened. The egg started cracking, and after a moment, I realized that it was hatching!
It was hatching for me, Eyris, the next Dragon Rider of Alagesia and the Varden.
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"Eragon! Eragon!"
The Queen's cries sounded happy, this time, and not so much as sad, since she had been weeping for the past week.
"Eragon! We have a new rider."
A new rider? A new rider!
Little one, this is wonderful news! Find out for me if the dragon is male?
"My lady, Saphira would like to know if the dragon is a male."
And where is it, and who is the new rider, and what color, and…
"She would also like to know where the new dragon and rider are, who the new rider is, what color the dragon is, and…"
And the dragon's name!
"And the dragon's name."
"Well, here they come, so why don't you ask them yourself?"
A short girl about thirteen years old walked up to the base of the tree house Eragon and Saphira stayed at. She had shoulder-length light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and freckles scattered across her face. She was obviously a human. With her walked an emerald green dragon, about the size of a large dog. It could have easily hatched only a couple days ago.
"Hello, my name is Eragon. What be yours, young rider?"
"My name is Eyris, and this is Dreamr," she said, indicating the dragon beside her.
It is nice to meet you. Hello Eyris, Dreamr. Saphira said, nodding to the new rider and her dragon.
Hullo…The voice of the dragon hatchling echoed through mine and Saphira's heads. The new dragon was obviously a male.
"Shadeslayer, I trust you to their training. Oromis has taught you well, and he himself told me…before he died…that your training was most nearly complete. Will you?"
She trusted me? Oromis said my training was almost complete? This was a hard duty the Elvin Queen had placed upon me, and I was sure I was up to the task of training Eyris.
"Yes, of course. What does she already know?"
"I have learned to fight by the elves, and though I do not have the speed and accuracy of an elf, I am sure that my lady would agree that I do not need additional sword training, although sparring occasionally an exception, as the need is dire for us to attack Galbatorix as soon as possible."
I just stared in awe at this girl. She sure did know how to use her words…
"Yes, I will have to agree with Eyris. She had one of the best…the best…" the Queen's voice cracked, and she looked almost as if she would break into tears once again. But she went on.
"Eyris had one of the best teachers in all of Alagesia. I do not think she will be needing any sword training. That way, it should be only about five months before Eyris and Dreamr are able to go into battle against our enemies."
I nodded my head. "Who was your teacher, Eyris?"
She looked up at me with teary eyes and said, "Arya. Arya Svit-kona was my teacher."
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Where? Where am I going?
What is this in the bag I am holding?
I must not drop it.
It is important, I can tell.
I know that I am bleeding now; I must rest.
NO! They will find me!
I must keep going until I reach…
Until I reach what?
I can't remember anymore.
I can't remember anything.
Who am I?
Where am I from?
What am I doing, running from this horrid beast?
What is in my bag?
Where am I going?
Oh…
Oh, I'm falling.
Why am I falling?
I can't see.
Am I blind?
I can't get up.
Surely, he will find me now.
No, I know what will save us.
Us? Who is us?
It is only me, is it not?
I know magic.
I can save us.
Let me think.
Time is running out…
Someone find me, please…