New Legacy

Ch.1

“Ah~, home sweet home.” I sighed in relief, but soon my sense of relief was compounded by joy when my little doggo Peppy yapped and squealed in desperate happiness for my attention. “Oh~ mama’s little boy~! I’m sorry~! I have to work, you know~!” I cooed at the little chihuahua and I picked him up to hold him against my modest chest. He gladly snuggled and made kisses at me, but I knew he’d just shy away if I tried to let him actually kiss me, such a cutie.

“Just be glad, sweetie. You have me all to yourself for the next several days.” I made smoochie noises at him and he wriggled against me, so I let him down and he led the way to the kitchen. Once there, I retrieved his ‘mama’s home’ natural pure-meat snack that he’d either eat right now or hoard for a meal later in his pet bed.

My phone rang when I retrieved his treat and I checked my cell, but it said Scam Likely, so I muted the ringer and let it go to voicemail. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message, if not, well, at least I didn’t risk leaving my voice on a sampler to try and steal my identity. I tossed Peppy his snack, only for my phone to alert me to a text message.

“Okay, who is this then?” I muttered as I retrieved my phone from my pocket again. Random number, no location. Just an odd question.

Do you like cute things?

“Ugh, one of those weird pass-along things I guess. Of course I do, but I’m not respond-.” I blinked when it continued.

Good, would you go to great lengths to protect children?

What the...what is this? “Uh...I guess? I haven’t found Mister...or Missus Right, but-.”

Excellent. How do you feel about grand adventures like The Hobbit, Dragonsong, The Wheel of Time or The Inheritance Cycle?

“I...love those books…” This is really fucking creepy now! “Who are you? How are you anticipating my answers when I’m not responding?” I snarled and looked around my apartment, Peppy whined and stood with his front paws on my leg. I love you too boy, but-.

Wonderful. I hope you enjoy your vacation, have a nice day.

“Answer me!” I hissed and when it didn’t respond, I tried to text the number, only to feel a pit develop in my stomach when my phone told me such a number didn’t exist. “Okay...okay. I’m just...come on Peppy, mama needs comforting.” I muttered and retrieved a tub of cookie dough ice cream that I wasn’t planning to dig into so soon into my week off, but that freaky situation just now really has me on edge.

I took my little boy and my ice cream to the living room where I turned on my digital antenna. Oh! They’re showing the movie rendition of Eragon! Sure, it sucked compared to the book, of course it did, but at least I could watch Saphira in action.

I sat down with my best friend in the world and shared some of the chocolate-free parts of my treat with him as I watched the movie. After it was over, I’d finished pigging out and left the empty carton on the coffee table. “C’mere boy. I don’t feel like going to bed tonight.” I snuggled him as I laid down and turned off the TV, forgetting why I had felt so upset earlier.

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Mm...it’s so warm and nice...I don’t remember my bed being this wonderful. I tried to shift a bit to see about waking up, only to rub against something smooth and hard. I don’t remember my bedroom wall being that firm. Cheap apartments are held together with spit, nails and dreams of better places.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. Ew, excess rheum. I forgot to take my nighttime allergy pills again. I tried to reach up to rub my eyes, but...my arms. Something is wrong with my arms!

I also just realized I’m in warm water and I’m not breathing! Ah~!

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Okay, my moment of mortal terror regarding my impending death has passed...sometime later. I don’t know. Whatever is going on, I don’t need to breathe, I’m in something much thicker than water that feels very cozy and warm even if I can’t move or open my eyes. I can’t even really hear anything either.

I don’t know what’s going on. Where am I? What happened to Peppy? I know I filled his auto-feeder and water dispenser recently, but I hope someone notices I’m gone and has Todd take him in if I don’t get back soon.

Wait, what’s that? I hear something...rustling? I tried to focus on the sound, the distinctive sound of fallen foliage crackling as something walked on it. I would’ve screamed if I could when I felt something nudge whatever I’m in and I heard a sniffing noise I recognize as a dog owner. What scared me was that whatever touched me with it’s snout was big and the sniffing was much more audible than anything smaller than a large breed of dog would make.

