Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon. Same summary as chapter two and one. Sorry it took so long! I had to go to Colorado!
Chapter Three
The slave girl was washing the Master's dishes when she heard someone knock on the door. She wiped off her hands and opened the door. A short, elderly man smiled at her. "Hello. Where is Lamboni?" He asked quietly. The girl raised her eyebrows. "Isn't this the house where the man promised to look after my dragon?" He asked. The girl opened her mouth then shut it.
"Let me go get my master." She said, walking away.
Earlier that day...
A large man walked up to a large golden gate. It opened up easily. He walked up the steps quickly. He had wild black hair and intese blue eyes. Different colored scales were on his body. He wore a silver sash across his bare chest. The sash was attached to his pants by a large golden pin. On the golden pin, a large dragon was engraved. Two large dragon wings came out of his back. He wore no sandals or shoes, for they would be ripped from the long talons on his feet. He was part man and part dragon. The golden gate closed quickly. He opened up a large door. A large silver dragon was sleeping on some purple pillows that was laid on the floor for him.
"Lamboni, you are free to go now. I am done." The man boomed. The dragon jumped up, startled. It nodded. It flew above the golden gates, which wouldn't open for it, and flew down.
A woman walked in. She had a low cut silver dress that sprayed out on the floor. She had blonde hair that was waist length. She had bluish green eyes and fair skin. She was beautiful. A light blue sash was attached the dress by another gold pin. This time, a swirl was engraved in it. "How long has it been?" She asked him, going to him.
"Almost seven years." He whispered, taking her hand and kissing it softly. Suddenly, he was knocked backward. "Your wind still does not like me." He said, getting up and smoothing down his hair. She smiled sympathetically.
"You're back." Another voice boomed. The dragon/man looked up. A tall black man stood near the door way. He had a black sash going across his chest, the gold pin had a moon engraved on it.
"Yes, I am." The dragon/man said.
"Will you ever forgive him?" Another man said softly. The three turned. A tall man with red hair and brown eyes was smiling brightly. He had a bright yellow sash, it's golden pin had a sun engraved on it. The black man snorted. He sighed. "Well, come on then, tell us what is happening?" He said, turning to the dragon/man. (You'll get to know thier names later.)
Back to the present time...
The girl bit her lip. She was standing outside Master Flanders's door. Everyone knew he was not to be disturbed when he went to bed. This would count. Yeah, it has too., She thought. She took a deep breath and walked in. She held a candle in front of her. It was dark. "Master Flanders?" She asked quietly.
The bed groaned. "What are you doing in here?" A voice yelled. Flanders walked into the candle light. His hair was messed up, which was very surprising, for whenever she saw Flanders, his hair was always tidy. He wore nothing but his pants.
"A man! At the door!" She cried. Hopefully he wouldn't hit her.
"You woke me up because some one wants me. Well, it could have waited! Tell him to see me tomorrow!" Flanders spat, turning around.
"He wants Lamboni! He's Lamboni's rider!" She said quickly. Flanders froze. He turned around.
"That is impossible. Lamboni's rider died years ago." Flanders hissed.
"Well, then he must have risen up from the dead because he wants him!" She told him.
Flanders smacked her. "Don't you get smart with me, slave." Flanders stood up. He grabbed a shirt, slipped it on, and walked out towards the door. The girl got up and followed Flanders, rubbing her burning cheek.
"May I help you?" Flanders asked politely.
"Lamboni. Where is he?" The old man asked impatiently.
"I don't know. Ask my slave." Flanders said, turning to her.
"Where is my dragon, slave?" The man asked for the fourth time. She looked from the man to Flanders. Why was he making him ask her? Flanders knew very well he killed the dragon.
"It's dead! It died and Flanders chopped it up!" She cried out. The old man eyes went wide and he grabbed his heart. Flanders had a small smirk on his face. He quickly wiped it off.
"How can I, slave? I do not own an axe. But, you do." Flanders asked her.
"But you took it... and then... I... you did it..." She tried to say.
"How can you blame it on your master when you know you did it! You ungrateful, arrogant slave!" Flanders bellowed. The old man resumed his posture.
"Do you know what the punishment is for killing a dragon?" The old man asked darkly.
The slave shook her head.
"Death." The old man said. Flanders turned to the old man.
"I am terribly sorry for my idiotic slave." He said. The old man nodded. The old man grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her away from Flanders.
He brought her to the barn. He took out his sword. He raised his sword. She closed her eyes. A loud roar filled the air. A tall, sliver dragon towered over them.
"Lamboni!" The old man cried, running to the dragon. The dragon rubbed it's head agaisnt the man's chest. It blinked at her then lowered itself so the old man could climb on. The dragon pushed itself up into the air and flew off. The girl stared up where the dragon had been. How could Lamboni be alive? She had Lamboni's meat in that jar. His scale. His purple stone. His scale dust. She stood there till Flanders came.
