THE DREAM

Eragon was in his trance like state as he felt his body energy start to come back to him. He could feel his senses coming back; reaching out his mind with no particular control, he could sense many people around him. Eragon wasn't in any control, and it was a feeling like he had never felt before. Outside the tent, he could sense Roran's frustration as he was hit over and over again. Farther down he felt the Varden warriors playing a game of dice on their break from patrol. Someone just had won a lot of money. As his mind drifted farther outward, he felt happiness, dread, fear, love, and anger. Then towards the back of his mind he felt a gentle tug, a tug he had never felt before. Abandoning his current pathway, he pursued the unknown object. It seemed like hours as he passed down the long pathway. No matter how hard he tried, he could find nobody. He sensed, nor felt any emotion or life force. Then, after what seemed like hours, he came to a sudden stop. There was a door barely visible within his mind. It was like a door that guarded a castle. It was huge. Upon the door sat the word " Future". Using his knowledge of the ancient language, he chose carefully. Then combining the words " willing" and " open" he spoke " will you willingly open for a rider?"

As if the door shook his head yes, it broke down the middle creating a huge crack, then, before Eragon could drive any deeper into this path laid before him threw his mind, the door crumbled into a pile of dust. As soon as the door crumbled, Eragon drove threw the whole as if he were sprinting in a race. As soon as he crossed the door, a series of images flashed before him in a sequence of patterns.

At first, he saw an unknown rider, only he wasn't a rider. Not yet anyway. He held the Emerald green egg in his hands as he, Eragon, and Saphira flew over head shooting a serious of spells. Then, he saw the emerald dragon, only a baby, inside one of the Varden's tents. The future rider was unknown, for he was just a black mass. After that, the images disappeared as if he was heading farther into the future, he saw Nasuada with a bloody sword in her hand and tears rolling down her cheeks, Oromis laying in a bed, passing away swiftly with a huge stab wound through his stomach. After that, he saw himself in front of the shadow rider and the Emerald green dragon.

Then, he was being pulled backwards threw time; it felt like he was being squeezed threw a straw. Before he knew it, he was back in the tent aware of all things, but most off all, he was surprised to see the Saphira was unaffected by the trip. He knew that she was disconnected from him, that's why he felt so lonely threw the ordeal. Sitting up and feeling well energized, he sat cross-legged and began meditating and thinking about what he had just experienced. He knew that he just was in the future, but who had the rider been? Why was Oromis dying? And how did a great battle occur? All of these went racing threw his head. Welcome back little one. Saphira said as she entered his mind, and once again he felt whole.

You mean you knew we were disconnected?

Well yeah, I'm not some stupid lizard. It's the same thing that used to happen when you fell into a deep sleep.

Deep Sleep?

Yeah, you know, before you became mostly elf.

Oh yeah! Eragon said suddenly.

You're pretty dumb for a rider as old as you. She joked.

How is Roran doing?

Better than expected. Just as they finished the conversation, both smiling, a sword came wizzing threw the tent canopy. He walked out and approached the now done sparring pair.

As he approached he heard " you are a very good swordsman, as if Eragon's blood is within you".

" Thank you Arya." Roran said with a bow, "That is a great honor coming from you."

" I hope your sword comes true in your time of need." Arya said as she bowed and turned to Eragon. " He is naturally skilled at the blade, and I want you to have this." She put her larger of the two swords into its hilt, and then tossed it towards Eragon. "May it serve you on your adventure with the Ra'Zac. Just don't be recluse, you still have training."

" Thank you, for everything Arya-Elda" And with that she ran off without another word. Eragon approached Roran, " Are you ready?"

" Almost, let me take a nap, wake me in three hours at most." Then he took off threw the tent, leaving the flap to settle back down slowly.

Want to fly? Saphira asked suddenly.

Yes, I need to get Roran a true sword. And with that, they flew off into the now setting sun; hours seemed to have passed since he laid his head down. And he knew, deep down, that he wasn't just having a dream. It was a vision. Something that Oromis said even he couldn't do very easily.