I felt like an ant would to standing in front of a human. Saphira was huge, bigger than I had anticipated. When I last saw her, she had been smaller than me.
Her scales glittered purple, and her talons were razor sharp. Her back was smooth, with spike jetting along the ridge of her tail. Her silver eyes twinkled with love and kindness, and burned with a fierce loyalty. A loyalty to protect me, I realized.
Still, I was hesitant to accept the bond. I was worried I would mess things up in this world. In a sense, I already had by being here and taking Eragon's place as a Rider. There was also my fear of heights.
I can't possibly be a Rider! I hate heights and flying is the worst of all! I thought, remembering how sick I had become on a airplane trip.
Hyperventilating, I needed to tell Brom and Arya that there had been a mistake. I do not have the qualities to become a Rider.
Saphira snorted, causing me to jump.
"There has been no mistake. I chose you because you were the right one," she said in my mind.
"How can you say that? I don't do well with heights. Whoever heard of a Rider not wanting to fly?"I shot back.
The dragon moved closer, causing me to instinctively back up. I knew she wouldn't hurt me, but I still felt intimidated by her size.
She lowered her head, allowing me to rub it. The scales were surprisingly smooth, not at all rough. She purred like a cat, so I guessed she must have enjoyed me stroking her.
"A Rider is never without fear. In time, I think you will learn to conquer your fear and become a Rider. Perhaps the greatest that ever lived," she encouraged.
Offering a weak smile, I continued to stand there, rubbing her head. I was still divided on accepting the duty of a Rider.
"Everyone says I have powerful magic, why? I can't feel anything," I asked.
"They are correct. Ancient magic runs in your blood. You need proper training. Training of which neither Brom or Arya can provide," she explained.
"Oromis," I said, remembering what my father had told me.
I rushed back to the cottage, wanting to know what was going to happen next.
When I got to the tree line, I saw Eragon trudging towards me. His face was downcast, making me feel even more guilty of becoming Saphira's Rider.
"Hey," I said.
He looked up, surprise. At least he brightened up a little.
"Hey, Brom wanted to speak with you. He says it's important," he told me.
"Thanks," I said and watched as he passed and vanished into the trees behind me.
I arrived at the cabin to discover only Brom was waiting for me. I looked around for Arya, but the elf was no where to be found.
"She went on a scouting mission," explained Brom.
I blinked. A vision came to me. I saw Arya chained to a stone alter of some sort and the man I had seen the first night standing next to her.
Stumbling forward, Brom got up and caught me before I fell.
"She's in trouble!" I exclaimed.
Brom grasped my shoulder and looked at me directly in the eyes.
"They want you to see this! Think about it. If you go now, I will not be able teach you and everything will be for naught! Calm yourself," he said.
I shook my head and took a deep, calming breath. He was right, I realized. Although I needed Oromis to train me, I could still learn a lot from Brom.
"You're right. Training first. Then rescue mission."
To begin my training, Brom had me search for a stick that was sturdy and thick enough to carve a sword. It took me ten minutes to find the right one, and an additional hour to make the sword.
With the sun setting in the distance, Brom stood in front of me on the field behind his house. Likewise, he also wielded a wooden sword.
"Feet farther apart, tighten your grip," he said.
Doing as he said, I was startled when he lunged out and nicked me on the shoulder. Since I wasn't wearing the armor Arya had given me, my skin stung when the sword made contact.
"Ouch!" I dropped my sword and clutched my shoulder.
"Pick up your sword. Galbatorix's forces won't be as merciful. We will practice until you can manage at least one blow on me," Brom declared.
I groaned. This was going to be a long night.
A few hours later, I shuffled my feet as I landed on the bed with a loud thud. Sore, bruised and exhausted, I stared at the ceiling.
The training was difficult, and this was only the beginning. Sooner or later, I knew Brom was going to have me try magic. He had told me himself just after training had ended for the day.
I soon shut my eyes.
The next morning, a was woken up by a roars that bellowed in my mind. Thrashing beneath the covers, I rolled over and ended up landing with a loud thud on the floor.
I heard Saphira chuckling in my mind. Growling, I ignored her and splashed water on my face before changing and headed out to meet Brom.
A thick fog hung low in the air and I found Brom at the edge of the forest. He held something in his hands. A saddle.
I silently backed away, but stepped on a falling branch.
"Saphira has already told me of your fear. Best we conquer it now instead of waiting until later," he said without turning to face me.
Clenching my fists, there was no way I was going to do this. Well, almost no way.
Not sure what's going on with this app, but I do promise to come back and edit these chapters. I know some things need italics, but the app is having problems with doing italics right now.