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Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the Eragon books or Movie, at all!!! I only wish I did. There are a few characters in this story that are fictional.
A/N: So here's the next chapter, I'm pretty sure where I'm going with it now, but any feedback would be good. Enjoy. R&R!
Chapter2
From early dawn, until nightfall they rode through dense fog, stopping only to eat and water their horses. Now, on the slope of a mountain, they prepared to make camp as exhaustion set in. Saphira had been circling above them for most of the day, keeping a lookout for danger, and occasionally allowing herself the luxury of twirling through a cloud, or basking in the sunlight that radiated down from above.
Most of the day had been spent in quiet reflection, both Brom and Saphira allowing young Eragon to work out his troubles alone and in solitude. It was the best way they believed mutually, for the boy to come to terms with the responsibilities that had been bestowed upon him, without needing to say a word. So as they wandered ever closer to Ellesmera, with Saphira scouting above for a secluded area for the night, Eragon reflected on the thoughts that had kept him so quiet and aloof throughout the day.
"You know," said Brom, cautiously, "Every rider goes though many of the same emotions that you are experiencing." He continued, waiting for the backlash, but instead of an angry tirade, he received only a confused and complacent stare from Eragon.
"You know it's not the same for me as it was for you," the boy stated bluntly, as if no other explanation were due.
"Is that correct, Eragon? I won't begin to assume you wish to elaborate." Brom glanced sadly at the young rider, truly knowing all too well what he was feeling. Eragon allowed himself a moment to collect his wandering thoughts.
"It's just that when you were a rider," he hesitated, "well I guess you are still a rider," again he hesitated, treading lightly on his words, "If you made the wrong choice, or if your decisions were poor, you had others to fall back on. If I mess up, it's me. Only me!" Eragon caught himself before his voice got any louder. He was letting fear and frustration get the better of him and he knew it needed to stop.
"If that is the way you see it, then I must have been a fool to go around carrying this guilt with me for so many years. There would have been much better uses for my time. However, since you see it that way I suppose I must have been a fool and perhaps it should be you teaching me the ways of the dragon rider and not the other way around," he looked to his companion thoughtfully, choosing not to notice the angry tears that were forming in the young man's troubled blue eyes. "It looks like Saphira has found us a place to camp. Let's join her quickly. I will need my rest if I am to begin learning lessons from you tomorrow," he said with a smirk, and galloped off to meet up with Saphira, leaving Eragon on his own to sulk.
Eragon silently fumed. How dare he belittle me like that? How dare he sit there and mock my feelings, pretend to understand the unfairness of the responsibilities put only on me, compare his experiences with my own?
"He is a selfish, arrogant, coward!" Eragon screamed to Saphira. "He has no right and no knowledge of what it's like to be me. None at all. And to make it worse he mocks me, as though I haven't stood by him through everything, with blind trust Saphira. Complete and total, blind trust!" he seethed.
"And he has trusted you, not only with his life, but with the lives of so many people, including my own. He is only trying to make you understand how difficult this life can be, and prepare you for it. He will not be with you forever, and he doesn't want to see you make the same mistakes he has made. He cares a great deal for you and only want to see you succeed," Saphira hovered above the trees. "He can be coarse at times, but sometimes that is how we learn best. Now get some sleep, and don't let you conflicting feelings get in the way. You will feel better with some rest and a clear head. Besides, we will be arriving in Ellesmera in the next few days, and I know there's someone there you wish very much to see," Saphira giggled softly, and with that flew up over the trees and landed near the camp, allowing Eragon to silently anticipate seeing Arya once more.