Hello again! Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate it. I'm glad also that you guys like Lysela. I've only made a few really cute kids in fan fics, and she just might be my best. Anyway, here's the latest update.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, I know, but I do own the little troublemaker known as Lysela! I can sort of relate to her craziness…ask my friends.
Eragon pushed the bedroom door open, yawning as he balanced the weight that was comfortably snoozing on his shoulder. Lysela seemed as though she were in a coma, her arms draped around his shoulders.
He laid her on her bed, as she shifted for a moment. He gazed over at the stone lying on his own bed, the candlelight flickering until the wick ceased the light.
The room seemed colder, much more eerie. Lysela seemed to sense something from her slumber, as she rousted herself awake.
Eragon stood up, cautiously approaching the stone. He knew it was hollow, but it seemed…bizarre. He felt his fingers brush against the stone, the coolness of the touch feeling almost familiar.
"Eragon? What is it?" Lysela's mumbled voice came from behind him, as he blinked for a moment.
"Nothing. Go ahead and get ready for bed," he said quietly, placing the stone on a nightstand as he prepared himself for sleep.
Lysela stared for a moment, changing quickly as she plopped herself on her bed. After receiving her hug and kiss goodnight from her brother, she curled up amongst the sheets to drift off.
"Eragon!"
The young man leapt up from his bed, reaching for a knife that had been lying nearby. He spotted Lysela standing out of bed.
Fear radiated off her, even the dim moonlight showing how pale she was. Her finger was pointed in the direction of a vibrating stone.
A loud screech came from the stone, as it seemed to shake furiously. He knelt before it, as Lysela backed away towards the wall.
Cracks formed through the stone, Eragon's eyes growing big. The stone rocked one final time, and then finally broke.
Shattered pieces of the "stone" spread across the pine floor, as a magnificent creature peeped its tiny head out of the remains.
Eragon gaped at the tiny creature. It seemed no longer than his arm, and it resembled to him like an overgrown lizard. But this was no ordinary lizard. It would never be.
It was a babe dragon.
Sapphire scales gleamed in the moonlight, and piercing blue eyes searched the room. The teenager found himself struggling to utter a word. But Lysela would not stop chattering.
"Eragon, it's a dragon! It's just like the ones in Brom's stories. But…they seem much more graceful and fantastic in reality!" she spluttered, as the dragon babe sniffed the air.
Eragon slowly crept towards it, his hand reached out towards it. The dragon cocked its tiny head, its expression seeming so knowing.
He felt excitement tremor through him, as he grazed his fingers gently across its scales. The babe let out low purrs, a smile forming across its lips. Razor-sharp teeth shone, as Lysela hugged herself.
The creature leapt up onto his bed, exploring the room with wonder. It squealed loudly at Lysela, then nudging the pillows. It hobbled around, stretching its wings happily.
Eragon seated himself on the bed, stroking it's back. The dragon nudged him in the ribs, begging for more. He chuckled, gazing back at his sister.
"It is, Ly. I wonder-" he began, until he suddenly felt a cold, piercing feeling attack his hand. He pushed himself back, clutching his right hand as tightly as possible. He tripped clumsily over a chair, falling back on the floor.
"ERAGON!" Lysela cried, running to his side as she quickly assisted him up. He felt the pain flow away, just a numbing feeling left. He massaged it carefully, scowling over at the dragon. He had a massive feeling that it was the creature's fault.
"Thanks a bunch for burning me!" he grunted, as he motioned for Lysela to go back to where she had been standing. The dragon showed no regret, instead humming as it inspected his hand.
It waddled over, curious blue eyes studying him. It licked his hand, blinking as he lifted it up. He held it like a human babe, it curling up against him. Warmth from its belly seemed to radiate, as he felt it tingling within him.
"Wow. Beautiful disaster?" Lysela asked, walking over towards the pair. Eragon nodded, as he began wiping leftover eggshell off the dragon.
