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I know it has been a long time since I have updated the story, but here is the second chapter. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Two: Leaving

The smell of morning air drifted through the large open window in the study room. Like the rest of the tree house, the study's window was not really a window. Many of the rooms had no walls at all facing the outside world. Anyone could take a step right off the tree and be on the ground in moments. Eragon had tried that once when he was very young and foolish. Songs of birds high in the trees, calling for their mates or offspring to return to them. Why do birds like mornings so much?

Eragon hated mornings. He was a night owl preferring to stay up late and watch the bright moon and stars. Eragon could not believe he was up yet again at this time. Bid'daum kept on waking him up. The white dragon was a complete opposite of Eragon. Eragon liked nights; Bid'daum insisted that mornings were better. Bid'daum liked to talk nonstop sometimes like Gala; Eragon wished for the peace and quiet.

However, it was interesting to learn about Bid'daum. When the war had started, Eragon was studying swords play with a sword master, who was later killed in battle along with his parents. After the first year of the war, his master had finished Eragon apprenticeship and left to help with the war. Eragon had a return to his family's home in order to prepare his parents' funeral. Eragon joined the war after his parents' funeral. He did not know what to do with himself since no one was here and he was going crazy. He decided to become a scout in the army; his mother's teachings would not let him become anything else. His mother did not believe in killing any creature. She wanted to help every creature live. Eragon could not ignore his mother and her beliefs.

And that is one of the choices that lead Eragon to find Bid'daum's egg. The white dragon was as different to any other creature Eragon had the study. Where his mother preferred plants; Eragon prefers lived animals and other creatures. He wanted to research many creatures, including dragons. He felt that the dragons held many secrets to unlock. He never got that chance to study them until now. Well, he could study Bid'daum and ask him questions. Eragon had asked him, so much that he began to write everything down in a journal, hence why he was in his father's old study instead of his bed.

Dragons are interesting creatures. They show a great amount of intellect. A young dragon may be wiser and smarter than the oldest living elf. Bid'daum is only a month old, however, he shows more intellect than some elves. I wish to speak with other dragons his own age. It would be interesting to see how they interact together. But the older dragons would be far the most interesting as they will have many words of wisdom to spread. I would also like to see how they communicate with one other. Bid'daum usually sends thoughts and images to me. He can also show me how he is feeling emotional and physical. Dragons did not communicate like elves with our voices, lips, and tongues. He mostly uses his mind. Like I said before he sends thoughts, images, and emotions. He uses images and emotions the most. I feel like that is how the other dragons communicate with each other. Bid'daum has stated that even newly hatched dragons can communicate with their parents this way. I feel like this is why the war has started. As elves were unsure as to how dragons communicate with each other and we did not know how to talk with this unique race. Oh, and the fact that someone thought that dragons were a mindless beast. Anyone with eyesight can see that they are not.

What are you writing? A strong voice pops into Eragon's head. He was becoming accustomed to Bid'daum's voice in his head.

I am writing about dragons. You are very interesting.

I could have told you that.

We elves don't know much about the race of dragons. I wanted to study dragons before the war.

I think the other dragons would have liked you.

Really? That would be cool. I have to get going. It takes about three hours to get to town and I have to meet Gala.

Is Gala your mate?

NO!

Oh, I don't think I like her.

You just don't know her.

Can I meet her?

Maybe in the future.

All right, I will see you when you get back.

Eragon stood and stretched. He had been sitting and writing about dragons much longer than he would have liked. He always did that. Eragon always got lost in his writing or in a good story. It was a bad habit, but he did not care and neither did anyone else.

He begins his walk to the city. He liked to live out in the forest with only the animals and plants as his neighbors. He did not know how anyone could live in a crowd, noisy place like a city. The walk to town took about two to three hours depending on how fast you were going. Eragon liked to walk slowly even though he could make the journey in two hours. He enjoyed watching the animals and the world around him.

Two hours later Eragon arrived at the city. He thought he would need three hours to get here, so he left early. Great, now what in the world would he do for an hour?

Eragon sighed. He might as well walk around town since he had an hour to spare. Maybe he would walk over to the merchant elves and see if he needed anything. Eragon did just that. He walked among the booths of different merchants, browsing the many items.

"You are Eragon?" asked a soft, heavenly voice. Eragon turned towards the queen of elves, he forgot that she sometimes comes to the market square.

"My Lady," Eragon said politely, kneeling before her.

"You may stand. Eragon, Captain Tinorfiwiel has requested your return," the queen said, "You will leave the day after tomorrow. Meet at the stables for another five will be joining you."