Whatever was touching my prison froze and then bolted when a deafening thunderous crash jolted me to my bones and I felt a flash of fear when something struck my container with a loud stony clack reminiscent of billiard balls.

My terror was quickly filled with confusion when I got a...sensation. One of joy and hope. I felt it coming from whatever was now touching my container. I latched onto that sensation like a lifeline. Please, whoever or whatever you are. Please, help me!

I quickly received a sensation of placation and concern combined with a powerful sensation I couldn’t easily describe besides relating it to my feelings about Peppy. Love. Platonic I’m sure, but still, I latched on and accepted this stranger’s quick acceptance of-.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” Demanded a boy’s voice. I say a boy, because he sounded like a teenager going through the awkwardness of puberty. Not yet a man, but not a child. I was surprised when I felt a hand...a massive hand, touch my container. Even more shocking was when the hand touched my prison, I could see the owner!

I haven’t watched MLP in several years, but I could still recognize a pony! The colt, not yet a stallion, was burned umber of coat and chocolate in mane with a roughspun and leather outfit suitable for hunting. He also possessed deep inquisitive eyes that matched his mane in color, but practically glistened with boundless curiosity. Omg he’s so cute I wanna hug him!

I got a possessive and competitive sensation from my mysterious companion and I winced. I didn’t mean he was mine! He’s just cute, okay! W-whoa! Why is he so big! Or, rather, why am I...so...small…

Oh no.

“What is with these stones? They’re so big, but deceptively light. Then there’s their gem-like shine.” The colt observed as he rolled my egg around in his hands. “Well, I don’t want to go home empty-handed.” The colt who must be some alternate universe version of Eragon set me down and everything went dark again.

N-no! Come back! It’s so dark! Comfort. Th-thank you. Thank goodness he set me next to you. Confusion? Um, hello I’m Milly, a History Professor. Shock, disbelief, confusion. Oh, right, you don’t even have a-hey~!

“I hope I got the straps right…” Eragon muttered as he wrapped me in an improvised basket of leather strips and I felt indignant for how he was wrapping my likely beautiful egg in dirty leather, but I shouldn’t be so picky. “If I’m gonna fly home, I’ll need a way to keep a grip on you.” S-so that’s the way it is! She gets to ride safe in your pack and I get the handbag treatment! Hmph!

Wait, fly? Oh! He has wings that match his coat! He’s a pegasus! Wow, what a huge logistical difference this will make to his-whoa~! I can’t see the ground, but I can feel it! I’m flying! Omg I can’t believe how incredible this feels! Confusion and amazement! I know right?!

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The joy of my first flight in this world, while still in the egg, ended far too soon for my liking. It was like I had a piece of myself I never knew I was missing put back in, only to have it taken away. Sadness, Agreement. Don’t worry, flying is in our future after-it is so loud here~! We must be in Carvahall, but it’s a small village numbering maybe 300 people, why is it so loud~?! Dislike, Agreement! Agreement!

“Era, I made fresh bread! Did you catch anything good? I’ll give you some loaves if you promise me some of the cuts!” A bubbly pink mare said from her stall. It was so weird to only see Eragon and her. This limited perception from my egg was disorienting.

“Sorry Diane, I didn’t manage to bag any good game besides a few hares. It’s like all of the big game in the Spine has fled from something. The game trails are vacated and the tracks frantic.” Eragon replied sadly with some irritation. He blames us for missing that deer. Wait, he can fly! Why didn’t he just...oh, he probably can’t move and shoot on the fly-pfft-yet.

“Oh, poopy. Most of the hunters are also having issues in the glades and you’re the only one going into the Spine.” Diane huffed before handing him a loaf of bread.

“Oh, no. Please Diane, I can’t-.” Eragon’s humble protests were shushed by Diane pressing a finger to his lips.

“We know the farm isn’t doing so well since Garrow fell ill with the shivers at the start of the harvest. Besides, you bring enough oddities into town with your weekly hunting trips to keep things interesting.” Diane proclaimed and I had to wonder at that. His flight would make regular excursions into the Spine a more frequent possibility.

