Disclaimer- I do not own any part of the inheritance cycle, though Dahuk and Effiga are my characters, and I created them after I finished reading the first book, this is my take on the story slightly changed, if Dahuk was to be immersed in the cycle.

As the dream faded away my sleep took me over again.

I conversed the dream to Saphira who looked at me and said "I know that two~legs from somewhere although I have never seen any other two~legs besides, you and Dahuk."

As I walk out of the cave I found Dahuk looking up towards the cave from the clearing.

The clearing was now trampled with footsteps of the two dragons continuously taking of and landing.

They had grown exceptionally large now and neither could fit comfortably in the cave by now.

They had grown to a length at least 12 foot long.

Saphiras wingspan was roughly 12 foot though Effigas wingspan was 14 foot and had changed he's colour once more to a black.

As I walked down to meet Dahuk he said, "We will have to walk, though Saphira and Effiga are large enough to ride on their backs we have no saddles. Which way are we going, I am not sure where we are, also you know these mountains so there is less chance of getting lost if you lead the way."

"What makes you think I know these mountains?" I asked him.

"You were out here hunting, also the cave is well enough equipped with tools to live." Came the reply. "Also, when I said you should go home and say goodbye to your family yesterday, you had no obligation to argue."

So we walked to Carvahall in near silence we emerged on the side of the road.

" the town is that way" pointing to my left and looking at Dahuk.

I started to walk in the opposite way when I heard Dahuk call " where are you going, doesn't your family live in town?"

I looked down turned around and looked up at Dahuk to say. "Uncle Garrow lives on his farm out of town so we live out of the way, away from the rest of the town, and only go in there when we need to."

Dahuk looked at me as his eyes turned from black to red I guessed that Effiga was starting to affect the colour of his eyes, and assumed I had no need to worry my eyes were blue as Saphiras were anyway.

We walked our separate ways I imagined the reaction the town would give Dahuk.

As I came into view of the house I was shocked to see it burnt to the ground and much of the house had been blown apart and lying around the farm.

I started running until I was at the main part of the rummage, where a simple house of wood should have stood, simple yet stunning. Yet all that stood was a pile of wood half burnt to the ground.

I ran till I reached what looked like the center of the explosion. I started to search for Roran and Uncle Garrow. After roughly 2 minutes I found Garrow, he was bloodied and had burns all over his body.

I dragged him onto a board of wood that had escaped being burnt to uselessness. After making sure he was alive and would last for a few more minutes. I then searched for Roran but found him nowhere.

I started to drag Garrow to the town for help, although half way to my destination when Dahuk appeared walking along the road. He took one glance at me, then at my uncle then at the board.

He came over released my grip on the board with ease, even if I was holding onto it, as if my life depended on it.

Then he looked at the board and raised his hand. The board of wood raised with ease, perfectly balanced and then blackness…

I held my hand out to something, somewhere, there was something that would come and help. The room was bare, there was a small table and a mattress of hay, and a door with a grate no window just a grate that was now shut.

There was no light in the room but with enhanced sight, the wooden door was visible the rocks that were the walls contained the rough-looking edge as if it were full daylight.

"Flowers wither… Treasure stay's hidden" was the last thing I heard before…

Sitting up violently I shook my head viciously. Looking around I saw an oddly familiar room. Consisting of a table with a vase of flowers... Amaranth's to be exact a rare flower that was beautiful. I sat there near on what would have been an hour just examining the amaranth.

There were, as I believed many different forms of the flower though this particular one had foliage of leaves coloured red, green and yellow. All distinct colours blending to the beautiful leaves.

I had limited knowledge of the flower, I knew that it was suppose to never lose it's colour and that it tasted something of cabbage. But that was the extent of my knowledge.

I was suddenly pulled back to myself when I heard Dahuk say " would you like some?"

I looked over to him and back at the amaranth. Already it had begun to grow, and with a touch on the table, the short stem with many leaves on it fell to the table.

I looked at Dahuk who simply stood up, picked up the fallen Amaranth and handed it to me.

Later I wandered outside and planted it in the center of the town.

We both wandered over to a house that the local storyteller lived, Brom. He had told stories of dragons before. Even to one extent a story of Galabortorix's uprising to power and the forsworn that had helped him wipe the dragon riders from existence.

I knocked on the door of the inerratic house. The door opened as I began to knock. "Hello" I called and entered the inertia cared house of scroll's on the ground and disorganised living.

There are at two song reverences here… just if any one can find them I would like to know. One of which is bluntly more obvious than the other. Oh and more of Dahuk will be revealed in time.

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