Eragon woke up hangover and cruelly shoke the snoring Murtagh awake. "Morning," he whispered more for the sake of his own head than Murtagh and glared at Murtagh as he rolled over and resumed sleeping. Smiling unmercifully he pushed Murtagh out of his bed and onto the floor with a thump. Smirking at the tangle of limbs on the floor which was Murtagh Eragon hurried downstairs to collect a simple breakfast which consisted of a fraction of a loaf. Eragon lifted his eyes up to meet Murtagh's who stood angrily in the door way somewhat regretfully and shrugged he still had bruises from that bar fight. Nibbling on the corner of the bread he saw Murtagh shoulder his pack and walk outside. Eragon shrugged again. What was his problem? Meh didn't really matter he told himself but his curiosity was piqued but were was he going and that pack was wriggling? Eragon resolved to find out before he walked out and began work on the farm. As he worked in a companiable silence with Roran he mulled over different schemes in his head before one train of thought came through. He had to look in the pack and a small part of him squirmed in excitement at finding an answer to this question. The next thought in his head was how. He quickly answered himself; tonight when Roran and Murtagh head out to Carvahall and when Garrow went to see Horst he could look through the bag. Then he would have an hour to look through the pack and to study any discoveries. This descided he resolved to wait.

"Eragon we're going to Carvahall. Wanna join us?"

Eragon rolled his eyes. Roran and Murtagh would he predicted end up in a bar fight and probably end up beaten up and trashed. Thanks but no thanks besides if he went he wouldn't be able to rummage through Murtagh's bag. "No I'm staying home. I think I've got a cold," Eragon said making his voice hoarse and croaky. He winced after he was done that was a little over the top. Garrow had already left he just needed to get rid of Murtagh and Roran.

"You sure," Murtagh said. Eragon could hear him quietly conversing with Roran before they evidently came to a decision and Eragon could hear the door slam shut. Smiling smugly he slipped of his bed where he had been reclining lazily and jumped up happily. Running downstairs he looked around to make sure no one was about and got himself a piece of bread. Looking around cautiously Eragon made his way to his bedroom conscious as any sinner is of every creak in he floor boards and of every sound outside. Darting into his room he heaved Murtagh's pack onto his bed and opened it allowing its contents to fall out. Eragon picked up the hunting knife for a moment running his fingers over the shiny metallic hilt before casting it down. The next object he could see was strips of salted beef. Eragon frowned as he looked at them. Why did Murtagh have a stash of meat in his bag. Eragon cast aside a coil of rope and a dozen arrow heads before at the very bottom he spotted what seemed to be a scarlet gem. Eragon picked it up and ran his finger along it ad noted it's flexibility, part of him wondered where it came from and spent minutes pouring over it. Then Eragon disappointed turned to put everything away when at the bottom of the pack he could see a blue stone. Smiling like a chid on Christmas morning Eragon reached in and removed the stone grinning. In silent awe he ran the tips of his fingers on the stone it was a smooth sky blue and shone brightly almost exuding a light of its own. Eragon caressed the stone protectively an urge to keep it ran through him to his toes.

Starting as he heard heavy footsteps he swore loudly before his head flicked back to the door as the footsteps came closer. Quickly he tipped the contents of the bag back in side. He frowned as he realised he had left the blue stone out. Frowning he found himself flinging the rock under his bed covers, kicking the bag of the bed and jumoing under his covers almost ontop of the egg. Eragon's breaths sped up as he heard Murtagh enter the room and hoped he would not notice the pack had moved. Eragon sighed as he heard Murtagh get into bed and start snoring. He must be drunk. Very drunk. Eragon rolled over uncomfortably because of the egg in his bed before settling on his side with his body moulded in a ball around the egg protecting it from any and all attackers and fell asleep. Into a deep deep sleep.

His sleep was punctured with vivid dreams of dragons flyng and of a battle. He could see death and bloodshed and a black dragon destroying the other smaller combatants but other the top almost contradicting the dream he could hear an elf maid singing. Then his dream changed and he was spinning round in circles no longer a passive observer but a member of the dream and as he spun he heard the girl in his arms open her blue eyes wide and she whispered into her ear "Wake up."

Eragon rolled over onto his back and his eyelids fluttered open. The bright light blinded him for a moment and he had just sat up when he was able to see things clearly. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he felt a weight on his feet. He moved to swat whatever it was off when he felt an almost icy cold flash of water hit his palm before smarting. He winced and finally fully waking up he saw at the end of his bed perched precariously on his feet a dragon.

The dragon was like the sky just before twilight contrasting to her stomach which was a far lighter shade of the sky. Her wings were a sapphire colour and were the darkest shade on her. Eragon smiled decision already made. He would keep the dragon and face all that came with her. He picked her up and held her gently in her arm.

"Hello little one" he murmured under his breath.

Eragon

Sorry this chapter is so late. Life and tests happened as well as me loosing some inspiration and I know that is a really bad excuse and it really annoys me when anyone says that, but I suffered through it and here is the next chapter finally. hope you enjoy and remember read and review if you want to make this girls day very happy :):):) And thank you to everyone who has reviewed. And keep reading