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I think we should remain here for a few days. Hmmm ... maybe more, I haven't decided yet.

Eragon was about to drop another log into the fire when she'd spoke. Still holding it, he replied.

Wait. What? I thought we'd agreed to head back in the morning.

Mmmm ... no. You'd thought we'd return in the morning. I, on other hand, think we should remain here for a few days.

Eragon dropped the log into the fire, eliciting a protest of pops and crackles as a flurry of bright orange embers erupted into the air.

But we need to meet back up with the ship Saphira. He whined.

They're expecting us.

Saphira paused from cleaning the blood off her claws - the remains of an earlier kill - to look at him.

Not quite. While you were out bathing in the stream I took it upon myself to contact Umaroth and Glaedr, to let them know we are alright and to expect us in a few days. They were quite relieved and said they would pass my message along to the elves.

Saphira smiled.

So, my mate. They're not expecting us back for at least a few days.

But ...

Eragon began, a look of dismay showing on his face.

_Don't even try it! _

Saphira interrupted, resuming attention to her claws.

I'm not falling for another excuse about some interesting book you'd like to get back to. For the time being I should be the only subject occupying your thoughts. You and I have been separated for three days. and now that I've got you all to myself I plan to keep it that way.

Eragon sighed.

Saphira, we can be together on the ship. Besides, what could we possibly do out here for a few days?

Saphira flashed him a quick wink.

Oooohhhh. I can think of at least one thing.

Eragon's brow furrowed, looking at here in bewilderment as he stirred the fire.

What are you--

Then, raising his eye brows, he leaned against the rock he'd been using as a back-rest, sudden recognition showing on his face..

Oh! Uh, never mind.

He said, forcing a faint smile, cheeks flushed pink.

_Honestly Eragon. You're going to have to get used to the idea eventually. _

She teased, feeling his sudden embarrassment over their connection.

Eragon sighed.

Aye, I know. It's just ... well ... right now it's hard to get used to the idea of us ... uh ... you know.

Whatever do you mean? Saphira teased again.

Perhaps you should ... elaborate?

Eragon fidgeted, covering his fading smile in a mock cough.

Saphira rolled her eyes.

Oh, relax. I'm just teasing. Besides, I'm sure it will become easier for you to accept once your transformation is complete. By then your dragon instincts should be well developed. Hmmm ... and other parts too. She added, her gaze lowering to fixate on Eragon's groin.

"Saphira please," Eragon chuckled, squirming under her gaze.

"You've been at me since you woke up from your nap."

Well, what did you expect? Saphira snorted.

From the image you showed me you promise to be a very handsome dragon ... and mate.

Saphira growled, seductively.

Besides, if you think I'm at you now, just wait until you're a dragon in full. As I'd taught Firnen, I look forward to teaching you the another form of dragon courtship.

Eragon gulped, eyes widening at the sudden memory of her aggressive display towards Firnen when they'd first met.

You wouldn't ... would you?

Saphira thrummed, shrugging.

Why not? It's our way. I'm sure your instincts will prepare you for a dragon's preferred form of ... foreplay. I think you'll find it quite ... engaging.

Beaming, she added.

Just imagine it. Soon we'll mate, consummating our partnership. If all goes well, you'll be a sire ... and I'll be a dam.

Eragon stood suddenly.

Gods Saphira! Do you have to speak so openly about it?

What? I'm looking forward to joining with you, and to hatchlings of my own. Aren't you? Aren't you looking forward to joining with me? Aren't you looking forward to raising a family?

Eragon began rubbing his neck.

Well ... aye. Of... of course I am. I have thought about it, but ... well ... thinking about it and talking about it are two different things.

Softly chuckling, he added.

I ... its just that ... well ... I've only just learned I'm to be your mate. In fact, it was only just the other night I accepted you as mine and now we're already speaking of ... of mating and of ... children ... er, hatchlings. I guess it's just moving along faster than I'm accustomed to. It's not as if it's been a topic of frequent conversion between us. Besides, I'm not exactly accustomed to openly discussing the manner in which offspring occur. In Carvahall we didn't speak so openly about such things. Up until now Arya had been my closest encounter with any kind of ... intimacy. And that was nothing compared to this!

Saphira looked at him, nodding.

Ah, I see. Well Eragon, my mate. You're to be a dragon soon. You'll need to get used to a dragon's way of thinking and behaving. Our race doesn't share the same customs and ... mmmm ... reservations as do humans. Something I suppose I'll never understand about them. It's the natural order of all living things. What's wrong with speaking about it openly, especially between mates?

She grinned, shooting him another wink.

Besides, you don't know what awaits you. The mating habits of dragons can be a very passionate affair. Hmmm ... consider it one of the gifts of being a dragon. One I'm sure you won't regret. You didn't seem to mind my show of intimacy earlier today. You're likely more ready than you think.

Eragon rolled his eyes, looking away from her.

Saphira please! Can we just talk about something else?

Saphira sighed, rolling her eyes again.

Humph, alright. What would like to talk about?

Eragon thought a moment then said. Why don't we --

"Ouch!" He yelped, jerking his hand from his neck to look at it as blood seeped from a shallow cut in his palm.

Are you alright?

Saphira asked, looking at him with concern.

Eragon nodded.

Aye, I'm fine. I just cut my hand on something, that's all.

He uttered a quick spell to heal the wound then reached round the back of his neck, tentatively feeling for its cause.

_What is that? _

He thought, gently touching the smooth, spade shaped object that appeared to be protruding from underneath his skin. Shaking his head in bewilderment, he spoke.

Saphira, can you come take a look at my neck? I've got something on it but don't know what it is.

Saphira stood and walked to Eragon as he turned around, lifting the hair from his neck to allow her a better view. She studied the object for a moment then drew her head back in surprise as it flashed a quick sparkle from the light of the fire reflecting off of it.

Do you see anything? He asked.

Saphira tentatively brought her head close, sniffing his neck.

Aye, I see something but I'm not sure what it is either.

