Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon characters. Sorry it took so long! Band camp and a trip to Colorado. and more things. So, this will have to keep you satisfied.

Teenchic2004: Well, my parents are usually gone, so I don't get to see them much, unless they punish me. So, I mostly spend my days with my friends. And sometimes, my friends have ideas, that they ask me to put up. The reason that they are not on fan fiction, is because they hate reading, and last time they went on the computer, it didn't go so well. The computer had a mental breakdown. You'll see, I introduced the plot a little in the chapters, but not much.

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Lisa Fox: Of course, all will be explain... later.

Chapter Four

The girl worked extra hard after leaving Saphira. She, too, was in deep thought. The question was, what did Lamboni do to her when he gave her the tattoo. She did everything she was told, saying 'Yes, sir.' and being polite as she could. She swore she gave Flanders a heart attack when she offered to clean the barn. The barn was really messy. She had been working on it for five years, but of course, she could never get it done, with the dragon and all. Flanders let her go and clean the barn, where she could work in peace and think. At the end, where the barn actually looked pretty good, she had absolutely nothing. She quickly made Flanders dinner, wash the dishes, then fell asleep.

Flanders was in a good mood that day so he decided to give his slave the day off, but it would have to be home for dinner, so she could fix it for him. The girl ran to the clearing as soon as she could. Saphira was curled up in the sun, bathing in the warm sunlight. Her wing had fully heal, only leaving a nasty scar. The girl headed for her tree hole, searching through. Suddenly, a twig crack brought her senses back into focus. All the sudden, in her mind's eye, trees past her quickly and stopped in front of three dirty people. Two men and a woman. She suddenly recognized them from Saphira's a memories. Eragon, Murtagh, and Ayra. Then she returned back to her normal state.

She could hear them from afar. She glanced at Saphira. She was asleep and couldn't hear a thing. Eragon and the others would take Saphira away. Her friend away. Why did everyone go away? The only person who ever has stayed was Master Flanders. And she didn't care if he stayed or went away. She sat in front of the slumbering dragon and stared at it for awhile. It's eye flickered open. Why are you staring at me, child? Saphira asked, stretching.

"Someone's coming." She said quickly. Saphira shot up. She moved slowly away from the clearing, her joints stiff from not moving for days. She watched the dragon walk away. As soon as Saphira disappeared, three people walked into the clearing. The tall one, she remembered that was Eragon, looked around. Saphira suddenly walked out of the shade, coming up to the man.

Saphira! I've been looking all over for you. Are you okay? He asked, hugging the dragon. He rubbed her nose.

I am fine, little one. Thanks to this girl over here. Saphira told him, turning her gaze on the girl. The girl shifted uncomfortably. No one had ever thanked her for anything. Or even praised her.

The man turned and smiled. "Thank you." He said, going to her. The girl didn't meet his eyes but nodded. Master Flanders said if she ever met someone more important than her, never speak or met thier eyes. Unless they are at the door, asking for him. "What was wrong with her?" He asked her. The girl kept her mouth shut and kept her eyes fixed on a strand of grass.

My wing was torn up. She healed it with something cool. Saphira answered for her. Saphira had never seen the girl that quiet before. The girl had never showed her what she healed Saphira's wing with but it was nice and cool. Eragon watched the girl then turned to his dragon.

"Well, we should get going now." The man said, striding over to his dragon.

The girl jerked her head up. I don't think you should go so soon. Too much strain for your wing. You need to stay a bit. Maybe a day. Or two. She told Saphira.

The dragon nodded then froze. She had just spoken into the dragon's mind. Eragon had also frozen.

"I hate when they talk with their minds. I feel so left out." Murtagh murmured to Ayra. She nodded.

How did the girl do that? She had just thought of some words and it happened. Eragon and Saphira were talking with each other now, and the girl was doing her best not to overhear but it was hard. She kept on hearing tidbits but then she forced herself not to hear any more. "Okay, we will stay. But, you have to start talking to me one on one." Eragon said, turning back to the girl. She nodded glumly. "What?" He asked.

"Okay." She told him, looking up. He was pretty handsome. Better than Master Flanders any day. He had brown hair and tan skin. And was big in muscles, which Master Flanders was big in fat but he had some muscles.

"So, I'm Eragon. That is Murtagh and Ayra. Who are you?" Eragon asked, bending down on his knee.

"I don't know. I'm a slave." She told him, stepping back. Did he like to get close with people. She was suppose to keep distance from people. Eragon looked shocked to hear that she was a slave.

"I got to go to my Master's house now." She said then turned and walked off. Eragon watched her go. Then he turn to Saphira, who was going to tell him everything.

When the girl returned, a fire was blazing and everyone, expect for Saphira, was asleep. She checked her things, were untouched, and walked to Saphira. The dragon was watching her lazily, humming slightly. Eragon wanted me to thank you, child. For healing me. And feeding me. Saphira told her. The girl blushed a bit. Some one was actually thankful for what she had done. But, she didn't do it for Saphira, a bit for her, but it was for Lamboni. His dead body was still fresh in her mind. She shivered slightly.

You're welcome. It would have been wrong just to leave you there, helpless. The girl said, once again in the dragon's mind. The dragon chatted with the girl for a bit, asking about the girl's history, then fell asleep. The girl made her way to her belongings. She grabbed the pack and scooted it close to her. She dumped the stuff out. The jar of dragon meat, dust, and the stone. The girl went to pick up the purple egg. Her fingers brushed against the stone's cool surface and suddenly a stab of pain shot through her. A tall man was in her mind's eye. He was tall and had dark brown eyes with wild black hair. He was tan and his ears were pointed. He was an elf. A name appeared in the back of her head, James. Then the name, Krizan, appeared in her head. The image disappeared as quickly as it came. Then, everything was clear.

The elf's name was James. And apparently, she wasn't holding a stone. She was holding a dragon egg! And it was going to be named Krizan. She yelped and the egg dropped. But, because of it's hard covering, it didn't break. The girl glanced around. Murtagh twitched slightly in his sleep, then turned over. The others slept. She shakily put the dragon egg in her pack. Lamboni had given the egg to her. But she wasn't important enough to be a dragon rider. She was a slave and nothing more. And if that dragon hatched for her, she would give it to Eragon, for she had no use for it. The only thing that didn't come clear, was why she was getting these visions? She pushed all those thoughts in the back of her head and placed the dust back in the pack. The dragon meat was giving off a horrible smell, which went through the glass jar. It was more yellow and green than before. She quickly shoved it back into the pack and stuff it in her tree hole. She had to return to Master Flanders. He needed her.

Why is the girl having all these visions? Review! Look for the next chapter. It will explain much more!