"Slave... I don't know what just happened but the dragon we killed... must have not died. Or some one brought it back to life. Come on home, slave." Flanders said. She glanced at him. She wanted to yell, scream, hit him for what he did, but if she did that she would be beaten and wouldn't have a place to live. She sighed and walked back to Flanders's home.
The next day...
The slave woke up and did her chores quickly. Even though she was done for the time being, Flanders told her to be back after lunch time. She nodded and ran off. The sapphire dragon was in the same spot. The wing was healing nicely. She rubbed the milky jelly on the wing after checking that the meat, scale, dust, and stone was where it was suppose to be. The dragon hummed lightly when she put it on. Apparently, it was somewhat soothing the dragon's pain. The dragon seemed too distracted to listen, so the girl walked to the hole in her tree. She dug around and pulled out a doll. It was sewn together. It wore a pink dress with some dirt smudged on it. It's hair was all gone. Two black buttons served as eyes and a small yarn attached to the face served as a smile. She began to play with it quietly.
Meanwhile...
Eragon, Ayra, and Murtagh walked quickly through the jungle. After Eragon had told Murtagh and Ayra about how he could not reach Saphira, but how he felt a little tickle in his mind, Ayra decided for Eragon that they should follow the tickle in Eragon's mind. Which apparently, only worked in a certain direction. Murtagh was all for it, but then he learned that they would go without horses. Then, he wasn't all that happy. The tickle in Eragon's mind was now more powerful. A throbbing pulse in the back of his head. He was getting close.
Back to the Slave...
"Um, dragon?" The girl finally said, after putting up the makeshift doll. The giant sapphire dragon turned it's massive head. "I was wondering... can you... talk?" She asked. The dragon blinked. It lowered it's head and stared at the girl right in the eye.
I can not directly speak out of my mouth. But I can talk to you like this, child. A voice said. The girl jumped. The voice was more feminine than the last time. The last time the voice appeared in her head it was masculine.
"Wow." The girl whispered.
The dragon gave the girl a toothy grin. Well, child. What is your name? All that talking you did yesterday and you didn't get to your name. The dragon said, curling it's tail around the girl. The girl leaned back on the tail. The girl frowned.
"I don't have a name other than 'Slave!', 'Girl!', and 'Child!'." The girl answered, sighing. The dragon frowned.
You are a slave? Why?
My master says my parents didn't want me so they sold me as a slave. The dragon watched the girl with sympathy. No wonder the girl's clothes were torn and dirty. She looked as if she hadn't a had bath in five years. The girl content. She didn't look like she was happy with her lifestyle but she wasn't in pain or horror from her 'Master'. The dragon leaned down it's massive sapphire head. The girl raised her arm slowly, then placed her right palm, the one without the silver tattoo, on the dragon's soft nose.
Suddenly, pain shot up the girl's arm and across the dragon's body. The dragon roared and pulled back. The girl screamed. Pictures flashed through the girl's eyes. She didn't understand them. A large man slowly reaching for her. Now, the large man wasn't that large any more. She kept on seeing pictures of him and other people. An older man. An unconscious girl. A somewhat older man. Two men in orange robes. A large crystal. A strange man. Ugly, smelling monsters. Then her. She saw her. That's when it hit her. She was seeing memories of the dragon's through the dragon's eyes. The word: Saphira appeared in her mind. Then some other names. Eragon. Ayra. Brom. Murtagh. The Twins. It was all strange but she seemed to know each and everyone one of them. Love and affection for Eragon. Same for Brom. Resentment for Ayra because Eragon liked Ayra. The girl shook her head and all stopped. How did she know those things? She raised her gaze to the dragon. It was rubbing it's tender nose. The nose was red from irritation. The girl looked up to the sun. The sun was high in the sky. The girl gasped. She was going to be late for lunch. She turn towards the dragon. "Stay here. I'll explain later, I think. I'm sorry." She muttered, running towards the desert.
The dragon, Saphira, watched her. What had just happened? Not even Saphira knew the answer for that. Her nose burned and she felt empty and dizzy but then it stopped when the girl looked at her. Saphira curled up and closed her eyes, deep in thought.
What is happening? Lamboni didn't die? The girl knows Saphira's memories? What has the world come too? No, nothing is wrong with the world. But, do you want to guess what is happening? Please Review!
For those who Reviewed:
Silver-Wolfess: I don't think there is an England King in the land where Eragon and Saphira lives, do you? Yes, I know. But you weren't being patient my friend. All will explain itself and make sense. Patience is a virtue, by the way.
...: I think you do have another name, but I forgot :( Sorry! But maybe this is a better chapter because it introduces the plot thingy.
iLUVbooksANDanime: Ur welcome. Sorry it took so long! I went to Colorado!
Goodybad: Of course you're lazy! No! I'm lazy too:P But anyway, yes you got it! Can you figure it out in this chapter?
City Pigeon: Okay! Here's another, I hope, interesting chapter!