The object flashed again. Saphira drew back in surprise, this time with a snort. Cocking her head she eyed the object from a safer vantage point; then, looking down, noticed that the back of Eragon's shirt was littered with small tears. Saphira sniffed again then narrowed her eyes.

Lift up the back of your shirt.

Eragon turned his head, looking over his shoulder.

Why? What do you see?

I'm not sure yet, just do it. Saphira replied, taking another sniff.

Eragon sighed; then, righting his head, reached round and pulled the back of his shirt up. Saphira drew back again, snorting in surprise. Littering his bare back were a number of small shiny objects protruding from underneath his skin. As Eragon shifted they glittered, flashing amethyst sparkles as they reflected the light of the fire. Saphira brought her head close, her nose almost touching his back, and then sniffed again.

Do you feel anything on your back? She asked.

No, not really. It's been itching a bit lately though. I've had to scratch it several times on the rock I was leaning against. Why do you ask?

_Hold on, let me try something. _

Saphira sniffed again; then, lightly touching the tip of her snout against his back, gently pushed up on the objects. Her movement was followed by a faint rasp-like sound as the scales on her snout rubbed and lifted the objects on Eragon's back. He recoiled, loosing his shirt.

Ouch! What did you just do?

Saphira cringed.

Sorry, I didn't think it would hurt. She paused for a moment; then, nodding, smiled thoughtfully.

Your back is littered with a number of objects similar to the one on your neck. I think I know what they are.

Eragon turned round to face her, watching as she smiled at him. Well? What do you think they are?

Saphira's smile grew wider, revealing at set of sharp, white teeth.

I think they're scales.

Eragon remained silent, brows raised in surprise. His expression soon softened then he shrugged, a faint smile forming on his face.

Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, after all I am to be a dragon. It was bound to happen eventually ... although I have to admit ... I didn't expect it to happen quite like this.

He looked down, bringing a hand up to scratch his chin. After a moment he looked back up at her and said.

I wonder if there are any more.

Saphira growled softly in acknowledgement and then couched before him, looking expectantly.

There's only one way to find out.

Eragon nodded.

_Aye, I suppose there is. _

Following a deep breath he reached to unbutton his shirt then removed it and set it on the rock nearby. His chest was littered with small objects that sparkled sapphire in the fire light. Afraid to look down he asked.

Well, do you see anything?

Saphira nodded, her jaws parting in a wide grin.

Aye, just like your back. I think it safe to say they're scales.

Eragon looked down hesitantly then gasped.

Gods! There's so many of them! And they're ... they're glittering. I feel as if I'm wearing a breast plate of jewels!

Saphira brought her head down then flicked her tongue, gently licking his cheek, and then softly nuzzled him.

And they're a perfect color. Sapphire, like mine. They're very becoming.

Eragon chuckled, gently pushing her head away.

Okay, okay I get it. You like them.

Looking down he reached a hand up to grasp one between his thumb and index finger, tentatively wriggling it. Saphira drew her head close again, sniffing.

Does it hurt? She asked.

Eragon shook his head.

No. Not this time. It feels funny though. There's a tingling sensation, but no pain.

Looking up at her he shrugged and smiled.

I'd been wondering how the transformation might progress. I wonder what's next.

Saphira yawned and then, smacking her chops, replied.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Eragon chuckled. Tired are we?

Saphira yawned again then rose to her feet.

Aye. I don't think I've gotten much sleep over the past few days.

Eragon replied, raising his eye brows in mock surprise.

Really? You napped practically all afternoon, then relaxed them and chuckled again. Soundly I might add. Did you know you snore?

Saphira turned, heading back to her spot at the outer edge of their encampment.

Humph. Why don't you try going a few days with little or no sleep and see how you feel after only one afternoon of rest.

Reaching her spot, she uttered a soft growl; then, crouching, relaxed onto her flank, lifted a wing and looked at him expectantly.

Coming?

Eragon yawned.

_Aye, I think so. I suddenly feel tired myself. _

He reached for his shirt, put it back on, then grabbed two more logs and put them on the fire, eliciting another flurry of bright orange embers. Turning to walk to Saphira, he paused.

You're not going to try anything tonight, are you?

Catching his meaning, Saphira thought a moment then smiled.

No promises, my mate. After all, you resemble more and more the likeness of a male dragon. With you so close it might be hard for me to ... resist.

Eragon smiled, shaking his head.

Well then I guess I'll just have to make myself as resistible as possible.

He thought a moment then added.

Then again. If you think you won't be able to control yourself I can always sleep over here next to the fire.

Saphira lowered her head, scratching an itch with one of her fore-claws, lowering her wing after, rose to her feet and looked at him.

Or, if you prefer, I can walk over there, grab you, and bring you back here with me. Either way you're sleeping with me tonight.

Eragon's smile instantly faded.

No, no. I don't think that will be necessary. Since it appears I've little option I'd prefer to come on my own.

Saphira uttered an approving growl then relaxed onto her flank and raised her wing just in time for him to lie down next to her. As he nestled into her warm belly she craned her head round then flicked the tip of her tongue in another gentle lick across his cheek.

Good night, my mate. She added with a smile, her chest vibrating in a soft hum.

Eragon returned the smile then, reaching up, gently rubbed her snout and leaned forward to softly kiss it. And to you, my mate.

Saphira growled, contentedly.

_That was nice. You should do it more often. _

Eragon smiled wider then stroked her snout once more. After which he relaxed his expression then leaned back to rest his head against the crook between he upper hind limb and her belly. Saphira laid her head at his feet, gently breathing in his scent, then lowered her wing over them both and closed her eyes.

Eragon lay listening to her breathing as it slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep.

I'm going to be a father ... er ... a sire one day.

He thought, smiling as he closed his eyes.

Under the canopy of her wing, Saphira's scent began to build. With no way to vent into the surrounding air it eventually reached Eragon's nose which, due to his transformation, was heightened to the appealing aroma. The scent filling his nostrils, coupled with his proximity to her, began to stir his thoughts in new ways. His newly developing draconic instincts responded in like fashion, manifesting themselves by a sudden swelling and tightness in the front of his trews. Eragon squirmed and fidgeted, throwing his eyes open as he caught his breath.

