A/N: hey everybody. Sorry for leaving a cliffy but I figured I wanted you to hold on and finish this story with me. MUAHAHAA! Sorry. Um I would I like to thank all of my reviewers that have, well duh, reviewed awesomely. Thanks again and enjoy the story!

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CHAPTER 3

I gasped in surprise. Could it really be?

"Murtagh?" I asked with a tremor in my voice of surprise. "Is it really you?" He smiled at me that oh so familiar smile and I immediately knew it was him. I ran into his welcoming arms and I hugged him with ferocity of not wanting to ever let go. But I can't exactly hold him forever because a slightly confused voice came from behind us.

"Uh, Murtagh….. Do you know her?" it was that dragon rider, Eragon. I had almost forgotten that he was there.

"Yes I do know her. When I was in service of the king I was supposed to watch her. Danacca, I would like you to meet Eragon," the dragon snorted as if to remind him that it was there, " Oh and meet Saphira, she is Eragon's dragon." I dipped my head politely and she sniffed me. Hello little one. Said a voice in my head. Then I realized that I was Saphira. The only way I knew that it was her was because I used to talk with my father's dragon. Not often though, he sort-of creeped me out. Hello Saphira. It is a pleasure to meet you. I replied back in this silent talk.

"Saphira says that you are ok. She likes you. Would you like to come with us in our quest for the Varden?" said Eragon.

"Yes I would be honored to come with you. For now I am staying in a hotel in the city. My horse and all my supplies are stored there." I replied.

"We will start our journey tomorrow then. Meet us at the gate at dawn."

The next day at dawn we met. On some silent command we all climbed on our horses and rode off. I could tell by the distant look in Eragon's eyes that he was talking to Saphira. He looked confused and we slowed and waited for him to tell us what was going on.

"Saphira is going to land in that grove up there. She says that the egg is hatching." I looked puzzled. How did they get another egg? Why was it hatching now? How come I didn't notice that they had one before? We trotted up to the grove that was hidden from curious eyes, where Saphira was waiting. She was standing in front of a black stone with purple veins running all around it. It wasn't wiggling at the moment and I wondered why.

"To see who this egg is hatching for we will walk up one by one. When it starts to wiggle then that person is a new dragon rider." Eragon said and we started to walk up. Eragon went first since he was sure it wasn't his. It didn't wiggle. Then Murtagh went up and nothing happened. Then I cautiously walked up and when I was 1foot from it, it started to shake violently. I gasped in shock. Surely I couldn't be the next dragon rider. I stared at the egg, my eyes transfixed to this wondrous sight. A crack appeared on it that broke into many cracks around the egg, following the strange veiny pattern on the egg. Finally we saw a snout break out. It was midnight black. Then the whole baby dragon burst out of its egg. It was a beautiful dragon. It was all midnight black. Its eyes were intense red. It stretched its wings out and I noticed that, instead of midnight black, they were a deep purple. I stared at this dragon not knowing what to do.

"You have to touch it, to truly make it yours." Eragon said from behind me. I slowly reached out my hand and the dragon thrust his head into my outstretched palm. I felt a searing cold that went threw my whole body. I fell over and everything went black. The last thing I saw was the little dragon peering at me.

A while later I woke up. I heard the crackling of a fire, Murtagh was fixing some food. It was in the late afternoon I noticed from the positioning of the sun. I felt something shift on top of me. I sat up and saw the little dragon lying cozily in my lap. I remembered last night. I looked at my hand curiously and noticed a simmering purple spiral in my hand. I chuckled with glee. I was actually a dragon rider now! I looked down at the baby dragon, who lifted its head and returned my gaze.

"What shall I call you? Well first I need to know if you are a boy or a girl." I looked over at Saphira who was gazing down at the baby dragon. It's a boy dragon. Said Saphira knowingly. I wondered how she knew. I thought long and hard about some names possible for a boy dragon.

"Jormal?" I asked. He snorted at me with distaste. I figured out that when he snorted it meant no. "Styrack?" –snort-. "Demore?" –snort- "Malach? Aurolal? Jasamanine? Osoro? Taquro? Hasalmon? Siranchi? Midnyesha?" I listed those names. –snort, snort, snort, snort, snort, snort, snort, snort- and then a new sound came to my ears. It was like a short whistle. "Midnyesha?" I asked again. The whistle came again and the little dragon jumped up and down. "Good. Now I have named you." I said sighing with relief. Everything was going great. What we didn't know was that a spy was watching us from the woods. So hidden that neither of the dragons heard, smelled, or saw him. He would be the start of our troubles.

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