The egg was roughly the same size as Saphira's, maybe a little bit bigger. It looked exactly like her's had, but white.
Eragon I stood helpless on the cliff, staring helplessly at what he must have thought was his doom. Then Saphira reached out to touch his mind. He deflected it at first, probably afraid of a mental attack, but Saphira soon overtook him.
Friend, I will not kill you, she told him.
"No. we will not harm you," Eragon confirmed, climbing off of Saphira's back.
"Who-who are you?" Eragon I stammered. "You look like an elf, but I've never seen you before. And no elf would dare ride a dragon." The elf added, his voice quaking with fear.
"My name is Eragon, and this is my dragon, Saphira. We came from a time many centuries from now." Eragon said. "And we have come to help you stop this war."