_Gods! __Am I going to have to endure this every night? _

He thought, shifting uncomfortably, following with several deep breaths to calm the sudden flush. Saphira released a sudden, involuntary, growl then began to hum softly. Eragon immediately raised his mental barriers, fearing possible exposure of his most recent, intimate, thoughts towards his rather aromatic mate. He sighed again, rolled to his side, then turned his nose away from her body in hopes of dampening the effects of the appealing aroma. He closed his eyes and thought.

I fear this might be a long night!

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Saphira stirred, breathing deeply, and then opened her eyes, blinking several times to focus. She looked up at the membrane of her wing, noticing that it glowed faintly with the light of a coming day.

Hmmm, it must be just after sunrise. She thought.

The morning was quiet save for the songs sung by a flock of morning birds in the nearby trees, and the gentle rhythm of Eragon's breathing, interrupted by an occasional snore. Saphira chuckled softly.

I wonder if Eragon knows he snores too.

She lifted her wing, and then her head, gently stretching her neck before looking at him. She chuckled softly again, cocking her head in a quizzical expression at the odd way he was sleeping.

Why is he sleeping that way? She thought.

During the night he'd rolled so that he faced away from her body, and then, for reasons unknown to her, pulled the collar of his shirt in such a way that it covered his mouth and nose.

Humph. Perhaps I'll ask him about it when he wakes.

Gently, and quietly, she got to her feet, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep, then stretched and walked into a smaller clearing - encircled by a thicket of trees - to relieve herself. Following, she walked across the hollow, over the small ridge, and down to the stream to drink. A short while later she returned to find Eragon awake, sitting on the ground, stretching his arms over his head. He yawned then brought his arms down and looked at her.

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Saphira stopped in front of him, rested on her haunches, and then brought her head down to gently lick his neck, eliciting a loving nip on her snout in response. Following she nuzzled his chest then brought her head up and spoke, a smile on her face.

Good morning. Aye. I slept well and, from the looks of the way I left you, I'd say you did too.

Eragon yawned again then stood.

Aye. I think I did.

Breathing in deeply, he observed.

Gods! It smells so ... so wonderful out here! So ... different!

His nose twitched as a new, appealing scent - carried gently by a southerly breeze - caught his attention.

I smell something new, something ... good! He said, his stomach suddenly rumbling with hunger.

Saphira swiveled her head slightly, catching the scent on the breeze.

_Aye. That, my mate, would be breakfast. There's a small family of deer a short distance to the north of here. _

Craning her head back round to look at him, she added.

They're too far off for an elf's sensitive nose. The fact that you can smell them now must mean your draconic sense of smell is becoming keener.

Curious to learn more, he asked.

How do you know it's a family of deer and not just one?

She sniffed again.

There are several distinct scents. Judging from the musky tint I'd say one of them is a stag joined by three or four does.

Eragon took another sniff then asked, quizzically.

How can you tell them apart? I can only smell one.

Saphira chuckled softly.

I'm a dragon Eragon, it's an inherent skill. Although I had to master it further through Glaedr's training I've always possessed the ability. All dragons posses it. I suspect even you. You'll probably just need more time to learn how to use it. I can teach you if you want.

Nodding thoughtfully, he replied.

Aye, I think I'd like that. Then he breathed again, relishing the aroma. Well. Shall we go get breakfast?

Saphira chuckled again.

We?

Of course! If I'm to be a dragon I may as well get a jump on learning the basics in dragon hunting techniques.

Grinning mischievously, he added.

After all. What kind of a dragon would I be if my mate had to fetch my meals for me?

Saphira loosed a smoky chuckle. Well aren't we eager!

Craning her head round, she inspected the scales adorning her back and flanks. After a few moments she swiveled her head back to look at him.

Alright, oh eager hunter. You can join me. But first we're going for a swim. My scales need preening. They're rather dull from a buildup of grime and lack of attention over the past few days. I want that herd to see me gleaming from the skies when we take them on. They should see me coming from quite a ways off. It should make for a more exciting hunt if they have a head start. I'll have more time to give chase.

Nuzzling him, she added.

And you'll have more time to watch and learn.

Eragon looked at her, quizzically.

A swim? You mean there's water nearby?

Saphira gestured, lifting her head slightly to indicate the water's direction.

Aye. You should be able to smell it yourself. There's a body of water, a lake possibly, a short distance to the west of here.

Eragon smiled, thoughtfully.

Hmmm, I wonder if it's the same lake we'd crossed two days ago.

_Mmmm, could be. Why don't we go find out? _

She replied then crouched as he leapt astride her back, taking hold of the familiar spike at the base of her neck. Making sure he was secure, she flapped her wings with a mighty thrust and leapt into the air. Soaring over the trees, she banked west towards a large lake that glittered in the distance. Eragon let go of the spike, raising both arms level with his shoulders - as if to take flight - and looked, with wonder, upon the breathtaking view outstretched before them. The canopy of green was painted with the brilliant orange rays of the morning sun, appearing to him of a deeper and more vibrant shade as he took in the scene through his newly forming dragon eyes.

"Gods!" He whispered.

It's so beautiful Saphira! Never could I imagine a sight like this!

Saphira chuckled.

Consider it yet another gift of being a dragon. Then she added, flirtatiously. You've many more to experience, my mate.

Mmhm, I'll wager that. He chuckled, bringing a hand down to gently rub her neck.

As they drew near the lake Saphira gently flapped her wings, angling higher into the sky. As she leveled off Eragon leaned forward, wrapping her neck in a warm embrace, to look out over the glittering lake below. Breathing a contented sigh, he marveled at the beautiful site before him, second only to the beautiful dragoness upon which he flew. Resting his chin on one of her shoulders, he gently rubbed her neck and said.

I love you, Saphira.

Saphira swiveled her head to look at him with a single, gleaming sapphire eye.

