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He woke up screaming again, the horror of his mother's death fresh in his mind. Though Eragon knew that it had been four years since that dreaded event, the memories never faded.
It was times like this when he wished that Arya was still here with him. But she's in Ellesméra, and he, in Carvahall, staying with his uncle's family. At times, he couldn't even remember how was it to spend his life in peace. Empire troops often ran through Carvahall, stealing food from the people, forcing them to live a life of darkness and fear.
Sighing, he tried to go back to sleep, to a place of bliss and ignorance. An hour later, he was screaming again, this time from a horrible nightmare that he couldn't seem to get out off.
Arya was tied down, spread eagled, to a hard slab of stone, screaming, as a whip came down mercilessly on her. There were welts all over her body, and on some parts, she could see the angry red where something burnt her.
He felt insurmountable anger at that sight. No one hits Arya, no one ever dared to. And whoever was doing it was going to pay, he vowed.
He woke up from his nightmare just then, wondering if it was real, if the events did happen. Eragon looked out of his window, sighing as he noticed that the dawn was approaching. The sky was still dark, though not without a tinge of orange in the horizon.
He smiled slightly at that sight, though his heart was still pounding vigorously, his mind still not able to erase the terrifying images of his dream. He moaned, burying his head in his hands. What was happening to him?
Sighing, he got out of bed, reaching for his tunic in the process. It was yet another day, and it was time for him to help gather the meat for the week. Taking his bow, he left the small house he shared with his cousin and his uncle, and made his way to the forest. IT was still dark, but that was the best time to hunt, especially with all the animals just starting to graze and what not.
Smirking at that thought, he started walking down the path, an arrow strung in his bow, waiting for anything, for just a sign.
Just as he spotted a deer, a bright flash of blue light erupted in the clearing; and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the deer running away, and a cool, blue egg lying in its place.