Disclaimer and Summary: I do not own Eragon. This girl in the story is about seven years old. Not quite seven but almost. She thought she would never get away. She thought she was useless. But she was wrong. It happens that everyone is special in a way. And even if you never think that anything good will happen, it will. Some good things come in disguises. It's up to you to uncover them.

Chapter Two

The girl crawled up to the dragon. It's mouth was open and its breathing was labored. It's eyes were closed. She looked up. One of the dragon's wings were bent in a painful way. Blood was dripping out of the fresh wound. "Wait right here." She told the unconcious dragon. She bent down to her hole in the tree and dug around. Someone had given her a large jar of white jelly like substance. It could cure anything. The lady said it would last her a lifetime. She found the jar then cried out in disgust. Flanders had tied it once she had used it. She had accidently broke the lock and had to tie the top on. She felt around for her little knife. Flanders never allowed her to have a sharp knife. She had a dull one. She tried to cut through the knot but it didn't work. The girl glanced at the scale the dragon had given her.

The scale sliced the ribbon easily. She opened the jar and scooped a little of the cool milky jelly. She grabbed one of the sapphire dragon's spikes and pulled herself up to the wing. She rubbed the jelly on. The dragon shifted. The girl jumped off, putting the jar back in her hole. She glanced at the dragon's face. It's eyes flickered around in it's eyelids but it soon stopped. The girl placed a hand on the dragon. It's scales were warm. She looked up. "Thank you." She told them. "Now, beast, stay right here. I have to go home. I'll be here in the morning though. Goodnight." She said, walking away.

The girl walked in her house. Flanders was sitting on a chair, reading a book. "Master, may I ask you a few questions?" She asked him. Flanders sighed and put the book up. He nodded. Master Flanders wasn't all that bad. Only when he was in a grumpy mood. He was nice most of the time. "Why was the dragon in the pit? I mean, we had it out for a couple of years but then it went in the pit." She asked.

"People don't like to see dragons just waltzing around. Dragons are heavy. Sometimes they put holes in people's gardens. Stuff like that, so we put the dragon in there." He asnwered.

"Why were we keeping the dragon?" She said.

"We honor dragons and thier riders. We were keeping it for the rider." He said. His eyebrow was tilting upwards.

"Where was the rider?" She told him.

"He's gone." He said.

"Where did he go?" She persisted.

"He's dead." Flanders grumbled. He was getting annoyed.

"Why did the dragon die?" She continued. If she stopped now, she would forget the questions.

"It's heart was broken. It had no will to live." He confessed. His face softened.

"Did the dragon have a name?" She asked him.

"Yes. The Great Lamboni. (Sounds kinda familiar. Don't know where I got it from. Sounds like a magcian name.) It was a he if you're wondering." He said.

"Is there any dragon riders left?" She asked him. Flanders face fell.

"I don't know, slave." He muttered.

"Can there be dragons without dragon riders?" She said. Hopefully she didn't sound like she found one.

"I suppose. It's not impossible. But most likely impropable." He told her.

"Do..." She started but Flanders cut her off.

"That is enough, slave. No more questions for tonight. Maybe sometime tommorrow." Flanders told her, getting up and stretching. The girl nodded. It wasn't good to disobey her master.

Meanwhile...

Eragon looked around impaietnly. Saphira was suppose to be back by now. He had tried to reach her. He felt a little tickle in his head then nothing. Like she was trying to reach him too but she couldn't. "Eragon," Murtagh called out, breaking Eragon's thoughts. Eragon turned to Murtagh. "Let us go to sleep. If she is not here and you can not contact her, we can go search for her. Okay?" He finished. Eragon glanced at them. Ayra and Murtagh looked very sleepy. As Eragon noticed it, he felt sleepy too.

"Okay." Eragon agreed. He laid down and covered himself in a blanket. He felt wierd, not being able to curl up beside Saphira's warm belly. He closed his eyes, hoping for the saftey of his blue dragon.

Back in the Hadarac Desert...

The girl woke up extra early in the morning to get all her chores done. She wanted to spend the whole day with the dragon. Flanders watched his slave scurry back and forth across the house. What was the matter with her. She soon finished all her chores expect for the one where she cooked his dinner meal. He himself was going into villiage today. Since she was being such a good slave today, maybe he would take her with him. "Master Flanders!" She said breathlessly. She had finished her work and it was only eight in the morning. He turned to her. "Can I go into the forest for the day. Have a picnic or something? I promise I'll be back so I can cook your dinner." She said.