_I know. I can see it in your eyes, and feel it your heart. In fact, I've not seen you this happy in a long while. _

She smiled at him as her eye narrowed in contentment.

I love you too.

Righting her head, she banked into a wide turn, heading for a deeper part of the lake. Eragon shifted, moving to rest his chin on her opposite shoulder.

Aye. I suppose you're right. I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life. For once it seems as if everything has simply ... fallen into place. I'm in love with the fairest of all dragons, flying over the most beautiful lake I've ever seen. I can't think of a more perfect moment. I feel as if I could fly to the sun right now. Under my own power at that!

Saphira hummed; then, teasingly, replied.

Flattering words, my mate. But, when the time comes, I expect you to show me the extent of your love.

Eragon smiled, thoughtfully.

Saphira. When the time comes, I will.

I'll be sure to hold you to that. She teased again.

They arrived over the deepest part of the lake a short while later, at which time Saphira felt Eragon's weight shift on her back. Craning her head round to investigate, she saw that he'd stood, balancing on her back with arms outstretched to either side.

What are you doing?

Flashing a glance at the lake below, he looked at her with a wide smile.

I think I'd like to experience for myself what it feels like to fly. A dive into the lake from here should do just that!

Saphira chuckled.

Are you sure? We're awfully high.

Eragon flashed another glance at the lake then replied.

We're not that high. I think I can manage it. Care to do me the honor?

Saphira thought for a moment then nodded.

Alright. If you think you're up to it.

At that she looked ahead and cropped her wings, entering into a shallow dive, while Eragon knelt, readying himself. With a thrust of his legs he closed his eyes and leapt from her back, entering into a free-fall with arms outstretched. Saphira flared her wings, veering to one side to give him room, and then cropped them in pursuit. As he fell she circled him, smiling at the wonder on his face.

Enjoying yourself? She asked.

Eragon opened his eyes to look at her.

Absolutely! I can hardly wait until I've wings of my own!

Nearing the lake, he maneuvered into a somersault; then, extending his arms above his head, straightened in preparation for a dive into the lake that was fast approaching. He entered with a splash, feeling the sudden chill as the cold water enveloped his body. Saphira leveled off, coming about in watch for him to resurface. When he did she cropped her wings again, diving into the lake with a big splash a short distance off to his side.

Turning his head to the point she'd dove in, he loosed a jubilant shout while gently moving his arms beneath the water to keep afloat. Not long after he felt a stir beneath him; then, taken by surprise, was suddenly lifted from the water as Saphira emerged with him upon her snout. With a quick flick of her head she tossed him into the air, watching with joy as he somersaulted into a dive a short distance ahead. Saphira fanned her wings, laying them to rest on the surface of the water, floating patiently for him to resurface. Eragon swam the short distance back to her from underneath the water; then, cutting the surface, exploded into a boisterous laugh, splashing her with water in a playful gesture. Saphira eyed him for a moment then grinned.

I can do one better than that!

She said, bringing her head lower. Opening her maw, she took in a drought of water and raised her head; then, closing her maw slightly, pushed with her tongue, sending streams of water atop Eragon's head.

Saphira!

Eragon laughed, pulling the hair back away from his face with both hands.

Top that! She playfully growled.

Eragon narrowed his eyes in thought; then, grinning mischievously, slowly sank beneath the surface, out of her sight. Saphira's eyes darted over the water as she attempted to discern his next move.

What are you up to, Eragon?

Her answer was quick in coming when, all of a sudden, she burst into a smoky chuckle, wriggling furiously to escape the tickle of fingers dancing over the thin layer of sensitive scales between her chest and left foreleg. Aided by her wings, she swam forward a short distance, attempting to escape him.

Eragon stop! That tickles!

Eragon surfaced in front of her a moment later, grinning profusely.

I had no idea you were so ticklish Saphira. Grinning wider, he added. Now that I know I've plans to exploit it to the full.

His only reply was a snort and quick dunk beneath the water by a paw swiftly placed atop his head.

They frolicked in the cool water, enjoying each other's company, awhile longer. At Saphira's request Eragon aided in preening her scales, cleaning and polishing them with handfuls of course, wet sand collected from the bottom of the lake until they gleamed with the light of the sun. After which Eragon rested, lazing the remainder of the morning upon her forelegs - which she'd raised closer to the surface - while Saphira peacefully floated.

Eragon's stomach rumbled in hunger.

Hmmm, I'm starving. I worked up quite an appetite from all this swimming and play ... and grooming. What say we go and get breakfast now?

Saphira cocked her head, regarding him with at single eye, and then nodded.

Aye. I worked up quite an appetite myself. A nice meal, and perhaps a nap afterwards, sounds very inviting.

At that Eragon swam to her side, and then climbed astride her back. Once he was settled Saphira flapped her wings furiously, taking them into the sky where she banked north in the direction of the unsuspecting deer.

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The doe tentatively sniffed the wild elder-berry bush, looking expectantly for another sweet morsel. A bright, sapphire gleam flashed from the distant sky, catching the attention of a magnificent stag that was grazing nearby. He froze, his gaze drawn to the source of the flash, carefully sniffing the air. The three does grazing nearby raised their heads with a start, ears pitched forward, watching expectantly for his next move. The stag snorted then casually resumed grazing, the does following suit soon after, all unaware of the danger fast approaching from above.

Eragon tensed, taking hold of the spike at the base of her neck, as Saphira growled, swishing her tail in frustration.

I don't think they noticed you Saphira. Perhaps they've never been hunted by a dragon before.

Eragon flexed his legs, gently prodding her in the flanks with his feet, and then quipped.

Or ... maybe you're just losing your touch, eh?

Saphira rolled her head, snorting in protest; then Eragon offered.

Perhaps you should try a more ... direct approach?

Saphira swished her tail again and growled.

With pleasure!

