Eragon: A Different Story

Chapter 3: Trouble

~Eragon~

The dragon was small, no longer than his forearm, but it was dignified and noble. It had scales of sapphire blue, the same shade as its egg. Eragon stared in surprise, "The dragons DO exist!" Of course he knew they existed but he never expected an ordinary farm boy to discover one. He reached out and touched the creature, then a blinding blue light filled the room and Eragon was blown back. Stunned, he crawled back to his previous position. There was a burning sensation in his palm, as he looked at it, he saw that his palm shimmered and formed a silver scar, it was shaped in a peculiar way that it resembled a curled up dragon. It was similar to the scar Jenna had on her palm, peculiarly shaped but it didn't glow like his did. He stayed up till dawn marvelling the creature; he even sneaked a piece of meat to feed it. "I have to take it away from here," thought Eragon, knowing that Garrow and Horst would not approve of him keeping a dragon.

That morning he left Carvahall with the dragon tucked up under his shirt, and ran straight to their tree house. He was constantly aware of its already developed claws and scales, taking caution not to let them scratch him. Eragon climbed up the rope ladder he had pulled down and was taken back when he saw Jenna already there.

"Jenna, what a surprise, I thought you were still back at Horst's place," exclaimed Eragon. He saw that she had her arrows and bow by her side, and realised that she was going hunting.

The dragon squeaked from inside his shirt, "What was that?" asked Jenna; she peered at his bulging shirt. She reached out to prod at it, but it let at a roar that sounded more like a croak, Jenna shouted and jumped back it surprise, "WHAT IS THAT?" Reluctantly Eragon showed her the small dragon, who threw a dirty look at Eragon as if I didn't like being hidden. Eragon put it on the table and the dragon showed off its beauty by walking up and down the table with grace and poise.

Jenna's eyes widened, "It's a dragon!" she gasped. This time she reached out and gently patted its head. The dragon drew away from her touch at first, but decided it was safe so it lent in to her hand. Jenna laughed and rubbed its belly.

"There's more as well," and Eragon showed her the glowing scar. Jenna stared at it,

"Well we're same now," her own scar.

Eragon and Jenna spent that morning playing with the dragon until the sun was high in the sky. When Jenna parted to go hunting, she asked him, "What are you going to name it?" When he didn't answer, she left.

Jenna's question stayed with him all through the day. He had left the dragon at the tree house, where Jenna would feed it every day. While he was walking through the town he spotted Brom's cottage, it made him think about the dragon tales he told the village not so long ago. "If Brom knows so much about the dragons and the Riders, maybe he can tell me more about them", Eragon thought.

~Jenna~

Jenna had come back from her hunt, with an extra piece of meat for Eragon's dragon. When she entered the tree house, the dragon was on the shelf, curiously looking at the statues that she had kept for herself: a small stone statue of their family when Marion, Garrow's wife, was still alive and a wooden one of her favourite bird, the sparrow. It was very detailed as you could see all of the features of the bird, making it almost lifelike. The dragon sniffed at the wooden sparrow, and tried to bite it, but the dragon realised it wasn't real so it jumped off the shelf and played with its tail.

The rope ladder creaked from the weight it carried and Eragon climbed up. "Jenna, I've just asked Brom about what he knows about dragons." He came over and said hello to the dragon.