"Yes, My Lady," Eragon said with a bowed head. He would respect his queen's command besides if he does not he could be executed. Only high lords and ladies of the court could discuss commands with the queen. And Eragon was not born into a high lord of the court.

Eragon left the market square to continue his wanderings elsewhere. And to think, he did not want to continue this war. He grew tired and weary of war. He wanted peace.

"Eragon! There you are," Gala's cheery voice distracted him from his dark thoughts, "we have been waiting for you. Is something the matter?"

"No, it's just Tin wants me to scout again. I just got word from the queen to leave the day after tomorrow."

"What's wrong with that? You will not be stuck in that treehouse all by yourself," Gala said as they walked to her place.

Eragon opens his mouth to tell her about Bid'daum, but he closed it again. How would Gala acted if she found out about Bid'daum? She was his best friend, but greatly disliked dragons for killing her cousin. Unlike the cousin Eragon had, Gala's cousin had been her best friend since they were elfin. He was sure that she would not take him hiding Bid'daum lightly. He could see her trying to kill him.

Eragon hope dinner with Gala's parents would go fast. He wanted to go back home again. Gala's parents Saida and Zelphar were great elves. Zelphar was Eragon's father's best friend, so they were like an aunt and uncle to Eragon. Eragon missed his parents. They were always there for him and he thought they would live forever. He was so shocked when he found out they had been killed. Saida and Zelphar were there for Eragon during that difficult time. He was very grateful.

Saida had made a miniature feast for them all. Eragon treasured her for it. He rarely ate anything for it was problematic to cook for just himself. Plus he was a horrible chef. His father was better at cooking.

"The food looks great, Saida," Eragon said.

"Well, don't just look at it. Everyone dug in," Saida said.

Eragon was right the food tasted great. Saida was even a better chef than Eragon's father. When Eragon was younger, his parents and Gala's would often get together like this. After Eragon parents had died, Eragon stopped coming over and did not continue the tradition. He did miss dinners at Gala's.

"So Eragon, what is new with you? We never see you anymore," Zelphar asked, he wanted to make sure that the boy was doing well.

"Err," said Eragon. Well, I found a dragon's egg. It hatched and the dragon is named Bid'daum, which I call him Bid Dummy sometimes because it's funny. And I have sort of been studying him.

"Tin wants Eragon back on the front lines," Gala responded interrupting Eragon's thoughts.

"What! But you just got home," Saida said, outraged.

"I have been home for about a month. I usually stay about two weeks," Eragon said.

"I don't like it. You should not have to go out again. Don't they have someone else?" Zelphar asked.

"Yes," Eragon said, "But what does that matter."

"Oh, I hate this war," said Saida.

"Don't we all?" Gala stated.

Eragon looked around at the small family. He agreed with them. He did not want to leave either, but he needed to follow orders and he hated this war. It was all that one elf's fault. If he was still alive the elven leaders were sure to charge him with a crime in starting a war. But other elves thought the same way, that all dragons were a mindless beast and should be put down.

"Oh, Eragon, we have kept you too long. You should be heading home," Saida said.

"Yes," Eragon agreed with a glance out the window.

Eragon begins his long walk home after saying his farewells. The night was heavy in the air and the golden sun had begun it descends from the sky. Beautiful colors of blues, pinks and purples filled the sky. In the east darkness grow, as the light disappeared from the heavens.

Eragon arrived home two hours later when the night had completely taken over the sky. Bid'daum laid under his tree house. He had a worried look upon his white face.

I don't want you to go, Eragon.

I don't want to go either, but I have to. I am a soldier.

I thought you were a scout.

You know what I mean.

Fine, you will not go. I will not let you.

Do you know what will happen if I refuse? The queen will have me executed by beheading.

We will leave then.

What? Run away? Never come back? I can't this place is my home

I don't understand you. You don't want to go, but you are. It sounds to me like you are enjoying this war.

Oh, what do you know? You are only a hatchling!

That may be so. But you need to learn how to stand up and speak your mind.

And with that Bid'daum stood, wings open and took to the black skies. Eragon watched him fly away with muddy thoughts. What if Bid'daum was right? Did Eragon enjoy this war? No, he hated it. He lost so much since the beginning, his parents, several of his childhood friends, his teachers. He would not lose his home as well. He will go to Tin and be a scout. And he will find a way to end this war even if it was the last thing he ever did. The death, bloodshed could not continue for everyone would surely die. The dragons and elves were too powerful.

Eragon walked into his home full of determination. He will do something about this war. But first, he needed to go scouting for Tin.

The End of chapter two. I hope you liked it. Please review! I will try to have the next chapter up sooner.