As she drew nearer to the clearing in which they grazed the sun light reflected off her scales, eliciting another bright flash. Again the deer below froze, carefully sniffing the air, but still appearing unalarmed. Saphira growled again; then, cropping her wings, accelerated into a shallow dive while flexing her talons in readiness. A moment later she loosed a mighty roar followed by a plume of fire from her maw. The end result she'd expected from the fierce display was immediate as the deer jolted, making a frenzied dash in the direction opposite her approach. Saphira watched with satisfaction as she swooped over her prey, scattering them in separate directions. Eragon held tight, intently watching her every move, while Saphira banked into a sharp turn, coming about in pursuit of two does that'd veered close to the other in their escape. Saphira eyed them intently, flexing her talons in readiness for attack. Flying low, she swayed left to right and back, matching the evasive attempts of the does just below her. In a desperate move the does leapt, coming about sharply to double-back in an attempt to escape. But it was too late.

Anticipating the move, Saphira swiftly moved one of her talons, plucking the doe nearest her from the ground. Taking its head in her jaws, she bit down; then, with lighting speed, snapped its neck. Loosing her jaws, she held its lifeless body in a single claw as she banked into another sharp turn in pursuit of the second doe. She made quick work of it as she swiftly approached, plucking it from the ground and ending its life in the same manner as the first. With a doe dangling from each claw, Saphira ascended into the sky, banking east towards their camp. They arrived a short time later.

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Flapping her wings furiously, Saphira reared, touching down on her hind legs. Dropping the does to her side, she came to rest on her forelegs. Eragon dismounted, loosing a breath of relief as Saphira folded her wings to her sides. Patting her on the neck, he said.

That was amazing! Is it always that exciting?

Saphira moved her head to sniff the does then looked at him.

Aye, I consider it one of the highlights of being a dragon. If you think that was amazing just wait until you can try it firsthand. Now comes the best part.

At that she took hold of a doe, pulling it closer to her. With a razor sharp claw she sliced a generous cut of meat from the doe's hind quarter and handed it to Eragon.

Breakfast is served!

Eragon took it from her with both hands, eyeing it hungrily while licking his lips; then, following several tentative sniffs, took a mouthful of the tender flesh. Saphira snorted in surprise.

You're not going to cook it?

Savoring the morsel as he chewed, he shook his head.

Mmmm, oh no! I don't think so. I never thought it could taste so good ... raw. It's so much tenderer and ... delectable. I never knew what I was missing!

Saphira chuckled while preparing to devour the first of the does.

Well. I think it's safe to say we're witnessing yet another change in you resulting from your transformation. __Humph. After all the times I tried to get you to eat meat and now find it took you becoming a dragon to finally convince you.

Eragon nodded in acknowledgement and sunk his teeth into the fine meal, devouring it with gusto. While he ate Saphira crouched and, taking the first doe in her jaws, tore off a leg and swallowed it whole.

After finishing their meal Saphira settled into her familiar spot at the outer edge of their encampment and began to clean her fore-paws. Eragon walked to the stream to wash the blood and bits of meat from his hands and face. When he returned Saphira was already indulging a nap in the warm sun. Yawning, he walked over and sat beside her, leaned against her shoulder then closed his eyes for a nap. He was fast asleep soon after.

---

Both slept in the warm sun until late afternoon. During that time, Eragon's transformation accelerated. The scales on his back, neck and chest grew, flattening into a shiny network of overlapping armor. Some of the scales caught in the fabric of his shirt as they grew, leaving it in near shambles from a series of gaping tears. Scales also formed on his arms, legs and the back of his hands. Again some caught on the fabric of his sleeves and trews, leaving gaping tears. The nails on his fingers and toes formed into the likeness of claws, growing and curving into the razor sharp wares of a dragon. The claws on his toes grew as such that they cut through the tough fabric of his boots. The soles of his feet and palms of his hands darkened and roughened into the sensitive pads of a dragon's paws. Upon his face and scalp grew a smaller, softer set of scales. The ones on his scalp effectively clipped the hair from his head as they grew, leaving it to drape in tufts upon his shoulders. Lastly, a set of sapphire nubs formed along the inner ridge of his brow just above the nasal cavity - the beginnings of a dragon's horns. By the time the changes finished Eragon resembled a creature who was half dragon and half elf, possessing the outer appearance of a dragon while still in the form of a elf.

It was Saphira who first woke, opening her eyes with a start at the strange form leaning against her shoulder. She lifted her head, blinking in surprise; then, realizing who it was, drew in close to tentatively sniff him.

_Eragon's going to be quite taken when he wakes. _

She thought, bringing her head back up to fondly look at him. Chuckling softly, she thought.

_Hmmm, I wonder. _

Deciding to act, she brought her head down close to him again. It can't hurt. He might even consider it a pleasant way to be woken from his nap.

Tentatively she sniffed his neck; then, flicking her tongue, began to gently lick and nibble it, stopping occasionally to spit out tufts hair that caught in her mouth. Eragon began to stir moments later. Brushing her snout with one of his newly forming paws, he murmured.

"Hmmm, Saphira stop it. That tickles."

She continued her ministrations, replying.

Sorry, my mate, but it's time to wake. There's something you need to see.

Attempting to brush her away again, he settled into a more comfortable position, murmuring.

"Can't it wait Saphira?" Stifling a yawn, he added.

"I'm comfortable here. Can't we just nap for awhile longer?"

Nibbling just a little harder, she replied.

Mmmm. No, I think not. In fact, I think you're really going to want to see this.

Eragon sighed. Saphira drew her head back as he slowly opened his eyes. Blinking them several times, he yawned again and looked to see Saphira watching him with a smile on her face.

What? He asked, quizzically.

With a slight move of her head, Saphira gestured towards the pair of paws resting in Eragon's lap.

See for yourself. She offered.

He looked down; then, seeing them, jolted with surprise.

Gah! What in the--

Saphira chuckled. I told you you'd want to see this.

Eragon looked with a mixture of wonder and dismay at what used to be his hands. His gaze moved from his hands up along his arms where he noticed small tears in the fabric of his shirt. Looking down, he moved to feel his chest and noticed more gaping tears in his shirt. Glancing up, he noticed the small tears in his trousers, and then the individual claws protruding from his boots.

