Chapter 8

I'm back. Took a while for the router to arrive, but it's here now and I'll continue updating the story regularly.

Also, thanks to Shadow Wolf Dreamer and Sebastiaan Asselbergs for reviewing.

I also don't appreciate repeated reviews, so whoever is anonymous, don't do it again, unless you're two different people who just happened to give the exact same review under the exact same name.

This chapter is going to also be a little shorter than the others for reasons I'll keep to myself. This chapter will also be a bit hollow. I feel kind of lazy as of now and can't be bothered to spend four hours thinking hard over a plot

(Eragon)

'Hello brother,' Eragon started.

'Hello,' Murtagh replied, jumping down from Thorn.

'I hear you were about to start a brawl with the kings soldiers. Is this true?' he asked, cutting straight to the chase.

'I have a reason,' Murtagh countered.

'And I also see you've brought someone with you. You also happen to have the two eggs given to Ilirea. Do you have reasons for this too?' Eragon saw Murtagh take a deep breath before giving his account of the incidents.

'Firstly, I'll introduce you to Rya. She is a descendant of Roran Stronghammer. Basically, the only family you have left,' Murtagh clarified.

Eragon took a glance towards Rya. She was slightly shorter than her, and had a ludicrous amount of weapons for any normal woman.

Murtagh didn't give him time to speak with her and continued, 'I found her on the way to Ilirea. She mistook me for a rouge Rider, and attacked me just off of Daret. She managed to kill two Riders on her own, when Carvahall was attacked.'

Eragon looked at her again, but this time, with an impressed look on his face.

Murtagh sighed before continuing, 'It will be a lot easier to just show you the rest of what happened.'

Saying this, Eragon felt a mental probe poke at his mind and he granted Murtagh's conscience admittance into his mind.

He then felt a rush of memories and how Murtagh felt when they happened. Eragon's eyes widened when he saw how rashly Rya had behaved with the king. He also saw the duel between Murtagh and Rya outside Daret and decided to stay on friendly terms with her. He also saw the battle in the tavern. He also saw how Murtagh looked at Rya, but tried his best to keep it hidden.

'Hmm. Well, you did what you had to do and I will not blame you for that.'

Eragon then turned to Rya. He looked at her for a while.

No wonder Murtagh has those feelings for her, Saphira commented. Any normal human would fall for her.

Eragon didn't want to agree with her opinion of his distant relative. He shrugged off the thought and started to speak.

'Greetings lady Rya. I am Eragon. Rider of Saphira Brightscales. I have seen much of what you have done, and not all of the things you did were the very best decisions you could have made, but I am impressed. I have seen, through Murtagh the skill you have with a sword. I believe there are only two people I know of that could best you.'

A smile crept across her face and she bowed deeply.

'Thank you,' she replied humbly.

Before Eragon could continue, a small tapping noise came from where Thorn was sitting. It reminded Eragon of the time when Saphira hatched. He then heard a crack. Rya was also looking towards Thorn. Eragon smiled widely.

'And it also seems as though you are about to be a dragon Rider.'

Rya shot an apprehensive look towards him.

'Am I? I don't want to be a dragon Rider! I've seen what they do! The only nice dragon I've seen is Thorn.'

A throaty rumble came from Saphira and Eragon laughed.

'A dragon behaves according to how the Riders raises it. If you are evil, it will learn evil things. If you are good natured and want to make the world a better place, then it will also.'

Rya then started to walk towards the hollow behind Thorn. She bent into a squat, then reached forward to touch the dragon. She then jumped back, as Eragon realised the mark of the Riders being implanted onto her skin.

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