“Not that Sloan will trade for any of them. Although I understand that my cousin likes his daughter since Katrina’s sweet, but I don’t understand how he can stand that man.” Eragon huffed in gossip and Diane’s cheerful face soured.

“Sloan is such a grouch. Ever since his wife died he’s been a miserable monster to everyone. This is me saying this, Eragon. Don’t associate with him. Your cousin has chosen his battle for love, but you don’t need to get involved.” Diane insisted before someone’s hand landed on her shoulder to reveal a similar-looking light gray mare with a gray-green mane who entered my limited ‘sight’.

“S-sis. Lime is being mean again…” The meek mare mewled and Diane’s straight dark pink hair curled up as her friendly face turned furious.

“Oo~ I’ll set her straight, Marble. Good day, Eragon!” Diane bid the boy goodbye as her mane and tail puffed up and made her seem bigger as she retreated back into the bakery.

“Good day, may Celestia watch over you,” Eragon said with a bow and he blushed at Marble, who meekly waved and blushed back. Aw~ cute~!

Possessive! Aw, don’t be like that. What you two could share is deeper than practically any romantic love he could find. Curiosity. Oh, right. You don’t know what romance is! Okay, when two people really Love each other…

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“Uncle Garrow! Roran! I’m home!” Eragon hollered, snapping me out of explaining the birds and the bees to my fellow dragoness-omg, this place is a historical gold mine! I’ve studied how they did almost all of this, but I’ve never seen it in action! How far away is black powder? How are ballistics advancing? Actually, both of those would be very bad for dragons. Or good if we are the ones using them! My mind was filled with thoughts of carrying a ballista or something.

“Welcome home, Eragon! Did you bag any big beasties?” Asked an older earth pony stallion who was a plain brown of coat, black of mane and gray of eyes. He was utterly unassuming, helped in this image by his roughspun tunic and trousers, his hooves weren’t even shod. Then again, I don’t know if that’s something ponies do in this alternate anthro universe. What I could note however was he towered over young Eragon and seemed fit enough to pull a cart.

“I fear not. The Spine is almost barren, like the beasts know of something coming. The hunters in the glades report much the same.” Eragon warned his uncle and cousin, who looked quite similar, but Roran’s coat was a more fetching russet tone and his mane/tail were chocolate brown like Eragon’s. He definitely had his father’s eyes, but they lacked the weary and beaten look Garrow’s eyes held. Otherwise, he was actually bigger than Garrow, easily standing at 7 feet, towering over the average-height Eragon.

“Drat, well, either way is fine. Did you bring home anything interesting?” Garrow questioned with a nod at me in the makeshift leather webbing.

“Yes. Two large, oddly light, yet gem-like stones. I don’t think they’re proper gems, though. I didn’t see Miss Belle to ask for an appraisal, but I think they’re just pretty to look at and it does no harm to have empty shelves brightened by them.” Eragon held me up and Roran took me in his hands-.

Whoa! His hands are so warm. Rough, calloused, yet he stroked my shell with a surprising tenderness as he looked at me in fascination. I felt...odd. A sensation I haven’t felt before. “It’s like a pearl from the sea. At least I think so, from Old Brom’s descriptions of pearls.” Roran mused as he unwrapped the webbing covering my egg and held me to his chest, which filled me with a surprising amount of comfort and warmth. Mm...it’s like a hug, even if he isn’t hugging me. “Mind if I keep it?” Yes. Take me. These supple and firm pecs are so warm...

“I have no issue with it. I have a beautiful blue stone I’ll be keeping. Do you need water over the farm yet, Uncle?” Eragon asked his father-figure and the older earth pony looked overhead and then across the humble acres of farmland.

“Mm, not as of yet I believe. We had a light drizzle while you were in the Spine. I’d ask you to get a hoe, but we all know how hopeless you are at growing things.” Garrow playfully teased and the cute pegasus blushed indignantly. “Just fetch us some water to drink and keep watch for any thieving varmints as usual.”