Gods! He gasped, gawking as he looked Saphira in the face. All of this happened in just a few hours?

Saphira nodded, acknowledging his observation.

Apparently so. Why don't you stand up so I can get a better look at you?

Shaking his head in wonder, Eragon stood and moved out away from her a few paces. Pulling his shirt away from his body, he shook his head and said.

Well I don't think I'll need this anymore.

Saphira stood and began to slowly circle him.

Why don't you take it off then? So I can see the extent of the changes.

Eragon thought a moment then shrugged and removed the tattered garment. He then lifted his arms slightly, rotating them to inspect in full. The outer side of each was layered in a fine network of hardened scales that shone with a brilliant amethyst iridescence. His inner arms were layered with a network of smaller, softer scales that where paler and colored in a mixture of amethyst and sapphire. Turning his palms to inspect them he observed that each digit possessed the beginnings of a sapphire claw, curved and slightly tapered into a razor sharp edge. The skin along each digit, and palm, had puffed slightly, forming a hardened layer of pale-blue skin that formed pads. Flexing what were once his toes, he noted the new tightness that'd resulted from the change in his feet. Kneeling down, he undid each boot and removed it then stood, noting the pleasant difference as his claws flexed more freely. Coming round to face him, Saphira sat upon her haunches and nodded with an approving growl.

I must say you're looking quite impressive. If this keeps up you'll be very striking to look at.

Cocking her head slightly she added.

Hmmm, there's just one more thing.

Bringing her head down she gently sniffed the waist line just above his groin; then, gently prodding it, asked.

Aren't you going to remove these too?

The color of the amethyst scales on Eragon's face deepened slightly as he blushed. Pushing her head away gently he chuckled.

I think not. I'd like to hold on to what modesty I have left ... at least a while longer.

Saphira snorted.

Honestly Eragon! I was just curious to see how far the changes progressed.

Softening her expression, she narrowed her eyes in mischievousness.

Still. You can't really blame me for trying, can you?

Eragon chuckled.

No. I suppose not. Even so, I'm sorry Saphira. You're just going to have to wait a bit longer.

His only reply was a disapproving growl.

---

Later that night, while Saphira slept, Eragon lay beneath her wing, struggling to find sleep. Like the previous night her scent accumulated beneath the canopy of her wing. Since then, his draconic sense of smell heightened further to the effects of it, creating in him intense desire for the mate that lay so close. Eragon rolled away from her body, covering his nose in attempt to shield it from the aroma. It did not have the effect he'd hoped for.

_Gods! This is impossible! I'm never going to get any sleep! _

He thought, barring his mind from her as he squirmed.

Gah! I've got to get out of here! I need to get some air ... to clear my mind.

Pausing to listen that she was still asleep, he moved to gently lift her wing and crawl out from underneath it.

And where do you think you're going? Came Saphira's voice.

Eragon froze then whispered under his breath. "Brazul!"

_I heard that! _She said, eyes opening slightly to look at him.

Eragon lowered her wing and sighed.

I'm going for a walk Saphira. I'd like to get a drink and ... get some air.

Eragon heard the soft chuckle of her voice in his mind.

Why? Something keeping you awake?

Eragon flashed a glance at her, replying sternly.

Saphira?

Saphira rumbled softly.

Well, well. Aren't we a little touchy? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to develop the temper of a dragon too.

"Saphira?" He murmured, his voice a bit louder.

Saphira closed her eyes then sighed and lifted her wing for him.

Alright, alight. But don't be gone too long, or I'm coming to look for you.

Eragon growled and climbed out from beside her, walking towards the stream with mild irritation as he listened to the soft echo of her chuckle in his mind. A short time later he reached the stream where he knelt to take a drink. Sated, he stood then paused in thought, looking back the way he'd come.

Hmmm, I don't think Saphira will mind if I continue on for a little while longer.

At that, he turned to follow along the stream, carefully navigating the forest which was dimly lit by a crescent moon hovering in the sky. It was some time later when he noticed two shining orbs glowing from the far edge of a small clearing that was on the opposite side of the stream. Suspecting that the orbs were the sapphire eyes of Ar'Din, he crossed the stream, and then the clearing until finally reaching the onyx dragon who was awaiting his arrival.

Greetings Eragon-Skulblakahjarta! Came the voice of Ar'Din.

Eragon favored him with a quick nod then said.

Well met Ar'Din. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

Ar'Din chuckled softly.

Not even fully a dragon yet and you already carry with you the confidence and nobility of one. This is good.

Ar'Din approached him; then, resting on his haunches, said.

First I present you with another gift.

He lifted one of his paws and opened it to reveal a glowing, tear-shaped sapphire resting in it. The very same tear Saphira shed only days before. Eragon eyed the jewel for a moment then, reaching up, took it from Ar'Din. Looking at it, he asked.

What is it?

Ar'Din relaxed into a crouch then replied.

A symbol of the great love that now binds you and your mate, Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. Keep it with you always and remember that as long as it glows, Saphira lives. No matter how far the distance stretches between you and your mate, or how dark the moment seems. As long it glows you have hope of being re-united with her.

Eragon quickly looked to Ar'Din as a sudden fear welled in him.

What do you mean? Is ... is she in some kind of danger?

Ar'Din growled.

The time of your trial approaches Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. Although he was brought to foot, following the survivor's escape of Ter'Olen, Mot'Gar was not destroyed. Soon he will wake and resume his campaign to seize Ter'Olen for himself. He will attempt to destroy you at all costs and seize the dragon eggs you carry, that they might be made subjects to him. From there he will work to build his dark kingdom, spreading his rule of tyranny across the island in which Ter'Olen rests and beyond. If he succeeds all races in every land across the known world will be enslaved, imprisoned for all time under a rule far direr than that of the egg-breaker king.

Eragon bared his teeth. Swiftly turning from Ar'Din, he gripped the sapphire tear tightly and growled.

Why didn't you tell me about this before? And what does Saphira have to do it?

Ar'Din growled again.

