This chapter is short but raises a lot of questions. The next will be the longest.
Chapter3
I can't believe it. I am here, at last, the city where my father and his grew up. But unfortunately not everyone is happy with our return.
"Thorn!" The night was still, not a creature was stirring except for a little boy named Claude. He called for his father's companion, but there was not reply. Thorn he called again, his voice seemed to echo in the darkness.
Then when he was about to beckon once more, he heard a might roar. He felt powerful winds pushed against him. They were so strong he could not hold his ground. Claude fell on his torso with a thump. The air became still once more. But Claude knew he wasn't alone anymore.
"Thorn is that you." Claude asked while pushing himself off the ground.
A loud piercing snarl was heard.
"No child. It is I Saphire, dragon of Eragon. What bids you to roam the castle at the night this very hour?"
"Oh, I was looking for Thorn."
"Why is that?"
"I cannot sleep and usually he stays awake until I do."
"That's kind of him but tell me why cannot you sleep?"
"Because, of the nightmares." Saphire noticed that Claude was quiet shaken, for his knees trembled. What sort of horrible dreams might he be having?
"Come young one let us talk."
Saphire strutted along and Claude followed by her side.
"Answer me, dose the land of your mothers have dragons." Saphire asked. Saphire was fascinated to know if her kind existed elsewhere. If so maybe they can bond as one to make race blossom.
Claude looked to the sky. The stars twinkled ever so brightly. He remembered just this morning Queen Arya questioned him about the elves of his mother's land. From what Murtagh told Claude about Arya he could see that his father was right. She was fierce, strong, caring and had a liking for children. Her wisdom glowed off of her.
The two had come to a realisation that the races were the same. They celebrated life and festivals alike except those that involved dragons. For his kind was happy for the extinction of dragons.
"The dragons there were opposite to the one here."
"In what way are they different? " Saphire asked, coming to a halt. He used the past tense Saphire realised those dragons also shared a similar faith as to the ones in Alagaësia.
"They are cold, serpents of the mist. They breathe ice that shatters into a million pieces. They fed off the villagers causing chaos and panic to the people. Till one day an elf my great, great, great grandfather, Claude Wheeledheld, cared for an injured dragon while one his hunt for food. They say because of is kindness that the bond was form. So that is how we had our riders, the dragons however still posse that hatred for things, and took advantage of the weak. But legend says for the dragon to prevent them from falling into evil ways all depends on their rider."
"Ever so true young one. You mustn't forget that." Saphire said interrupting his telling of history. Claude nodded in reply.
Claude continued."There was war between dragons that had riders' and the years and years, their number decreased till there extinction. Also did my kind. Two families lived on mines and Farthurone. And know it is just I but I am not whole. So there is really no one. "
They circle the ground floor of the castle on their walked, cover they grounds area and tiled land. Claude was grateful for Saphire's company. At first she seemed terrifying but as they walked he came to found that she was most intelligent and understanding. She knew what it was like to be the last. After all she was once the only remaining female dragon. He was not afraid anymore.
Claude yawned stretching his arms wide. He blinked twice trying to see his vision for it was fading.
"I see sleep is over taking you."Saphire smiled inwardly.
"Thank you Saphire. I think I will sleep now." Claude bowed in respect and headed to his quarters.