“Of course, Uncle. I’ll take the white stone to your room, Roran.” Eragon took me from the studly and handsome stallion and I internally whined. No~. I wanna stay in his arms…

Hope. Hope.

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My life since then has been rather dull, but fascinating. I couldn’t stop thinking of Roran. I also felt envious of Katrina, Roran’s romantic interest. Whenever he wasn’t working the fields or resting in his room, which he oddly spent talking at my egg, which I appreciated, he was in town courting her, which I did not appreciate. I understand the yet-unnamed Saphira’s feelings now.

Also, I was loving how I could study people using Medieval tools directly, even if through my odd senses! However my senses work, they’ve been growing ever since Eragon gave me to Roran. I can now ‘see’ to the edge of the farm, which was much bigger than I’d anticipated considering the source material. Then again, I vaguely remember in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, that Earth Ponies were known for their innate terraforming and plant-promoting magic.

Which also explained why Garrow and Roran stuck Eragon with menial chores, overwatch, or retrieving rainwater for them with his innate weather magic. I watched that poor colt try to grow a flower. It almost, hilariously, instantly burst into flame! The poor lad looked like he was about to cry! At least Roran didn’t tease him about it like his uncle did. Roran was kind, supportive, dutiful, absolutely handsome.

Oo, be still my pounding heart. He’s Katrina’s...or is he? I want him to be mine. Grr. This must be the draconic greed that is so notorious in fiction. Then there’s the fact I’m not ignorant of what’s happening.

I’m Bonding to him.

This is, however alternate universe it is, the Inheritance Cycle series. I’m a dragon and I’m beyond the point of merely wanting Roran to be my Rider, I am practically begging him to be with my wordless desire for him. I want him to touch me, hold me, share his very being with me.

This all sounds incredibly sexual, but at the same time I wouldn’t mind it all being platonic so long as he was mine and I was his. Let Katrina have his carnal desire between their hearts, so long as he had me in his soul, I felt I would be content.

Although, I wouldn’t say no to it getting sexual...I’ve seen the young stud naked. Unf! So fine.

That was me, however. I couldn’t ‘speak’ to yet-unnamed Saphira with the distance between Roran’s and Eragon’s rooms, but Eragon spent much of his time when he wasn’t helping with chores or away on weekends hunting/foraging whispering at and coveting Saphira’s egg. I was a bit envious yet not for her situation. While Roran spoke to my egg about his feelings and fantasies, he didn’t touch me, just left me on the shelf.

Sure, Saphira had to go two days a week without Eragon, but whenever he wasn’t doing anything, he was stroking her shell or resting in bed with her. I think on some subconscious level, both boys know we’re not just some rocks. Maybe we’re actively drawing-.

My thoughts were interrupted by Roran rushing into the room, grabbing me, putting me in a sack and rushing away from the farm! W-where are we going?! What are you doing, Roran?! My sight told me he was running through the woods south from the farm. With panting breaths, he arrived in a clearing with a single tree, where Eragon was perched up in a makeshift treehouse. “Roran?! What is-?”

“Take it! They’re coming! You and the stones cannot be at the farm when they come!” Roran hurriedly shouted up at his practical-brother with me held up towards the pegasus. W-wait! Who is coming?! If it’s who I think they are, you can’t be there either! You’ll die!

“Who is coming?” Eragon more calmly demanded when he drifted to the ground and accepted me from his surrogate brother.

“The King’s taxmen. They decided to try and pay us a surprise visit with rumor getting around about you bringing home shiny trinkets, but Old Brom and Ms. Belle managed to get word to me before they were due to arrive through their curious ability to hear words on the wind.” Roran informed his younger cousin and I felt a mixture of concern and relief.

“Ah, right. Sorry about this.” Eragon wilted, but Roran patted his shoulder.

“Those backbiters won’t get anything more than what they’re owed. Stay here until I come to get you. If I don’t come to get you in a couple day’s time, sneak into town and find Horst.” Roran hugged his shorter family member and hurried back home.

My heart ached in worry and all I could do was hope the stallion who would be my Rider returned safely.