Before this night you were not ready to know about the trial that awaits you Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. Just as a hatching must be fed little by little, until it grows stronger, so it was with you that revelation required carful measure, allowing you to adjust and grow into maturity. As for Saphira? Mot'Gar will be formidable for he possesses great power. In spite of his power he covets but one, the power of fore-sight, to see of things to come. Like the other enchanted female Saphira was bestowed the gift of fore-sight, a gift that will be needed if you are to succeed in defeating him. Because of your bond with her you share in the fruits of this gift. It was the source of your dream that foretold of your departure from Alagasia. You must guard the knowledge of her gift very carefully. If Mot'Gar learns of it he will stop at nothing to seize her and attempt to wield its power for himself.

Eragon quickly turned to face the onyx dragon, pinning him with a steely gaze, eyes aflame with rage.

Accursed! All of this, accursed! Why do you bring me this news! Why? I scarcely believe I can rule as king and now you're telling me of a battle that I must no doubt lead, in the hopes of defeating an enemy who was responsible for the fall of dragons long since dead! Moreover, you're telling me that Saphira might be in danger? I almost lost her once. I can't go through that again! Never!

Ar'Din stood, raising his wings above his head.

You will not lead an army into battle against him Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. When the day of reckoning comes you will face him in battle yourself ... you and him. This is the only way.

Eragon looked away in disgust.

Argh! If what you say is true you ask the impossible of me!

Ar'Din shook his head.

You've been given all that you require to defeat him Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. You must trust in this for not everything is at it seems. In the meantime remain true to the destiny before you. Search and learn well the memories I've given you. Guard well the secret of Saphira's gift. Share it with no one, not even her! Love her as she has loved you. Guard well your friends, the elves and Eldunari`, as they will guard you. Seek them in time of need and attempt nothing alone, save the coming battle with Mot'Gar. Lastly, guard well the dragon eggs you carry with you and lead them back to the land of their ancestors.

Ar'Din released a low rumble as his sapphire eyes grew brighter.

And now. Now it is time for you to rise.

Eragon looked at him, quizzically.

To rise? What do you--

Before he could finish the thought he was struck by a sudden dizziness. Stumbling back several paces he said.

"What ... what's happening to me?"

Ar'Din advanced, eyes glowing brighter.

It is time for you to rise as king.

Overcome by dizziness Eragon stumbled to one knee. In desperation he pleaded.

"W ... Wait! Don't do this!"

Fearing an impending black-out, he called out with his mind.

Saphira!

Eragon collapsed to the ground soon after. His last thought before he lost consciousness was the sound of Saphira's angered roar echoing in the distance.

Ar'Din stood over him.

Do not fear Eragon-Skulblakahjarta. You shall awake with a new name, a new form and a new purpose.

Stepping back several paces, Ar'Din lifted his head to the sky. A deep rumble formed in the pit of his chest as he opened his maw. A moment later he let loose a ball of fire that rose to the heavens, hovering for just a moment before exploding into a brilliant ring of violet flame. Slowly the ring began to spin, turning faster and faster, all the while growing brighter and brighter, until it shone like the sun from the clearing below. Suddenly a pillar of violet fire shot from its center, descending until it engulfed Eragon's limp body, which twitched then slowly rose into the air where it stopped just level with the top of Ar'Dins head. Slowly it began to turn as its lifeless limbs dangled in the air.

Saphira arrived a moment later, coming into a swift landing; then folding her wings, roared and charged towards Ar'Din in a hurried gait. Ar'Din turned and leapt from the ground, landing a short distance ahead of her, barring her path to Eragon. With a mighty roar that shook the ground he flared his wings in a defensive posture, stopping Saphira in a face-off just short of him.

Peace Saphira-Brightscales! __I cannot allow you to interfere with the final stage of his transformation! Do not fear for him, your mate will not be harmed!

Saphira side-stepped in attempt to pass him but Ar'Din matched her move. Baring her teeth, she growled.

Let me pass dragon or I'll rip you to shreds!

Ar'Din stood-fast, lowering his wings slightly.

If you will not believe the giver of your prophecy then believe your own senses. Reach out to him and feel his thoughts. Do they reveal any hint of turmoil or pain?

Saphira snarled again then flashed a look at Eragon's body and reached out to him with her mind. Satisfied he was in no immediate danger, she relaxed only just slightly.

_It appears you're telling the truth. _

Narrowing her eyes at him, she added.

But if you wish to convince me of his safety you can start by letting me pass so I can go to him.

Ar'Din lowered his wings.

As you wish Saphira-Brightscales. But I warn you, do not interfere!

At this Ar'Din stepped aside, extending a wing in gesture towards Eragon. Saphira slowly advanced and passed while keeping her eyes fixed on him. Ar'Din returned the gaze in equal measure while she passed, following her soon after as she drew close to the brilliant pillar of fire surrounding her mate. Saphira circled it, occasionally flicking her tongue to smell the air. Continuing her inspection, she glanced at Ar'Din - who'd rested on his haunches - several times before turning her attention back to Eragon. Convinced of his relative safety, she rested on her haunches opposite Ar'Din and watched with a mixture of wonder and caution as Eragon's body continued to change.

By the time she'd sat to watch the transformation's progression Eragon's body had already tripled in size, shifting and contorting as it turned. Saphira cringed, fearing it painful to him, as his body convulsed with each new change. Slowly the dragon emerged as his body continued to lengthen. His neck elongated while the base of his spine extended into a tail. Sapphire spikes formed along his neck and spine while his nose flattened and his head elongated. The nubs above his eyes drew back, curving and lengthening into a pair of sapphire horns. His fingers and toes extended into talons tipped with claws that grew and tapered razor sharp, while his legs and arms contorted into the muscular forms of a dragon's limbs. Rather than extend, his thumbs and big toes drew inward, disappearing into his body so that his limbs were adorned with four talons each. Wings sprouted from the base of each shoulder blade, growing and flaring into a magnificent of wings. Last of all were his teeth, which lengthened into sharp and deadly fangs.

