Because I don't want to that creepy disclaimer guy to come again, I don't own anything from the book Eragon. But, I do own my creations. Answers to reviewers in Ch. 8: No the egg didn't hatch Ar1502599. Yea, I know that Elves do not eat meat. Eldest is so awesome! I hope that Eragon doesn't know that Elita lied to him. But then again...

Chapter Nine

Elita began turning in her sleep. She was having a bad dream. Someone was holding the egg. The egg already had a large crack in it, but the person was ripping the egg open. Something was moving in the egg wildly. She felt scared and angry. Hurt and happy. Suddenly, Elita sprang up, sweaty and gasping for breath. She looked around. Everyone was asleep, moonlight shining on them. She got up slowly and walked over to her pack. She opened it quietly and grabbed the egg out. There was no large crack on the purple egg. She hugged the large purple egg before setting it back into the pack. The egg gave her a pleasant calm feeling. Her eyes fell on the prized possession of Master Flanders. Her eyes fell back on to the egg. She put her stuff on top of the egg, just to make sure no one could see the egg just by opening the pack, before Elita went to her bed and fell asleep.

Thump, thump. Elita turned her head a bit at the sudden noise. Thump, thump, thump. The nose was really loud. Also her face and legs were cold but her arms and torso were warm. She opened her eyes as the thumping went on. Eragon was looking forward, but at the sudden movement of Elita, he glanced down at her. "Morning sleepyhead." Eragon said brightly, smiling and letting Elita sit up in his lap. A blanket was covering her, but she bunched it all on her chest. She rubbed her eyes wearily. She blinked a few times before straightening.

"Why didn't you wake me, Master? I should be severely punished of sleeping in. Did you have your breakfast?" She said all very quickly, looking horrified.

She's like a mother you never had. Saphira joked, turning her head to the troubled six year old. Eragon held back a laugh.

"I didn't want to wake you. No, you don't need to be punished. You're allowed to sleep in late. Yes, I had breakfast. Here's yours." Eragon answered, handing Elita three pieces of meat rolled up in bread. Elita glanced up at him before taking the food. Eragon carefully stuffed the blanket into one of Saphira's saddlebags.

The day lasted very long, only stopping for drinks and relieving themselves. The sun sinking in the horizon when Saphira finally landed on solid ground. Eragon and Elita slipped off of her and she slumped to the ground, clearly exhausted. Eragon watched her worriedly. Elita went to her and petted her side. I wonder what's wrong with her. She asked herself, watching Saphira sleep.

She cannot go on for longer like this. She needs energy. She will die if she keeps on going on like this. Something spoke. Elita looked around quickly. Eragon was absentmindingly poking the fire, Murtagh was sleeping, and Ayra was collecting wood.

Who are you? How do you know this? Elita asked in her mind.

I am who I am. I know this because I know about dragons. Do you want to help Saphira or let her die? The voice said smartly.

Yes I want to help Saphira. But really, who are you.

The voice sighed. My name is Drake. That is all I can tell you. You just have to trust me.

Elita scrunched up her nose. Something in his voice, assuming it was a man because of the masculine tone in his voice, said he was trustworthy and honorable. That he would not lie to her. She nodded. No the Then, realizing that he couldn't tell she told him yes, she trusted him.

Good. Get Lamboni's meat and give one small strip of meat to Saphira. He said. Elita almost gagged. She could not feed Lamboni to Saphira. Well, what she thought was Lamboni. (a/n Look in Chapter 3 if you are confused!)

Are you nuts? That meat is...is poisonous. It'll kill her! Plus she wont eat it! It stinks so bad. It's just not edible. Elita cried out, gazing at her pack.

Trust me, Elita. The meat isn't poisonous, it is to keep people from eating it. The jar stinks. Not the meat. And it is edible, it just looks like it's not. The voice told her. She sighed.

Fine. But if she dies, I'm blaming you. Elita snapped, jumping up and going to her pack.

Drake laughed as he pulled out of Elita's mind. Nox was busy making sure night was peaceful and the moon knew where to go. He knew of Nox's help. He bugged Nox with it. 'You helped a mortal.' He sang around Nox. Nox had gotten so angry he stormed out of the heavens, cursing loudly and rapidly. Ziarre had spoken with him, telling him something but Drake had blocked it out. Shoney suddenly pulled up a chair.

"So, how is she?" Shoney asked, peering into the crystal ball that let the Gods poke around in mortals' minds. Drake leaned back, surveying the crystal ball.

"Stubborn mostly. She has little quirks here and there. Sometimes different things but mostly stubborn." Drake sighed.

"Sounds like someone I know." Shoney said. Drake laughed. Shoney laughed too. Drake stood up and pushed Shoney out of his chair.

"Shut up." Drake said, pursing his lips and turning back to Elita's mind. Shoney shook his head and muttered something. Drake smiled.

Elita grabbed the meat jar in her pack and took out a small strip of green, yellow meat. She put the top back on and looked at the meat. The meat looked like regular meat. She sniffed it. No smell. She smiled and headed to Saphira. "Saphira, here." Elita whispered, tapping Saphira's nose. Saphira opened one large sapphire eye and took the meat from Elita's hand.

She ate it quickly and licked her lips. That was good. Go get me some more, child. Please. Saphira said. Elita nodded and headed towards the fire.

"Saphira wants meat, Master." Elita announced. Eragon nodded and gave Elita some warm meat. Elita gave it to Saphira before joining Eragon and Ayra. They were talking about something but when Elita came into earshot they stopped. Ayra's almond eyes soften when she saw Elita.

"Having fun?" Ayra asked her, patting the ground that was separating Eragon and her. Elita sat in the middle of them. Ayra put a stray strand of hair behind Elita's ear. Elita nodded. "Well, you will have a lot more fun when we get to Farthen Dur. You will get to play with all the other children." Ayra said, smiling.

Elita smiled. "But Master Eragon comes first." Elita said. Ayra looked up at Eragon, who caught her gaze. Ayra frowned.

"Elita, you play with those kids, not caring about me, till you fall over with exhaustion." Eragon told her, tickling her. Elita giggled and tried to escape from her Master's reach.

Murtagh propped himself up on one elbow. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was family time." He joked, winking at Eragon. Eragon blushed, thankful it was dark. Murtagh knew that Eragon had a huge crush on Ayra. "Come on Elita. Time to go to bed now." Eragon said, picking up Elita. Elita yawned, as if in agreement. By the time Eragon had her roll out, Elita was already fast asleep. He set her down and stroked her cheek. "Goodnight." He whispered and without hesitation, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Awww! Tender moment! I left a clue! Maybe some one will guess it?

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