"With all the wounds he has, I'm surprised he's not dead."
Eragon slowly stirred at hearing the voice. He opened his eyes, and was surprised to find he was in a bed, in someone's house. He tried to move, and had to bite back a cry of pain as a white hot pain rushed all over his abused body. As the pain subsided, he sat up slowly, finally taking in him and his surroundings.
He had bandages around his left arm, and one around his head. When he took the blanket off, his chest was wrapped in a bandage as well, but there were small blood stains scattered about. Looking away from himself, he started glancing around the room.
Hand drawn pictures of a dragon's tail were pinned to the wall, along with designs for, what looked like to Eragon, a part of the tail. The desk was also littered with drawings, but these were of different types of dragons. A bed of rock was in front of the bed he was lying on, along with a black dragon, staring at him with wide, yellow green eyes.
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"Saphira!" All the memories of the battle came rushing back. Eragon shouted for his dragon, yelping as pain jumped from his back, to his neck, to his arms. Footsteps thudded up the stairs, and a teen, who looked to be 17 or 18, flung open the door.
"Toothless, what did you-" He stopped, a dead pan look coming across his face as he saw the dragon wagging its tail merrily, a happy grin on his face. "Never mind then." The dragon let out a happy growl.
Eragon watched them with mild curiosity, before remembering his own dilemma.
"Where's Saphira?" He asked, trying to get out of the bed, ignoring the sharp stab's of pain. Panic was rising in his chest when he tried to reach out to her and couldn't. The boy held him back, and Eragon couldn't help but falter under his gaze.
"She's fine." He replied. "Gobber patched her up and has her sleeping out back." He then stepped back, and Eragon could take him in fully.
He was tall and thin, with scruffy brown hair. You could see he had some muscle, and his skin was tanned. What shocked Eragon the most was that he had a fake foot. It was simple, made out of wood and iron.
"I'm Hiccup." He said, dragging Eragon out of his thoughts. He took the stool from the desk and dragged it to the bed. "And that's Toothless." He pointed to the dragon.
"You two looked like you've been through hell and back." Hiccup smiled faintly at Eragon. At his words, more thoughts came crashing down on him.
What about the other riders? What will happen to them? Will the creatures attack again? And what will Arya do?
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Eragon finally replied after a few moments of silence. He returned his smile, finding it hard not to. "I'm Eragon by the way."
Toothless waltzed over and sniffed Eragon. He then nudged his arm, his tail wagging behind him. That's when Eragon noticed the red tail wing.
"W-what happened to his tail?" Eragon asked, giving in to Toothless and petting the black dragon. He found that hard to not to do to.
Hiccup went a faint shade of pink. He nervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt, and then looked up to the ceiling.
"Well, that's uh-" He took a deep breath. "For the past 300 years, Berk has been fighting dragons. When I came along, I wanted to fight dragons too, but only because I would fit in." He added quickly. "Toothless is a Night Fury, and nobody has seen them, let alone kill one. So-So I-I managed to shoot him down…and when I found him in the woods, I couldn't bring myself to do the finishing blow, so I let him go. I-I was the reason he lost part of his tail and that he couldn't fly, so I kept coming back to him, and managed to train him." He smiled sheepishly. "And, here we are now."
"You train dragons?" Eragon asked. He was a little upset at learning Berk's history, but Hiccup had made things right, and he didn't think he could see a stronger bond between Rider and Dragon anywhere.
"Yeah?" Hiccup made it sound like a question. "Why, is that weird?"
"Well, where I come from-" He was cut off when a roar filled the air. Toothless went ridged, and Hiccup whirled around. Eragon tried to get out of bed, recognizing the roar as Saphira's, but the pain and his wounds held him back. The room shook from the footsteps outside, and an agonizingly long 5 minutes later, a giant sapphire head pushed its way into the window.
Eragon! Saphira's lip curled up, exposing her white teeth when she saw Eragon. You're hurt!
I'm hurt! Look at you! Eragon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He could hear shocked screams coming from outside, guessing that Saphira had torn apart half of the village looking for him, but he paid them no mind. Saphira was OK, end of story.
I'll live. Saphira huffed. She then noticed Hiccup and Toothless. Who are these hatchlings?
