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Egg hunting

Eragon scowled as he stared at the unyielding twenty foot door. He stood outside the main gates to Fiom. The spell had worked to perfection.

He stared at the door for a full minute until it finally started to open. He had been standing outside the city for over an hour. As they opened

enough for him, he slipped inside. He walked around the various streets and houses, looking for the man that could give him the egg. The

problem was he had no clue where the man lived, or what he looked like, not how he might get access to that information. I'll get a place to stay

and then sry Nasuada and see if she knows.

With that he started to look to look for a good place, at a low price, because he carried no more then thirteen crowns, barley enough to pay for

a long while, in any well ran hotel. He went from one street to the other. He went into the Yellow Ship,

and the Warm House, and the Ice Wing, all wonderful hotels but horribly priced. He finally settled on the Triness. It was okay, and coasted less

then four crowns. With any luck I'll be able to find the man in less then a day. He went to his room and opened the door, closed it and for some

reason, locked it. The movement of his hand caught him off guard. He grinned to himself. He had become so used to this being the part where he

would strip Arya and they would get in bed, and love each other. I miss you, Arya. He thought about her for a while and then thought of Brom,

his son. Then he thought of Brom, the Rider. For a few minutes he thought about random things.

Then his mind landed on the Burning Plaines, and Murtagh telling him that they were both sons of Morzan. Eragon felt like he was missing

something, like a puzzle that was missing a single piece. Unbidden memories came to him of the night he and Murtagh had first arrived in

Farthen Dur, and Murtaghs story. Bit by bit he slowly became to realize that the two stories did not connect. Then he thought of Brom again, and

his eyes burst open. That's it! Brom is my father! With a mixture of anger and excitement he went to a mirror and said the words to talk with who

he was scrying. Oromis and Murtagh sat at a table, with a pile of paper beside Murtagh. Oromis noticed Eragon and said, "Eragon, you left thirty

minutes ago. This had better be good." He picked up the mirror and walked outside with it. There he sat against a tree and said, "What do you

need?" Eragon held back his temper at the rude greeting. "I have just reached Fiom, Master, and as I was sitting on my bed, I realized

something that I can't help but think you know." Oromis's eyes flashed for a moment and then his emotions were hid by the mask that was his

face. "Oh, really? Do tell me, so that I can judge what you have seemed to discover." Eragon took at deep breath and slowly let it out, one of

the teachings used for calming. Then he said in a mild tone, "Brom is my father, isn't he." Oromis's eyes widened with a look of both shock and

awe. Then he hid his emotions and said, "What makes you say that?" Eragon then described how Murtagh had told him his story on the first day

in Farthen Dur, and then about his revelation on the Burning Plaines and how he had concluded that the two stories did not match up, and finally

how he had hammered out how it was that Brom was his father. "So it seems to me that my mother must have meet Brom and they fell in love.

Later my mother found that she was pregnant with Brom's son, me, and was afraid that Morzan would treat it like he had Murtagh, such as

when he throw Zar'roc at him. She must have been afraid for me, that he would treat me the same, or worse. So she took me to her home town

of Carvahall." Oromis looked away for a moment and then returned his gaze to Eragon. "I am sorry that we could not have this discussion in

person. You are correct, Eragon. But you must understand how narrow the opportunity allows me to even give voice to it. I swore oaths more

binding then death that I would never talk to you about it until you found out about it yourself, or the fact had put you in danger. You have

found out about it, so yes he is you're father."

Over the next hour or so, Oromis told him how Eragon had come to be. When he was done, Eragon felt tears coming to his eyes. "Did Saphira

know of this?" Oromis's white cloak rippled as he shrugged. "If she did I have no knowledge of it." Eragon nodded and then stood, as he had

sat down when Oromis began. "Very well, Master Oromis. I must contact Nasuada now, in regards to the egg." Oromis nodded and said, "Go

then and find yet another hope for the Varden and for those who have the courage to fight the Foul Usurper." The image of him disappeared

and was replaced with Nasuada, as Eragon redirected the magic. From her he learned that the man's name was, Tring, and where he might find

him. So he set out to do as Oromis had commanded. Less then a half hour later he arrived at a house, larger then even Jeod's. This is the right

place,he determined as he looked at the address, which Nasuada had told him. He went the door and knocked. A young man opened the door

and said, "May I help you?" Eragon thought that if Tring was the owner of this huge house, then how had the egg gone unnoticed? "Is there a

Tring here?" The man's eyes widened and he pushed Eragon to the back of the house. There he whispered, "Are you from the Varden? The

person I'm supposed to give the egg to?" Eragon nodded. The man still had a firm grip on his shirt. "Yes, and a very powerful Rider, so I suggest

you let go of me before I use you as a test target." It was an extremely ideal threat. The man let go of him and started walking off. "Come on

then."

As they walked, the man described how he had found the egg, some moths ago, and how he had finally found out what it was. "And when I was

in the local bar, I let it slip to one of the others that I had found it. He went all big eyed and took me to his home. There he questioned me about

it and then he sent a message to the Varden about it and then here you are." Eragon had been listening and then he wondered why they were

in a dense forest. "Tell me, why are we here?" The man uttered a low chuckle. "No need to fear that I'm leading you into a trap. My cabin's up a

ways. I hid it there." When they reached the cabin, the man unlocked it and said, "Wait here-" then went inside. Although he trusted the man,

he erected wards around himself, in case Tring came back out with a sword. Instead he came back with a medium sized leather bag. He handed

the bag to him. Eragon opened and reached inside, and lifted out an emerald green dragon egg. Eragon put it back in and said, "Thank you for

this. The Varden are in you're debt. If you want anything, Nasuada, leader of the Varden, will surely give it."

Tring looked at him closely. "Tell her to give me the blood of the man that slaughtered my family." Then he walked back inside. Eragon nodded

andwalked to the edge of the clearing that the cabin was set in. Raising his eyes to the sky he summoned the magic and uttered the spell that

had transported him there. In less then thirty seconds he stood in the throne room of King Orik. His King seemed surprised but not shocked at

his appearance. "Eragon, it is good to see you. I am glad you are here. Nasuada said she was sending you to guard me during Az Durgrimst

Barzul.

Is that not so?" Eragon shivered as the cold air of the room assaulted his previously warm flesh. "It is, King Orik." Orik shook his head, causing

the mail he wore to rattle. "No, not King. I will not have you calling my King Orik all the time. Just Orik is fine. That's an order." Eragon smiled and

said, "Very well, Orik." Over the next two hours to two caught up their previous doings. Then as the day was drawing to a close, Orik gave him a

room and Eragon slept.