The next day Eragon woke up to Roran yelling him to wake up then he remembered about the promise he had made. He somewhat regretted now that he was being forced to wake up early but he still wanted to go. After all he couldn't abandon Roran to Horst and he did need to see Brom. If he were to abandon Roran he would probably end up drunk and lost as Roran's sense of direction went out the window as soon as he drunk even just one tankard of ale. As he climbed out of bed he flicked his head to glance at Murtagh's bed. It was empty; Murtagh must be with the dragons Eragon thought. That thought comforted him as it meant little Saphira would not be alone but instead be with both Valinor who Murtagh assured was capable of hunting for her and caring for her and Murtagh who would be able to make sure he didn't actually step on her by mistake."Coming," Eragon yelled down stairs as he frantically dressed and prepared to join Roran.

Both cousins after an unspoken conversation spoken through eye rolls, raised eyebrows and a myriad of facial expressions headed out of their door Roran leading the way. The walk from the farm to Carvahall was at the annoying length when it is long enough to tire you but not quite long enough to be counted as exercise and Eragon after arriving in the bustling town rubbed his calf gingerly the fact that he hadn't done enough exercise was annoyingly apparent. And Roran had been the one to to come up with the idea to run the remaining mile; he had said that he needed to get to Carvahall quickly otherwise Horst would close but Eragon was fairly confident that he just wanted to see Katrina. His cousin was besotted with the copper haired girl and Eragon knew that she felt the same. Murtagh in the few days he had stayed had already started placing bets on when he would propose but Eragon knew Roran would only propose when he was certain she would say yes and if he was able to support her easily because he was so proud. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just a fact.

Turning the corner he watched Roran abandon him and smiled almost furtively as he headed down the narrow lane to Brom's house. Brom had moved there shortly after Eragon had been born and had been the village story teller for as long as Eragon could remember. He knew Murtagh would be angry if he knew but he needed to know more about being a dragon rider. He needed answers though and more than what Murtagh could tell him and Brom was the only person who knew what he had to know. Having knocked on the door and been invited in; Eragon ducked under the low doorway into Brom's home.

Brom was lounging if one could lounge in a hard wooden chair smoking a pipe with a blissful expression on his face which lasted until he heard Eragon enter.

"Oi, what do you want," he grunted.

"Tell me everything about dragon riders?" Eragon asked.

"Well, they were founded centuries ago or even thousands of years ago. It was between dragon and elves it had lasted ten years already and there seemed to be no other future except extinction of both species when a young elf, no more than a hundred, found a white dragon egg. He was enchanted by this egg but most importantly-unable to kill it. He raised the dragon naming it Bid'Daum and they travelled Alagaesia uniting the dragons with the elves forming the riders. Riders were more powerful than a mere man and when they turned all their might to one thing they would achieve it. They were the peacemakers and the warriors. They were the law."

"Did you ever meet one?" Eragon asked. Common sense told him that Brom couldn't or he would have died long ago but the way Brom talked was like he was remembering something like it had happened yesterday.

"Go," Brom said and Eragon fled away from Brom and his memories

Eragon wandered away confused heading towards Horst in the desperate hope that Roran would be there. It had all gone wrong, terribly wrong. As he walked he became aware of the children laughing in the village, small batering going on at stalls and of donkey's braying. Theese common ordinary sounds almost pulled Eragon back to normality and by the time he arrived at Horst he was completely calm.

Heading to the forge he spotted Roran picking up a small bundle and could pick out Albreich's blonde head. Smiling with relief he quickly headed inside the forge. Again just like the market everything seemed completely normal while still feeling totally alien. He almost bit his lip in nervousness but he stopped himself. This was his village and he wasn't afraid.

Walking home Roran attempted to make idle conversation but Eragon's mind wasn't there. He did vaguely hear Roran bring up his visit though Eragon suspected there was a lot he wasn't telling him. But the thing that mattered the most of all the things he had brought up was that he hadn't gotten a job which he would have gotten otherwise as he had been passed up for a boy in Therinford, the employer in question coming from there himself. He felt a rush of relief flood through him before he began to think about Saphira. About all the doors that now where open to him. And his biggest decision whether or not to fight Galbatorix. Then he remembered his namesake. Eragon had been the beginning.

Was he the end?

There we have it the seventh instalment in DragonFire. Hope you enjoyed read and review. By the way I am planning on pairing Arya up with Faolin and Eragon is up for grabs as it was roughly equal sorry if I annoyed anyone. Got a stupid science project about a rover to Mars which has taken up all my time sorry for the lateness. Also auditioned for Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe which I am really nervous

Morrigan :)):)