"Morzan," Murtagh said loudly in his sleep while simultaneously rolling over onto his front.

Eragon's eyes flicked away from the dragon perched on his bed and to his sleeping brother. Padding over to Murtagh he looked down and prepared to shake him awake. Eragon gasped as he touched Murtagh's shoulder it was slick with cold sweat that caused his light undershirt to stick to his clammy skin. Eragon gingerly touched his forehead and sighed in relief when it was cold. It was just a nightmare. A small squeal alerted him to the dragon and he hid the dragon behind his bed under his bed sheets. Satisfied with the rudimentary hiding place he wincing slightly at the course method attempted to shake Murtagh gently awake.

Eragon swore loudly when Murtagh refused to wake up. He could hear Murtagh murmuring other words under his breath but the only one he could hear properly other than Morzan was 'Galbatorix' which unnerved Eragon: why would Murtagh be so afraid of Galbatorix? Eragon asked himself before remembering the dragon egg in his rucksack. He must have stolen it. A shiver of fear ran through Eragon at the thought of Galbatorix finding the baby dragon and allowed Eragon to muster the courage to shake Murtagh even harder until the sleeping teenager woke up with a jolt. Eragon could almost see Murtagh's heart pounding through his light undershirt that was stuck to his torso as he sat up.

"bad dream?" Eragon asked casually sitting down on the bed. Part of him felt like he could remember the name Morzan from somewhere like a distant memory. He obviously knew who Galbatorix was; he took enough of their taxes. Morzan was probably a noble in Galbatorix's court who Murtagh had encountered and a trader could have easily mentioned the name to him. Eragon thought almost trying to persuade himself it wasn't anything darker

"Yes," Murtagh gasped.

"Join the club. I had a dream about dragons. Want to spill?" Eragon asked trying to pretend he wasn't a little bit interested in whatever Murtagh had to tell him which he was. Not that he had only a selfish interest in it as he knew from experience that nightmares where better shared and he did genuinely care about Murtagh but the knowledge he could learn was beckoning to him.

Murtagh almost answered before clamming up and beginning to get dressed studiously ignoring Eragon. Eragon sighed. He had jinxed it; Murtagh clearly was running away from something which scared him. This realisation scared him as he analysed Murtagh. Then he realised something which was almost worse...what if they came here.

Having thought this Eragon threw his clothes on and lay somewhat awkwardly on his bed as he waited for Murtagh to turn away. Sighing relief as Murtagh left he grabbed the dragon glad for a moment about Murtagh blanking him. Eragon considered briefly leaving going out the normal way but changed his mind, if Roran found him, or Murtagh for that matter it would be over. Rooting through his mind for a moment he decided to ,after discarding a diversion, climb out the window as it was probably the easiest method to escape notice.

Jumping out the window surefootedly and landing on his feet he started running to the woods, he was almost there when he heard Roran calling to him "Eragon."

Eragon cursed under his breath and dropped the dragon to the floor behind his back and turned sheepishly around. "Yeah," he yelled back watching Roran run over to him quickly. "Hide," he murmured to the dragon as Roran drew up.

"Going to...Carvahall...chisel being mended...want to come," Roran said between pants.

Eragon's eyes flickered over Roran's open face ,that resembled Garrow's so much, unable to meet his eyes fully. "Not today, tomorrow would be great though," Eragon said. It would be good to see Brom though, Eragon didn't know how much he could ask without giving anything away, but regardless it would be useful. He did need to name this dragon sooner or later as at the moment it would just

"Good I'll tell Garrow," Roran said running back off having regained his breath.

Eragon breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw Roran leave before he turned around and scanned the undergrowth for the small vivid blue dragon. Eragon grimaced at the thought of the missing dragon being found by his family. Where could it be? Leaning up on to his tippy toes he looked around trying to see the dragon. Eragon sighed again as he moved to stand fully on his feet, that dragon was good as hiding.

"Dragon, where are you?" Eragon said out loud to the trees.

"Missing something?" Murtagh said from somewhere behind Eragon

Eragon debated with himself whether he could tell Murtagh about the dragon. It was probably the best thing to do Eragon thought, Murtagh had probably heard him talking to the dragon. But another part of him interjected telling Murtagh would endanger the dragon and he must keep the dragon safe above all else. But the first part of him argued back that surely the dragon would be safer with him instead of wandering alone in the woods. Deciding to tell Murtagh he spun round to face the black haired teen when he spotted a blue shape caught in Murtagh's eyes squirming to get free. "Dragon," Eragon cried ambiguously before running over and scooping the baby dragon into his arms and cuddling it. "Where was it?"

"It's a she and I found her wandering alone in the middle of the woods. Care to explain?" Murtagh asked every word lanced with anger and sarcasm.

"Well...You were out...got bored...sorry" Eragon mumbled quietly fully ashamed of the realisation of exactly what he had actually done and at getting caught; before he realised something. "What were you doing in the woods?" Eragon smiled as he delivered the last sentence the tables were changed now

"I... er...was going on a walk in the woods," Murtagh said awkwardly. Eragon rolled his eyes Murtagh was a really bad liar.

"Uh huh?" Eragon asked curiously. Eragon stepped forward before hearing a roaring sound and stepping back holding the inquisitive she dragon in his arms tightly. What was going on he asked himself mentally. Eragon had finally mustered all his courage when he caught a glimpse of red through the trees. Courage gone he turned to run before he caught sight of a red dragon stalking towards him

"Barzul!" Murtagh cursed loudly

And there we have it the 5th chapter of Dragon Fire. Hope you enjoyed please review and sorry for the wait I tried my best to make this intresting and sorry for the cliffie

Morrigan