" Get ready for training." Your servant called from the outside. You groaned and climbed out of bed, then, after the usual hygienic routine, you step out in full golden armor. You walked towards your dragon: Galzra, who is in the shade of light green. You smile and pat his back. Good morning Galzra. You said to him.
Morning Little One. You could of swore he smiled.
Murtagh* walked over and patted your back and said:" Time to train."
You smile and led Galzra to the training grounds. Together, you and Galzra flew around the stadium twice, and landed. Murtagh smirked and jumped on Thorn*, then pulled out his hand-and-a-half sword. What is your weapon?
Murtagh: New generation of the Forsworn, son of Morzan, original Forsworn. Half brother of Eragon.
Thorn: Murtagh's dragon. Red scaled, accelerated growth.
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