Chapter 4.1
The next morning I awaken to find the little sapphire dragon on Eragon's shoulder as he sleeps.
"Morning little one," I say to the little sleeping dragon.
She awakens with a start and looks up at me.
Morning to you too, She replies unfolding her wings.
I walk downstairs and leave the house with the little dragon on my shoulder.
Would Eragon like it if you did this? She asks.
"I'm not sure but something about you is familiar to me so I thought we could go to the Spine and watch the sunrise together," I reply.
As we walk along the trees of the Spine, I suddenly feel some kind of pain in my chest. I clutch my shirt and the little dragon jumps off my shoulder.
What's wrong?
"I don't know," I reply before the forest around me goes black.
What is this?
Before me is two dragons: the white one from earlier and now a black one as well. I watch as the black one rear his head, snake like, and unleashes a blast of fire at the white one. The white dragon hovers for a second, holding the attack off; then, finally, breaks free of the fire and lunges toward the black one. The black and white dragons collide and start to spin toward the ground. At the last second they pull away and rapidly gain attitude again. Then the black one flies off and the white one lands on the ground.
I am awakened by the little blue dragon.
"What happened?" I ask as I get to my feet.
I not quite sure. I tried to awaken you a little bit earlier but this is the only time I've gotten through, the dragon replies.
That vision . . . it seemed so real but how can that be? I think to myself.
Suddenly a branch cracks behind us. I jump, startled and a little branch flies into my hand. I spin around to find myself face to face with Eragon.
"Sorry for taking your dragon," I say.
"It's fine, besides I'm going to see if Brom has any dragon names that we could use for her," Eragon replies walking off.
Great and just leave me with YOUR dragon! I think.
Well what can we do now? The dragon asks.
I think for a second, then after nothing comes to my mind, I grab the little dragon and toss her into the air.
"You are going to have to learn how to fly," I say watching the young dragon try to keep in the air.
This isn't funny. Put me down now, the dragon complains.
As she starts to fall, her natural instincts begin to take over. For the first time ever this young sapphire dragon can fly!
I . . . I can really fly? I can fly!
The little dragon begins to circle around my head. Suddenly something comes to my mind. That barrier that I can't pass in my mind, the one that my original identity is in, perhaps . . . perhaps this little dragon could help me regain my memories?