They Asked Him For Help Rebuilding The

Change Itself Is Neither Good Nor Bad, But Knowledge Is Always Useful.

Nothing Out Of The Ordinary Ever Occurs To Me When I'm By Myself. But You Attract Duels, Ambushes, Immortal Enemies, Obscure Creatures Such As The Ra'zac, Long-lost Family Members, And Mysterious Acts Of Magic As If They Were Were Starving Weasels And You Were A Rabbit That Wandered Into Their Den.

They Enveloped Each Other Within The Folds Of Their Thoughts, Holding Each Other With An Intimacy No Physical Embrace Could Replicate, Allowing Their Identities To Merge Once Again. Their Greatest Comfort Was A Simple One: They Were No Longer Alone. To Know That You Were With The One Who Cared For You, And Who Understood Every Fiber Of Your Being, And Who Would Not Abandon You Even In The Most Desperate Of Circumstances, That Was The Most Precious Relationship A Person Could Have, And They Both Cherished It.

Eragon Cried Out, And In His Desperation He Reached For Saphira And The Eldunarí... And Without Meaning To, He Drew From Their Stories Of Energy. And With That Energy He Cast A Spell. It Was A Spell Without Words... His Was A Spell Of Instinct And Emotion; Language Could Not Contain It.

Too Late. It's Hatched.