Eragon Page #2

Those days are long gone.

Old Brom is going on with his stories.

Don't pretend you've forgotten.

Men astride magnificent beasts.

No one could defeat them.

Until, that is, one of their own...

...a rider named Galbatorix...

...decided to take all the power for himself

and cut down any rider who opposed him.

Enough, before you hang by a tree.

No!

Let him finish.

- And one day, he will pay for his crime.

- Are you deaf? Be on your way!

The time of Dragon Riders...

...will come again.

And then Brom said:

"The time of the Dragon Riders

will come again."

Well, first, I think you need to fly.

Yes, you did it!

She's gone.

- What's happening?

- Brom was right, Eragon.

The time of the Dragon Riders

has come again.

You can hear my thoughts?

I have waited 1000 years

to hear your thoughts.

And now you can hear mine.

I am Saphira. And you are my rider.

Rider?

Get out.

Is it true?

What you spoke of?

Didn't you hear me? Get out.

I want to know more.

Please?

Tell me about the dragons.

Did anybody follow you here?

How big will they grow?

When do they breathe fire?

Keep your voice down.

You mocked the king

in front of his soldiers.

I always say,

"Better ask forgiveness than permission."

Then tell me.

- Tell me about the dragons.

- Go home.

Mind your corn. Till your fields. All right?

You'll just get yourself into trouble.

What does it make you, then?

A liar or a coward?

I know.

I know your story is true.

I told you.

His name is Eragon.

The boy. The boy took it with him.

He lives on a farm,

the furthest one in the valley.

Please, don't kill me.

Eragon. It's you they want.

- Take me down.

- You're in danger.

What are you doing?

I have to warn my uncle.

It's too late. There's nothing you can do.

Hold on.

You're ridiculous. Hold on.

- I'm begging. Please put me down now.

- I can't. They'll kill you.

- Take me down now.

- You stupid boy.

I'm slipping.

Take me down now.

You're giving me no choice.

Uncle? Uncle.

Eragon?

I should have been here.

To warn him.

- This is your fault.

- You would have met the same fate.

No. I could have saved him.

Go away.

And stay away.

Uncle, I'm sorry.

- You?

- Let go of me.

- Where's your dragon?

- Gone.

- What do you mean, "gone"?

- I sent her away.

You can't stay here and mourn him--

I'm not going anywhere.

Not until I bury him.

- There.

- What are you doing?

A funeral fit for a king. Come.

- Let go.

- Listen...

...they killed him, but they were after you.

If we stay here, we're both dead.

Now get on that horse. Go on.

Get up there.

- Who are you?

- Ride. Now. Go on.

Come on, boy. Ride.

- Why here?

- Because I said here.

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