That's Hiccup and Toothless. Eragon replied. They're the ones who took us in. Saphira's eyes softened as Toothless ventured over, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he sniffed her. After a few moments, his eyes lit up and he sat back on his haunches, confirming that she was no threat to him or Hiccup.
"Wow," Hiccup started as Saphira, who was watching Toothless. "She's beautiful." He slowly approached Saphira, and then held out his hand. She sniffed it, and then let Hiccup scratch her, letting out a happy hum.
I like him. Saphira said, turning her head so Hiccup could move to her neck.
Of course you do. Eragon chuckled, and then told Hiccup what Saphira had told him.
"That's good." Hiccup did as Saphira asked, moving his free hand onto Toothless's head as the dragon nudged him, demanding attention. "I don't think I would want her as an enemy."
He's smart too. Saphira then blinked as more footsteps sounded on the stairs. Two more people entered the cramped room, one with a bushy red beard, the other with a long and straight blond mustache, and missing a few limbs.
"That dragon o' yours can sure do some damage." The one with a blond mustache had a thick Scottish accent when he spoke. He then shook his head. "She tore apart half o' the village looking for ya."
"Yeah," Eragon glanced at Saphira. Hiccup had stopped scratching her when the two men walked in, and was now leaning against the wall with Toothless. "Saphira can be a little overprotective."
I am not. Saphira scoffed. Eragon smiled at her. OK, maybe a little, but that's because you're so reckless! Saphira added. It was Eragon's turn to shake his head.
"I am Stoick, chief of Berk." The man with the bushy red beard spoke, drawing Eragon's attention back to them. "That's Gobber, and I'm sure you already know my son, Hiccup." Eragon glanced at the three of them in turn, before focusing on Gobber.
"Hiccup told me that you took care of Saphira." He said.
"Aye' I did."
Tell him, that I thank him for that. Saphira said.
"Thank you." Eragon spoke for the both of them.
"Don't mention it." Gobber replied. Eragon smiled at him.
"So, what are you doing washed up on the shores of Berk?" Stoick asked. At this question Hiccup perked up.
"To tell you that, I'd have to tell you my story." Eragon replied. The three of them nodded.
So, Eragon began at the beginning, in the small town of Carvahll, on the edge of a country known as Alagaesia. He told them of finding Saphira's egg, the joys he felt when it hatched. How he was the first Dragon Rider out of the king's control. The Ra'zac, Roan and Brom, and how he died. He told them of rescuing the elf, Arya and journeying to the Varden with his half brother, Murtagh. He told them of the epic battles he fought; of taking back Alagaesia from Galbatorix, the only Dragon Rider to survive the downfall of the riders…the one who caused the downfall. He told them of Vroengard, the place he now called home, where he trained other riders…alone. Finally he ended his tale with the battle of the faceless creatures, and how they ended up on Berk.
When he finished, the room was silent. Stoick was the first to speak.
"That's quite some story." He said slowly, with Gobber nodding next to him.
"Whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you." Eragon said. "But, that's the truth."
Stoick nodded silently. "I have some things to think about, so I'll leave you two alone." He then left, with Gobber close behind.
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"How could this have happened!?" A slender fist slammed down on the table, sending vibration's through the wood. "That stupid blue beast should have drowned!"
"Calm down Razel." Sharp eyes glared at the speaker of the voice. "Thing's can't always go according to plan."
"But-"
"Calm, my child." A solemn face looked back at the youthful one. But the elder still looked fearful. All there months of planning, only to be ruined because they underestimated the blue beast.
"We already have people turning against the rider of the Night Fury." Another voice spoke. "It will only be a matter of time before they turn against the first rider."
"What do you mean, child Makil?" The elder asked.
"If he is with the Night Fury rider, he will be teaching him." Makil brought her full, blood red lips into a smirk. "They will surly turn against him then."
The elder looked thoughtful, before nodding. There plan was not lost.
"Should I tell Ezmara?" another voice asked.
"No, but, I do believe our…guest need's attending too." The elder spoke. She waved one hand, still pale and beautiful. "Go tend to it."
"Yes, elder."
A/N:
Sorry it's kinda short, but I really didn't know where to go with it after Eragon told his story…
So, with the names in the second part…I honest to god just put random letters together. The still sound pretty cool though!
Hope you like it!
And sorry if anybody seemed kinda OOC…
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