"Yes. Are you hungry?" he asked the dragon, a screech emitting from it. He placed his hand over its mouth, afraid that his Uncle and Roran had heard them from the next room. "Be quiet or they'll hear you…"
Lysela ran into the kitchen, climbing up onto the table to reach their cabinet. She pulled out some small slabs of meat, then sneaking back into the room. She shut the door quietly behind her, as she walked towards Eragon and the dragon.
"Give it this," she insisted, handing the boy the chunks of meat. The dragon hummed loudly, snatching the meat within seconds and licking its lips with satisfaction.
Lysela giggled, petting its head as it nuzzled her. She enjoyed the dragon's presence greatly. She had always wanted to see what it was like to have an animal around the home, but she did realize that this was no ordinary animal.
A dragon was no beast; it was more powerful than any beast. Dragons were known as mighty allies, or as dangerous enemies. But their kind was dying out, and it was a miracle of the new dragon's birth.
Eragon quickly realized that dawn was closer than he imagined. He immediately started grabbing towels, darting about quickly.
"What are you doing?" Lysela questioned, seeing him fumbling to grab patches of leather and blankets.
"I've got to hide the dragon. Just imagine how angry Uncle Garrow might be if he found out that the stone is gone. Hopefully, he'll forget about it," he explained hastily. Lysela shrugged, running to get a bucket of water.
"In case it gets thirsty," she shrugged, as the two pulled on coats. They trudged through the foot-deep snow.
Luckily, a forest was not too much of a distance away. With this, care of the dragon might be easier than planned. Eragon quickly climbed a huge oak tree, settling himself upon one of the stronger branches.
A tiny squirrel scurried across one of the branches above, dropping a blanket of snow over Eragon and the dragon. The boy hastily spat out the ice, as the dragon peeped its head out of the pile with pure curiosity.
The creature licked the snow off, melting in its tiny mouth to form water. Eragon smiled, as he motioned for Lysela to hand him the strips of leather and blankets. He quickly molded together a small bed, shaped like a nest.
"Go on, now. Test it out," he urged, placing the sapphire dragon on a branch. It blinked at him for a moment, then waddling carefully towards the nest. It paused for a moment before leaping in, snuggling itself comfortably amongst the tree and bed.
"Tell it that we'll be back soon," Lysela called from the base of the tree. Eragon frowned for a moment, concerned with his own interest.
His mind felt different, like a gentle hand was reaching out towards it. A bond.
He had no idea how to react other than fear, as he watched the creature. It lifted its head up from the homemade nest, making eye contact with the teenager.
Eragon leapt down from the branch, looking up at it. I'll be back soon, okay? Stay here. He ordered, grasping Lysela's hand.
The dragon made a sort of nod, as brother and sister headed back towards the farm.
Days flew by fast, like a never-ending whirlwind. It was daily that Eragon finished his chores as early as possible, sometimes getting up earlier than the rest of the family to complete them by dawn.
He had to make sure he took Lysela with him each time he visited the dragon. By this, it would seem to Garrow that the two were just outside playing. And it was less of a risk.
But it definitely would become more obvious of the dragon's growth. And soon assistance would necessary. But for now, Eragon was in search of someone with the knowledge he required. To help him understand exactly the history of the Riders, and how he could care for so a large creature would be his only answer.
Eragon approached the village of Carvahall, he, his cousin, and sister arriving. The group divided, Roran heading off to repair the chisel like planned. Lysela and Eragon headed towards an old cabin he was familiar with in passing.
The house seemed that it was sufficient of the old man inhabiting it. He could tell it was different than most he spotted along the dirt road, just even by a quick glance.
Eragon sighed, hugging Lysela to his side. He knelt down before her, his eyebrows narrowed as he looked her straight in the eyes.
"Listen, Ly. You're better off just sitting and listening while I talk with him. Just…don't comment about anything," he explained hastily, as the girl shrugged.
"Fine. I won't cause any trouble," she answered sweetly. He raised his eyebrows, doubting it. Maybe he ought to just grab a rag and tie her mouth shut…
"You better not…" he replied, as they climbed up the steps to the house.
"Why would I?" she asked gently, as he knocked on the fair-sized wooden door.
"What do you want, boy?"
Little Bitty Cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'll pick up quickly. I'm excited to update, and will try to as much as I can.
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