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-Let there be midnight

ME NO OWN INHERITANCE CYCLE

Brisingr's Day Out

Saphira looked around the camp not seeing her tiny de-aged Rider anywhere. It was her turn to watch him, which she was doing a perfect job until he just magically disappeared into thin air and out of her watchful eyes. She had been searching for him for about ten minutes without such luck until she spotted Arya, Murtagh, Orik, Angela, and Thorn, Solembum probably hiding someplace where the two children wouldn't find and torture him.

Has anyone seen Eragon? Saphira asked as she approached the group. Everyone but Murtagh looked up at her.

"No… why?" Angela asked beside Murtagh who was trying his best to climb all over Thorn who looked slightly agitated at this. Saphira shuffled her feet, her massive head looking away in slight shame.

Well… She started. I let my eyes off of him just for a few moments… and… I can't seem to find him anywhere. She explained as she looked at them.

"Have you checked his tent?" Orik asked. Saphira looked at him blankly as she blinked suddenly released that, no, she hadn't checked his tent of all places, quickly running off to said toddlers tent where she knew he would be.

Eragon! She shouted as she peered through his tent flap to see the child's back turned to her and holding something long in his hands. Eragon, what do have? Saphira asked as she put her head farther into the tent. Eragon turned around to face her, showing her his shinning blue sharp dangerous sword. Did she mention sharp and dangerous?

"Swowd!" he squealed as he dangerously swung the sword in the air, bringing Saphira in to panic. She almost had a heart-attack when the sword almost somehow fell onto the brown haired little boys head.

Eragon, put the sword down. I repeat, put the sword down and do not utter the name. Saphira said in a panic yet stern voice as Eragon's big brown eyes looked at her with mischief shinning in his eyes.

"Brisingr!" Eragon shouted, the sword incasing itself in a brilliant blue flame. Too much panic and fear overwhelmed Saphira making her faint as Eragon ran out of the tent with the blue sharp dangerous sharp sword in his hands giggling the whole time to only god knows where. But one thing was sure. Everyone, and I mean everyone even big bad ol' Galby is going to pee their pants running away scarred forever. Cause a two-year-old wielding a sharp sword that when the name is barely even muttered by the user who is said two-year-old, is the scariest of sights anyone could witness bringing nightmares to all.

~Ten Minutes and Some Tents Burned Down Later~

Eragon was enjoying the new poky sharp thing he had found! It was in a chest labeled 'Brisingr', so he thought that must be the pointy sharp blue thing's name! It was funny too, whenever he said the sharp-pointy-blue-thing's name, a pretty blue fire comes from it. It was the coolest sharp-pointy-blue-thingy ever.

Eragon stopped as he heard some very familiar voices and decided to walk over to where he heard them, smiling happily as the sword was in his grasp, leaving a slight trail in the dirt from where he dragged it. Soon enough he saw Angela, Orik, Arya, Murtagh, and Thorn playing something unknown to him. Oh! Maybe he should show them the sharp-pointy-blue-thingy! Yes, he shall show them the sharp-pointy-blue-thingy!

With that in mind, Eragon walked up to his older brother without being noticed.

"Mury! Mury! Fire!" Eragon shouted as he muttered the sharp-pointy-blue-thingy's name. Murtagh stared in wonder as the sword burst into blue flames earning the attention of the others who gaped at Eragon in fear, surprise, and panic.

"Eragon!" screeched Angela as they slowly walked over to the toddler for safety's sake. "Eragon, listen to me," she said slowly. "Put down the sword!" Eragon shook his head at her. Orik, not having much patience as the next guy was giving Eragon his warning glare.

"Eragon! Put the sword down and walk slowly away from it! If you do as I say, I'll make you cookies!" Eragon looked at Orik, then the sharp-pointy-blue-thingy, then at Orik again, smiling as he did exactly as the dwarf said.

"Cwookies now?"

Preview of next chapter:

"Has anyone seen one of my potions? It has gone missing…"

"Um… Why does Eragon and Murtagh have cat ears and tails Angela?"

"I found it! Found it!"

"Good, humans are better than muntants."