Golly gee, this is the fourth version of this! Hopefully it is the last one. Short time, huh, for a new king to take over Alagaesia. Well, Eragon, that's what you get. So we brought in Everin! BOOM! And, y'know, loads of other people… anyway, review, enjoy, and review! Review! REEEEEVIIEEEW! NO! COME BAAAAAAAAAAACK! REVIEEEEEW…!
~Gemstone
Eragon sat in his throne tiredly. The throne wasn't necessary—he had requested a chair, just to sit in an open place where the kids could get to him, but the kids insisted upon making him a grand throne. All of the Riders-in-training were out flying, and Saphira had begged Eragon to do the same, but he was simply too tired. Eragon had spent a long day instructing Sarvirok and Mirallia, with help from Aeidan and Bid'Duam, yes, but still. Eragon cursed himself for not focusing on Sarvirok and Mirallia earlier. Eragon. Eragon groaned and waved his hand. Saphira, please not now…
ERAGON!
Eragon sat bolt upright in his 'chair'. Aidirn?
Yes, Aidirn! And Kai is here, too! We're coming back right now!
Why?
Just open the gates!
Eragon jumped up and sprinted through the open pillared hallway. Starts glinted and it seemed fairly peaceful, but Eragon knew better. Aidirn's tone had been sharp and anxious—this was no drill. As he reached the black iron gates, Eragon unclipped them with "Relkshr." Unlock in the ancient language. It was the only way anybody could unlatch the gates, so only Riders could get through. As for the open sky, a force field covered the rest to keep New Vroengard safe from anything that may harm the new Riders and Eragon or Saphira—so, basically, everything.
Eragon shoved open the gates with his shoulder and called Saphira quickly. A dart of blue landed by his side in an instant, and Saphira looked around questioningly. Why have you summoned me here, little one? asked Saphira. Eragon shook his head. I've no earthly idea. Eragon waited, the cold night air swirling around him and making him feel clammy. Eragon shivered openly and his dark eyes darted around the dark sky, searching for the slightest hint of silver or brown. There! An unexpected cry from Saphira startled Eragon. He jumped, but narrowed his eyes at the spot Saphira was talking about.
A hint of chocolate was speeding towards New Vroengard at an unnatural speed. Eragon backed up and stood beside the gates, watching worriedly as the brown dragon sped towards them ever faster. At the last moment, the brown dragon reared up and flew through the gates. Eragon wildly looked around for the silver dragon that was supposedly coming. When nothing proved to be it, Eragon reluctantly close the gates and locked them.
"Er…agon…." panted Kai as he dismounted Tequix, the brown dragon. Eragon rushed over and hammered Kai with questions. He felt bad, but they needed to be answered right away. However, before Eragon was finished, Kai interrupted abruptly. "Egg…gold…attack… Aeidan… Bid'Duam… Kil'Stra… Kyn… Jaike… Shruikan… attack…." Eragon's eyes widened as he understood what Kai was saying. Aidirn and his silver dragon Essix were not there because they had stopped, to help Aeidan, Bid'Duam, Kyn, Kil'Stra, Jaike and Shruikan, who had all been on guard of the Egg. And now the egg was gone. Eragon closed his eyes tightly. If he believed this wasn't real, maybe it wasn't… he realized his foolishness right away. This was no game. The Egg was gone. Eragon turned to see four dragons flying towards him: three rather weakly. He rushed to open the gates. One black, one blue, one white and one silver. Aidirn had brought them.
Eragon needed answers.
. . .
Everin fished around in his pack. After weeks in the Spine, most of his food was gone and only some stale bread and cold cheese were left. If he didn't get a good kill soon, he would have to return empty-handed to Storgin-Ruehaw, his village right next to the Spine. His family would near starve through the coming winter… no. Everin shook his head vigorously. Allan, Madalyn and Philipe were the last family Everin knew off. He wouldn't let them starve, not after Philipe and his now deceased wife, Fionas, raised him. As poor sheepherders, yes, but with a bed, food, and warmth, and that was very, very kind, because Philipe and Fionas had been so, so poor.
Everin grinded his teeth and immediately cursed himself for the sound. Everin was fourteen, close to manhood but not so close. A mop of cinnamon curls was atop his head, and slightly darker eyebrows rested above his coffee-colored eyes. He was slightly short for fourteen, with freckles across his nose.
