That night, Eragon dreamed. After reading into the night, he put away his book and went to bed, his master still at the table. Eragon was sure that's where he would find him the next day. And the day after that. He closed his eyes, and next thing he knew he was high in the sky.
His arms were spread out on either side of him as he absorbed the wind on his face. Below him the world was going by in a blur of color.
When he looked forward there was a great blue head in front of him, a name present on his tongue before he woke.
Sunlight protruded through his window. Eragon got up from bed, put on his clothes, and went through his morning routine to be ready for the day.