Prolougue

It is almost one hundred and fifty years before the birth of Eragon Shadeslayer, a young farm boy who found a dragon egg and became both the Last Rider and the First. To summarize what happened in his adventures, Eragon finds a dragon egg, meets up with the town elder, Brom, who turns out to be a dragon rider himself, goes on many adventures, learns what it really means to be a dragon rider, so on and so forth.

Vrael, lord of the Riders of Doru Areaba, the original home of the Dragon Riders, is torn with worry. Something is stirring. Something he did not think could possibly happen.

Vrael, and his white Dragon Umaroth, are the Lords of Doru Areaba. They see all, know all, and feel all. But not all is as it seems. An initiate Vrael long wondered about has finally shown his talent: his voice. Vrael noticed but did not act, not even when the student began to seduce others into serving him and his twisted plots.

In the bloated pride of his youth, this initiate took two of his most loyal friends into Urgal territory, confident that the foul monsters of the Hadarac Desert would not threaten them. He was wrong. The initiate's friends were slain, and his dragon was also. When his dragon was killed, it left such a stain on his mind, that on that day the seeds of madness were planted in the fertile soil of the initaite's brain. He butchered the Urgals like common livestock.

The initiate wandered the wastes for weeks, seeking refuge and shelter but finding none. Eventually, a young farmer found the initiate passed out in his fields. The young rider stood before the High Council, with Vrael presiding. The initiate begged of them another dragon, but to Vrael's agreement the council denied him one, and that day the seeds sprouted and the mask was torn. The young rider was furious with them, and took his maddened anger out upon them that night, sneaking into the deciding council rider's home and murdering him with the initiate's own hands. Vrael and the others arrived in time to exchange swords, ,but it was already too late for the elder, a rider named Adorhol. The initiate fled into the night, with the blood of the elder he had murdered on his hand. As Vrael prepared a search force, he remembered the name of the initiate: Galbatorix.