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The hall was in uproar.
"Did you hear that? The dragon just spoke!"
"The dragon can talk! It must be an illusion, dragons can't talk!"
"Did you see how the spell just bounced off it?"
The dragon in question gave a loud snarl, which quietened the room with unsurprising ease.
Eragon cleared his throat. "Is anyone going to tell where we are?"
Dumbledore quickly strode to his podium. "Everyone, back to your dorms! The teachers will lead you back to make sure no other... surprises jump out on the way."
The teachers and prefects lead the students out quickly, and soon the entire hall was empty, except for Eragon, Saphira and Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry that we can't work this out in my office, but I'm afraid it can't accommodate your dragon."
Saphira growled. "You can speak directly to me, I am not deaf."
Dumbledore shifted slightly in his seat. "I do apologise; you see, dragons here cannot talk," he gave a wry smile, "Actually, most of their time is spent trying to kill us."
Eragon's jaw dropped. "You have... other dragons here? And they're not under Galbatorix's control?"
Dumbledore frowned. "Who is Galbatorix?"
Eragon and Saphira exchanged glances. "Galbatorix? All powerful, more than slightly mad evil dictator? Ring any bells?"
Dumbledore's frown deepened. "Where are you from?"
Eragon blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Alagaesia."
"What? How is that possible?" Dumbledore had never felt so confused in his life. "Alagaesia was cut off from this world centuries ago! That must mean... You're a dragon rider, aren't you!" It wasn't a question.
"I thought we had already established that. Usually, when someone runs in with a dragon, they're Dragon Riders," said Eragon sarcastically.
"Yes, well, that fact aside, you need to tell me everything: What you've done, what you can do, the history of your homeland, everything, and I in turn will tell you everything you need to know about this place-" he waved his hand around the hall- "and our world."
"If you want to me to tell you everything, I will have to search your mind first. For all we know, you could have just fed us a bunch of lies and you are really a spy for Galbatorix."
"Very well," Dumbledore nodded.
As the strange presence entered his mind, he couldn't help but throw up mental shields; he wasn't an accomplished Occlumens for nothing. But the boy's mental probe threw it aside as if it was a piece of tissue paper, and continued to root around in his mind, though not delving into Dumbledore's personal life, for which he was grateful.
"There, done," said Eragon.
"And? Am I to be trusted?"
The boy nodded. "You might want to get comfortable; my story is a long one."
Well? How was it?
I'm gonna skip Eragon explaining to Dumbledore, and vice versa. You all know what's happened, and frankly it's so dang boring to type.
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