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Warnings:

Graphic violence in later chapters.

Some language.

Pairings: Zutara, Ty Lokka, Kataang and Taang fluff, Arygon, and Mursuada. (See my profile for those definition.)

"Eragon" character death

Chapter 2

Blade

The dragon was about the size of a large bearded cat. It had emerald green eyes and large wings as large as Sokka's forearm. Two fangs jutted from its snout. A line of spikes ran down its back, with the exception of a large gap at the base of its neck. It didn't look like any dragon Sokka had ever heard about. He thought that they had whiskers and a very long body.

Sokka raised his machete, ready to hack it into a hundred pieces. Aang scooped up the dragon in his arms. It squirmed in displeasure.

"Aang, what are you doing?" Sokka demanded.

The Airbender held the dragon tighter. "Don't kill it, Sokka!"

"Aang, that's a dragon! It's from the Fire Nation!" Katara gave him a "Sokka, don't!" look, but he glared back at her.

"Fire Nation or not, it's a living creature!" Aang yelled back at him. "Besides, I don't think Avatar Roku would be very happy if you killed one."

"Fine," said Sokka grudgingly. "I'll just throw it in the forest so that we'll never see it again. That way it won't die!"

"Sokka, it's just a--" Katara started to say something, but Sokka glared back at her again.

"Sokka, no!" Iroh protested. "Dragons are reincarnations of Agni, and, unless you want us to have bad luck for the rest of your life, we should keep it. Besides, it could give us good luck. Maybe it's the Jasmine Dragon!"

"That's your tea shop, Uncle!" Zuko exclaimed.

"I wonder if it came to help us."

Sokka grabbed the dragon's head with his right hand. A shock of icy fire ran up through his arm, immobilizing him. He screamed, stumbled backwards, and fell back, clutching his pained hand. Aang dropped the dragon. Zuko glared at it suspisiously.

Katara crouched by her brother. "Sokka, are you okay?"

The pain had started to numb and a weird tingling went into his palm. He began to take steady breaths.

"I'm okay," he breathed and looked back at the dragon. "I'm gonna kill that thing!"

"Later." Katara didn't seem to care about that remark. Instead, she opened up his palm and gasped. "Sokka, your hand. It's--"

"What the--?"

"I've never..."

"That's weird!"

There, on Sokka's palm, was a silvery oval.

The gedwey ignasia.

Eragon jerked up in his bed. His body ached as though he had been using magic all day and his gedwey ignasia was white-hot.

Saphira!! he called. She bellowed from her blue cushions in the corner of the room, eyes wide with shock.

Eragon! she shrieked, running over to him and resting her head in his lap.

Saphira! Something's wrong! I feel horrible, and my gedwey ignasia's burning! he explained. What's going on?

I felt it, too, she said. Eragon...the green egg has hatched.

Sokka raised his machete quicker to get over killing the dragon. Surprisingly, a feeling of sadness came down on his mind. He sheathed his blade and stared suspisiously at the hatchling. It looked back at him with sad looking eyes and rubbed against his legs sympathetically. Instead of the sorrow, the feeling was hunger.

"You're hungry?" Sokka asked it.

It glared back at him, and the feeling plainly was: "Yeah, I'm hungry. So feed me!"

"Let's feed it some tea!" said Iroh. "I have some left over."

"Dragons don't drink tea, Uncle!" Zuko snapped.

"And besides how do you know that it's hungry?" Katara added.

"I can feel its stomach," said Toph. "How long did the thing stay in there?"

"You can, but Sokka can't!"

"I don't know!" Sokka exclaimed indignantly. "I just do!"

The dragon jerked its head towards Aang's bags. Its ears twitched and it settled in a crouch. Without warning, it sprang into the bag and dragged out a squirming elephant rat by the neck. It sank its fangs, and it was over. The dragon gulped down the rat.

"Eww!" yelled Aang and Zuko in unison and looked away.

The dragon was satisfied; it went over to Sokka and curled up in his lap.

"You're still not thinking of killing it, are you?" asked Katara.

"Is it over?" asked Aang, who, with Zuko, was still looking away.

"It's okay, guys."

They turned towards the others with a look of pure horror on their faces.

"That's disgusting," Zuko simply stated.

"Let's just deal with this tomorrow," said Katara. "Azula's already tried to kill us before, and we need our rest."

"I'll call him Greeni," said Aang. "Hi, Greeni!"

Sokka hated that name. The dragon hissed at Aang. He felt that it hated the name as much as he did.

000

Sokka woke up with to a bright morning. He still hadn't thought about if he kept the thing or not. It would be a problem, one more mouth to feed. So he just decided to leave it there. If it could kill an elephant rat, it could survive in the wild.

Just as he was packing his bags, the dragon nuzzled his cheek.

"We're keeping the dragon, right?" asked Aang.

Sokka scowled at him. "Of course not! We're already having enough trouble with Azula and the Fire Nation. The last thing we need is a little fire-breathing dragon that killed a elephant rat in your bag." The dragon rubbed against his arm; Sokka stroked it.

Aang peered into his bag running over to Katara. "Uhhh...Katara, can you wash this?"

The dragon took a few steps back and crooned softly. Sokka felt like he was leaving a baby in the forest to die, or was the dragon tampering with his thoughts again? Then again, he didn't have time to care for a little dragon, and in a few weeks it probably wouldn't even be little anymore.

"Sokka, we're leaving!" called Katara.

"Yeah, so get over here!" shouted Toph from Appa.

He carried his bags to Appa, his food bag feeling heavier than before.

Within a few minutes of Appa flying, Sokka's stomach growled. His took out his food bag, searching for some jerky. Instead, he scraped something scaly and pulled out the dragon gnawing on a piece of beef.

"Sokka, you kept the dragon?" asked Aang.

"I knew you'd come to your senses," said Katara.

"We'll have good luck wherever we go!" exclaimed Iroh.

"Uncle, lay off the 'lucky dragon' thing for a while!" flared the Angry Jerk.

"How'd you sneak--? That's my last piece of beef jerky! NO!!" yelled Sokka.

You're such a baby, felt the dragon.

"It must've went into your bag," said Aang. "It's so cute!"

"When you turn around, it'll probably bite you're head off," remarked Toph smartly.

"But it's so adorable!" Iroh held the dragon in his arms. Sokka felt the dragon's discomfort. With a snarl, it jumped out off of Iroh and fluttered over to Sokka's shoulder, giving him dirty looks.

"So are we keeping the soon-to-be murderer, or no?" asked Toph.

"I can't keep this thing away from me!" Sokka replied.

"You can't keep it away from Momo either," said Katara, holding Momo protectively while the dragon stared at him hungrily.

"It stays!" hollered Aang. "Welcome to our big family, Greeni!"

000

The dragon's growth was like dynamite. In just a couple of days, it was already kneehigh and had to stay with Appa to avoid attention whenever they went into a village. A week after that, it was already as tall as Sokka's hip. He could now pet it without bending down. And it was only through his will that kept the dragon from eating Momo. The contact between the two expanded; Sokka could communicate with it kilometers away although he didn't want the dragon around him. It wanted to be around him. By the end of the month, it was just a little higher than his elbow.

When the group had camped out on a beach, the dragon had rubbed against Sokka, which had grown exceedingly painful since its scales were hardened.

Sokka.

He looked around camp, but no one had seemed to notice the noise. Shrugging, he went back to unpacking his things.

Sokka.

He heard the sound again, this time more clearer. He looked at the dragon, who was licking a claw.

Sokka.

The silver scar on his palm tingled.

Sokka.

The dragon lowered its claw and stared back at him.

Was that from you? he asked, barely believing that an animal could talk.

Yeah, it replied slowly. Why?

Animals don't talk!

Yeah, so?

What d'you want?

I'm nameless. I hate you calling me 'the dragon'.

What? Aang named you Greeni, Greeni.

That's a retarded name.

"What are you doing, Sokka?" asked Katara.

"Talking to the dragon," he replied.

"You're creeping me out," said Zuko.

"What are--?" said Aang.

I can talk, the dragon interrupted, projecting its thoughts so that everyone can hear it. What kind of idiot do you think I am?

Zuko and Katara gaped; Aang and Iroh stared at it with a fascinated look on their faces; Toph looked from where she was lying down.

I need a name! The dragon sounded like a whiny five-year-old.

"Okay, okay, okay! How about Emeraldia?" suggested Katara.

That's a girly name! I want something manly! it--he--yelled.

"You're just like Sokka!" she exclaimed.

"Jasmine!" yelled Iroh. Zuko hit himself on the forehead.

You're weird! I HATE tea!

Iroh gasped. "Well!"

"Why don't you stick with Greeni?" asked Aang. "I like it."

That name's stupid!

"You hate me! Zuko, can you think of any 'manly' names?"

"If I were Azula, I'd be saying 'Ozai', but I'm not."

"Toph?"

"I'm horrible at names! I'll stick with Greeni!" she yelled.

"I'll think of this later," decided Sokka. "My boomerang blades need sharpening."

Blades? Blade. The dragon rolled the word around in his head.

"Is your name 'Blade' or something? You're annoying me!" Sokka snapped.

Click.

Yes.

Sokka blinked. He had a boy dragon and his name was Blade.

'Blade' is in reference to a blade of grass.

Long chapter, eh?