When the transformation was finished Eragon's new body slowly descended, coming to rest upon the ground. The pillar withdrew into the sky then vanished along with the ring of fire. All become dark and quiet again.

Saphira whimpered in concern then took a tentative step forward before pausing to look at Ar'Din, expectantly. Ar'Din loosed an approving growl then nodded and said.

Aye, Saphira-Brightscales. You may now attend to your mate.

In a flash Saphira was at his side, licking and nuzzling him in an out pour of love and concern. Lying down at his head she continued her affections, encouraging him to awaken from his sleep. Not long after Eragon began to stir. Opening his eyes he spoke.

S-Saphira is that you?

Encouraged by his responsiveness, Saphira resumed licking and nuzzling him with renewed vigor.

Oh Eragon! Aye. I'm here, I'm here with you. Everything is alright!

Encouraged by her show of affection, Eragon attempted to move; however, was weakened and unaccustomed to the new form. Consequently, his muscles failed to respond. Attempting to speak he loosed a panicked growl.

Saphira! What's wrong with me? I ... I can't move.

Attempting to comfort his dismay, she encouraged.

Shhhh. It's alright Eragon. You're alright. I'm here, just rest a moment.

Ar'Din stood and slowly approached. As he did Saphira lowered her head closer to Eragon's then looked up at Ar'Din, baring her teeth and growled. Coming to stop and stand over the pair, Ar'Din chuckled.

Peace Saphira-Brightscales. I am only here to quicken his strength. If you will allow me the honor.

Taking a moment to consider his offer, Saphira reluctantly withdrew her head to allow Ar'Din room. At that Ar'Din released twin tendrils of flame from his nostrils, showering Eragon's body in a warming fire that renewed his strength and measure of control. Following, Ar'Din urged.

Help him up Saphira-Brightscales, so that I may address you both properly.

At Ar'Dins words, Saphira moved to help Eragon lift his head - which swayed slightly before steadying - and right his body; then, moved to lie closer to him. As if on cue both looked to Ar'Din, lying quietly in wait for the onyx dragon to speak. Ar'Din looked first to Eragon.

Have you told her yet?

Eragon shook his head, flashing a glance at Saphira then back to Ar'Din.

No, I haven't.

Ar'Din smiled.

_Then let it now be un-veiled. From this day forth you shall be known as Eragon-Skulblakakönungr, king of Ter'Olen. Eragon-Skulblakakönungr behold your mate, Saphira-Brightscales, queen of Ter'Olen. _

Eragon moved his head to look at Saphira. Following Ar'Din looked to her.

_Saphira-Brightscales, queen of Ter'Olen, behold your mate, Eragon-Skulblakakönungr, king of Ter'Olen. _

Saphira, in turn, looked to Eragon.

This is indeed a joyous occasion. What Ar'Olen has brought together none shall separate. What he has forged none shall undo. As sure as your hearts burn for one another so shall your love endure for all eternity. Like the kings and queens before you, bring glory to the dragon race and rule your coming kingdom with fierceness, justice and wisdom.

Prompted by an inexplicable urge Eragon moved to nuzzle Saphira, who in turn nuzzled him. Ar'Din smiled and loosed an approving growl; then, looking at him, Eragon inquired.

What happens now?

Ar'Din fluttered his wings.

I've given you all that you require, Eragon-Skulblakakönungr. What happens now is up to you. This has been my final visit. Bowing his head, he added. May the fire of Ar'Olen burn in both of you for all time.

With his final words Ar'Din quietly turned and walked away. Before moving out of sight Eragon called to him.

Wait!

Ar'Din paused, craning his head round to look at Eragon, expectantly.

Who ... who are you and ... and who is Ar'Olen?

Ar'Din smiled.

We may meet again Eragon-Skulblakakönungr. If and when that day comes I shall tell you. In the meantime keep to your task ahead.

At that Ar'Din looked ahead then resumed moving off until he vanished into the night. Saphira watched as he disappeared, trying to make some sense of everything that'd transpired since she'd arrived. Turning her attention to Eragon, she gently nuzzled him and said.

_Eragon, my mate. This has all been very interesting. I'm sure you're eager to tell me all about it. _

She began to nibble along his lower jaw.

As eager, in fact, as I am to hear about whatever secrets you've been keeping from me. For now, however, there is only one matter pressing me. Would you like to know what it is?

Uncertain of whether to answer the baited question, he replied.

Uh ... sure. What ... what is it?

Saphira nuzzled him again then pulled away, looking at him expectantly.

When were you planning to tell me that I'm a queen and that you're ... a king?

Eragon shifted uncomfortably; then, his mouth parting in a fanged grin, replied sheepishly.

Uh ... surprise?

---

In a watery lair, deep beneath the sea afoot Ter'Olen, came the rumbles of a leviathan as it awakes from its slumber. Sensing the presence of a chosen king, Mot'Gar opens his eyes; aflame with the red of vengeance and war, setting the watery darkness alight with a dull, red glow.

At last! My time is at hand. I shall have my revenge on the one who subjected me to this form, exiling me to this watery lair afoot the great dragon city. A city that should be mine to rule!

Mot'Gar rumbled, churning the water around him, sending a flurry of bubbles escaping from the lair's entrance.

Ar'Olen is a fool! Did he really think he could keep me at bay forever? My awaking can mean only one thing. He's chosen his new king! The fool! Can he not see that his pitiful king will never survive, let alone rule? Ter'Olen shall be mine! Nothing will stop me! This time there is no dragon army, nothing will stand in my way!

With a roar the ancient serpent lurched forward, its head emerging from the entrance. Loosing a deep rumble, Mot'Gar called out.

My serpents of the deep come forth, I have need of you!

There was a moment of silence and then a great stir as serpents of every size arrived from far and near, a great multitude gathering before him in wait. Among the multitude a single serpent came forth and spoke.

What do you require of us great serpent?

Mot'Gar rumbled again.

Go! Find the king chosen by Ar'Olen! Find him and kill him! Go and do not fail me!

At that the multitude dispersed, fanning out in all directions to search the sea.