Flanders considered this. She couldn't really go anywhere. This little villiage was the only town for miles. The closest thing was those Beor Mountains. And if she went on horseback or camelback it would take a least a month. She would have to have enough water and food suppiles. He nodded. "Take yourself a meat sandwhich and some fruit. You can find a stream." He told her, pushing her to the kitchen. She hugged his leg and ran to the kitchen. When she was sure Flanders was away, she packed much more meat than was needed. She grabbed a couple of apples. Then she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, with the picnic basket bouncing at her side.

The dragon was still in the same place it was where she left it. "Good morning. Why don't you wake up?" She asked it. But of course, she didn't get an answer. She climbed on the dragon's back and checked the wing. The wing was healing very quickly. The only thing was, that the wing was healing the wrong way. She hesitated. The dragon should be happy if she did this. She grabbed the wing. She took a big deep breath and wretched the dragon's wing back in place.

The dragon roared, moving it's body wildly. She jumped off. The dragon lurched up, growling. It's dark eyes searched for someone. It stopped on her. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just putting your wing back in place." She told the dragon. The dragon stopped growling and laid back down. "I put some healing jelly on your wing. It's gonna be a few days but your wing will heal in no time. Meanwhile, you can stay right here. No one knows about this place. I'll take care of you. I promise." The girl told the dragon. It nodded. "You can understand me?" She asked it, shocked. The dragon nodded. The girl smiled. The gods did listen to her. This was going to be her best friend forever!

Back with Eragon...

Eragon woke up cold. That was strange, usally Saphira's heat warmed him up. He jumped up, remembering Saphira and the night before. He tried to contact her but nothing happened. Eragon looked around. Ayra was up, folding her bedroll. Murtagh was still sleeping. "I can't contact her." Eragon told her, gathering up his bedroll.

"Then we will just have to find her. I hope nothing is wrong with her." Ayra said, giving him a symethic look.

"I hope so too." Eragon said. He looked out towards the large trees.

To Saphira...

Saphira watched the child. She was a talker. While she was talking, she ate a small meat sandwich. It looked like it wasn't very suitable thing to eat. She would be hungry later on. The child was about seven years old. She had long brown hair with tangles in it. Her tan skin was very dirty. She wore a short dirty dress that came to her knees. She had scabs, scratches, and bruises all over her body. There was a certain smell about her. A dead smell. She could barely remember that smell the day before. She couldn't open her eyes. Maybe it was when she landed. It was almost gone so Saphira didn't worry about it. The child had set up a bunch of meat for her and some apples. But Saphira wasn't hungry. She tried to contact Eragon but she felt a small tickle in her mind then nothing. It was wierd. She was always been able to contact Eragon. What had happened? Then she had the strangest feeling. Like she was cold. Saphira had never ever felt cold in her life. Dragons weren't suppose to feel cold. They were always warm. It was like something was draining her magic away. The girl acted a little distant too. She would start to say something then her eyes would glaze over and she would forget what she was saying. Then her eyes would brighten up and she would talk and talk till the same thing happened again. Saphira could tell something had happened. What had happened? She couldn't guess. But she knew it was something very bad and something very good.

What is happening? Will Eragon find Saphria? Please Review!

Goodybad: Yep. You got it. I'm sorry. The dragonmeat will come in later. Gross!

iLUVbooksANDanime: I got two of your reviews. But I still like them the same. Of course she will meet Eragon.

...: Okay dokey. Love saying that. I dunno why but i do.

Silverwolfess: Yeah but rememeber, this is a six year old. What the heck is Btw anyway? Not a computer person much. She did not get the gedwey ignasia. The symbol on her hand is imporant later on. This is a couple of years after the book Eragon. The dragon, of course, was big, but he was very old as well, so he was bent up, making him look somewhat small. (Remember, she had seen him when he had stopped growing.) Okay, I'll try the screen change thingy. The child will be of importance, yes, but Eragon will come to be you know, the main character. She might seem like an OC but she isn't. (What the heck is an OC?) but yes. She will be of importance. Just a different importance.