A small rustling in the woods. Everin drew his bow and aimed at the swaying undergrowth. However, instead of fair game, from the thick greenery burst a shaking grizzly bear, beady eyes narrowing on Everin. Everin was too slow, feeling sluggish after his long wait in that bush for prey to come about. The grizzly was atop him in the matter of three seconds. Everin's bow snapped and slid out of reach, and his pack was squashed under him, spoiling his only remaining food. Everin closed his eyes and flinched away from the humid, stinky breath of the menacing grizzly. A huge roar echoed throughout the Spine, and Everin prepared for the end.
It never came.
Instead, the weighing breath of the perilous grizzly lifted. Everin was left with his hollow fear that the grizzly was waiting to pounce. Then another roar filled the silence—this one definitely coming from a larger animal, and definitely angry. Another stab of fear pierced Everin. Was this new, larger, and obviously more deadly animal going to kill him? Everin lay still, waiting for the ripping, tearing bite that was going to come next. Instead, he heard the soft plump of grass as somebody dropped onto it. This made Everin sit up.
Nothing was there.
Relief flooded through him, a tide that almost came out in a cry of pure joy. Then he saw something in a newly formed clearing that had not been there before. Everin, now extremely cautious, edged towards it, then as he left the concealing bush he saw how the new clearing had been made. A circle of charred ground was in the very center, and trees had been blown away from the circle, creating a sort of dome. To Everin, it seemed almost as though the trees were leaning away from the object in the middle of the charred circle of earth, as though they were afraid of it. Terrified of it. But Everin didn't know how—it didn't seem exactly… scary.
It was a long smooth stone—not just smooth, but totally free of a single, tiny notch or dent on the entire surface. And the stone was unusually a deep gold, and the color maintained throughout the entire oval stone, save the few thin tendrils of white spiraling through it. Everin was almost afraid to touch it. He glanced around, but nothing, nothing besides the odd clearing, was out of the ordinary—no swaying in the dense forest, no darkness covering his new view of the night sky. Almost ruefully, Everin snaked out a finger and touched the stone lightly, then withdrew his hand very fast. Nothing happened, so Everin placed a hand upon it for several moments. Still nothing happened.
Satisfied that the stone would do no harm, Everin pondered what to do with it. Now without food, he would need to journey back to Storgin-Ruehaw, and quickly. Then he would have no food for the winter, and he, Allan, Madalyn and Philipe would have to bargain with the villagers. However, Everin wondered if the stone was worth any money. It seemed valuable, with a hardness stronger than diamond but a color richer than gold. Everin, still wondering what was to happen to the stone, emptied his pack. His remaining cheese was, as he had expected, smashed into uneatable state, and the bread reduced to crumbles. Disgusted and let down, Everin tossed the small pouches aside and realized his pack was now empty aside for his sleeping back.
With a final, quick decision, Everin cautiously lifted the stone into his pack drew the drawstring tightly. Hefting the straps onto his shoulders, Everin swayed for a surprised second. The stone was heavier than he had realized. Everin began the long trek back to Storgin-Ruehaw. It was hours, many, until the sun broke the inky night, and even then, a small amount of light reached the floor of the Spine. Everin's eyes drooped weakly, and almost unconsciously he found a big old redwood to camp by. Everin unpacked his sleeping bag and hid the bag, in case somebody tried to steal the stone. Before sleeping, Everin tucked his silver knife into his shoe. He was snoring before his head hit the pillow.
HEEEEY! You did read it! Yay! I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be up soon! I'm rereading the Inheritance series now. After that, I'll reread it again, and again, and again… The OC form I'm putting up will last this entire book, and next book, and the book after that, and the book after that. OC's are always welcome and I will use 99.9% of them. The .1% I am not using are the ones that are severely overpowered. All other ones will be welcome, unless your dragon is gold! Then I will ask you to change your dragon's color and BOOM! You are in! I do have a lot of dragon and Rider OC's I made up, but there were two hundred something eggs, right? So there will be lots of Riders! You can make more than one OC, too! So if you can't decide what your dragon should be like, choose one and use the other choice(s) to make more OC's! The more, the merrier!
~Gemstone
OC Form
Name (First and last):
Dragon's Name (Just first):
Appearance:
Dragon's Appearance:
Relationships (Friends, family, etc.):
Dragon's Relationships (Friends, family, etc.):
Personality:
Dragon's Personality:
Hometown:
Background (please not anything terribly tragic):
Weapon of Choice:
Age:
Anything Else:
