A/N: Here is chapter 2 of "The Truth of Inheritance". Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two:
Brom picked up one of the Anne McCaffrey books.
"Dragonflight," he murmured.
"What?"
"Dragonflight!" boomed Brom. "It is a fascinating novel. When I was but 10 years old, my father gave me a copy and told me to read it. It instantly inspired me to become a Dragon Rider." He handed the classic 1968 tale to Eragon.
"Can you tell me about the Dragon Riders?" Asked Eragon.
"Yes," said Brom gruffly, "but not here. Come to my mansion in a week, after you have read Dragonflight. We shall talk over pizza and V.Bs."
"Okay," said Eragon.
But Eragon didn't get a chance to read Dragonflight over the next week. Something very strange happened to him.
It was midnight, and he had just woken up because he had heard a strange cracking noise. He sat bolt upright on his straw mattress and looked at the massive blue stone which he had left on the floor. Eragon was astonished as the stone started to crack open. Soon a small, dragon-like creature was sitting on the floor.
But it wasn't sitting for long. It reared its bluish head up and began to approach him. Eragon began to whimper in fear as he tried to shy away from the animal-thing. Soon it was upon him, so in desperation he picked up Dragonflight from his bedside table and shoved it in front of its face.
It looked curiously at the picture of Ramoth (the golden dragon from Dragonflight), recognising its own kind. It then ripped up the book in its hunger.
Eragon was dumbfounded. He hurriedly fed it some strips of meat which his cousin Roran had got (because he was a better hunter).
While he was feeding it he accidentally touched its scales. A burning pain shot through his hand. It felt like his hand was on fire, and even though it wasn't, Eragon thought it was and blew on it. After a moment the searing pain died down and there was a silvery mark on his palm.
"Hey, that looks exactly like the mark of the Orb of Aldur on Garion's palm from the Belgariad," he mumbled.
He tried to get back to sleep. "The library is going to kill me," he muttered.
The next Saturday he went to Brom's mansion, hiding his now docile dragon-ling under his cloak. He rang the doorbell.
Brom looked in the video monitor from inside his mansion. He saw Eragon standing with almost the entire dragon's body poking out from under his cloak.
"Talk about trying to be inconspicuous," Brom muttered.
He brought Eragon inside and they sat down on a hi-tech, luxurious, fashionable, leather recliner each.
"So," said Brom, popping open a VB and throwing it at Eragon, who just managed to catch it, "what do ya wanna know?"
"Um," began Eragon, "I want to know about dragons and I want to know if Torak – ahem, sorry – Galbatorix is going to chase me now that I have this dragon thing." The dragon growled.
Brom wasn't listening. He finished sculling his VB and hurled it into the next room. He belched loudly and wiped his mouth. "What?"
Eragon repeated himself, getting more scared by the minute.
"Oh," said Brom, "well. The dragons were genetically engineered by the people who colonised this planet. They did it with lizards, pretty remarkable, huh?"
"Uh, ye-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Brom cut him off, "Tora – ahem – Galbatorix will probably track you down. We have to get away from here. We should g-"
"Dragonflight was ripped up," blurted Eragon, "This did it." He pointed at his dragon.
"You need to name it," said Brom. "Here are some names you might want to choose: Smaug, Ancalagon, Glaurung, Mnementh, Ruth, Ramoth, Canth, Jörmungandr, Norbert (the Norwegian Ridgeback) and… Saphira."
A telepathic bond much like the one in Dragonriders of Pern opened up between the dragon and Eragon.
Are you Saphira?
No, how can I be? You haven't even named me yet you stupid boy. Dumbass.
Can I name you Saphira?
Yes.
Okay, you are Saphira.
Thankyou. Came her exasperated thought.
"We need to go to the library in Dras-Leona," said Brom, "it is the only place that has a first edition copy of Dragonflight. It will greatly help you become a Dragon Rider."
"But I can't leave my uncle Garrow and my cousin Roran – ahem Tam al'Thor and Perrin Aybara - … what was that?"
"What?" Asked Brom, who hadn't been listening all that attentively.
"That thing I coughed," replied Eragon.
"Ah, you are beginning to realise the truth," explained Brom.
"The truth of what?"
"The Truth of Inheritance," said Brom mysteriously.
"What does that mean?" Asked Eragon.
"You will find out in the future."
They were silent for a moment, and then there was a horrific scream that sounded all too like Garrow…
A/N: Hope you liked it and are also beginning to learn the Truth with our good friend Eragon. PLEASE review!
