The Third Rider

Chapter 2

Matt dropped the stone as a huge crack had appeared down the centre. He gazed in shock at the now fragmented stone. "Please Mr. Galbatorix, I didn't mean to break it, it just crumbled!" Matt shouted desperately. But Galbatorix just smiled. "No my dear boy, on the contrary. Look." Matt looked down at the pieces. Standing in the pile of shards, was a baby dragon. The bird-like creature had ruby red scales with a purple tint, giving it a deadly look. It also had wings that were twice the size of it's body, the membrane the same shade of night as the room around it. It had a long tail that sweeped to and fro with it's movements. Teeth, claws and back spikes a snow white, and green eyes with black slits for pupals.

Matt went to touch it, but when he made contact, an ice cold numbing feeling went straight up his arm. He gasped, as he fell over unconcious.

He awoke several minutes later, his palm tingling like mad. When he reached his hand up to rub his head, he stopped. On his right palm was a shimmering, crimson oval!

All of a sudden, he felt a brush on his consiousness like a tap on his mind. The entity brushing against his consiousness felt lost, like a stray dog, scared of all things around it, not knowing where it is. Matt was about to reach out to this alien feeling, when he heard Galbatorix say,"Well, well, well... it looks as though they have just begun to connect. Murtagh, leave us." Murtagh glared at Galbatorix with so much hatred, he seemed to tremble, then stalked out.

The tiny dragon climbed up the throne, and once at the top it glided off onto Matt's shoulder. But as it got closer, the brushing on Matts consiousness got stronger until, it broke into his mind. At first Matt struggled against it, but then he heard a name in a voice that was not his. Matt the voice whispered. He reached out with his mind and broadcasted his thoughts to wherever the voice came from, and he figured out that it was the dragon that contacted him.

Is that all you can say? He asked.

No, Matt. The dragon answered, while nibbling his jacket with long white fangs that curled down it's chin.

"This is wierd...I must be going mad! A talking dragon, a dragon in the first place! A guy named Glabmatorix, sorry Galbatorix, and a guy with a red sword...Yup, that about adds up!"

"Fear not, Matt. this is perfectly normal in Alagaesia." Galbatorix stated.

"Well that proves that I'm not in Kanses anymore, do you know where I can get a strait-jacket cheap? I'm gunna be in one anyway...Hehe, this is a dream right?"

Author's note:

Well, there ya go. chapter two now up! a bit short but it does this writer good. sorry bout the long, long, LOOOOnnnggggg, update time, im starting highschool and im really busy, so……….

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