Author's Note: After I read Eragon, I was full of ideas for new fanfics, and hopefully this will be the first of many. This is the tale of the child that Eragon and Saphira blessed while they were with the Varden.
They always knew she would be special. They knew she was bound for great things. The touch of a dragon and the words of a hero were all she had, but they were enough. And so, Kaireina went from parentless poverty to the best the Varden had to offer. When the war ended she was moved to Surda, a ward of the State they called her. She grew up in a palace, and she lived the life of a princes, though she was not one. No one knew what contribution she would give to the United Kingdoms of Alagaesia, nor did they know when it would happen. Many believed it would not happen at all. She proved them wrong. With the help of a clumsy young Rider, a snow-white dragon, and a mysterious, sarcastic, and antagonizing werecat, she proved them wrong.
"And so you see, Eragon went on to defeat the insurmountable odds of the Empire and overthrow King Galbatorix. He had help along the way of course. Our High King, Murtagh was with him as I'm sure you all know. Saphira the blue dragon, Angela the witch, Arya, his elven lover, the list continues. In fact, we actually have someone in this room fortunate enough to have met the Great Savior. Isn't that right Kaireena?"
A girl with long, sweeping red hair and deep grey eyes looked up at the professor, a squat man with thinning gray hair and spectacles. This was the fourth time he had mentioned it. Best be a good sport and play along. "Yeah. It was about fifteen years ago, people say."
"And do you remember that encounter? I'm sure it must have been a staple in your young life."
"I was a year old sir. The possibility that I could remember seems quite slim."
The rest of the class snickered, and the old professor could not fathom why. He was the type of man who never knew he was being made fun of, a fact students exploited ruthlessly.
"Nevertheless do you remember feeling a type of...essence? The kind you experience when you come into contact with someone as great as he?"
She was released from the questioning by the sound of a loud gong from outside. The signal for the end of class. The professor called out as his class hurried to leave, "Homework! Write down one amazing feat Eragon accomplished! I want details this time students!"
"How was class?" Parian asked as she and Kaireena, her best friend, walked through the capital city of Surda.
"Awful. The man kept mentioning. . . you know."
"Speaking of which, come with me today. Dragon Riders are coming with loads of dragon eggs. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Kaireena sighed. "I've got to study. Besides, what are the odds that either one of us will get a dragon?"
"What were the odds of a poor farm boy becoming-"
"If you ask me, you take that legend way to seriously." Kaireena interrupted the usual happy-go-lucky story that she had heard Parian recount oh so many times before.
"It was not a legend! It really happened! You of all people should know."
Kaireena rubbed a finger between her eyes, where Eragon's giant blue dragon had touched her. Or so everyone said. A small part of Kaireena thought it was all part of an elaborate plot to make her life miserable.
"And besides, I'm sure Kireor will be there today." Parian added with a smug grin.
"Why do you say that?" Kaireen asked in a would be casual voice.
"Because he left you a letter. I read it a few weeks ago and forgot to give it to you."
"Liar." Kaireena retorted.
"Well fine then. I'll greet him in your stead."
Kaireena sighed. "Fine Parian. I'll accompany you. But if he's not there I'll not speak to you."
They cut across a long grass field to the spot where the Dragon Riders arrived. It was a historic monument. The charred ground stood as the first time a dragon had entered Surda since the fall of Vrael and the Riders. When Eragon and Murtagh had landed here, Murtagh's dragon had let out a great tounge of crimson flame, and the ground had stayed the same ever since.
When the Dragon Riders came this time though, the dragons were much more careful. The swooped down with acrobatic ease, delighting the watchers, but it was a law for a dragon not to breathe fire within twenty feet of a civilian. The people clamored around them as usual. Every season, Riders who came from Surda returned with hundreds of eggs. It was part of a means of circulation devised by Queen Nasuada. They came in the winter to the islands off the west coast of Alagaësia. In summer, the eggs were distributed to Surda and the surrounding cities. In autumn, they went to the lands in the west of the land, Teirm, Therinsford, Carvahall and the rest. And in spring, the Riders moved the eggs throught the vast expanse of the elven lands in Du Weldenvarden.
Pushing past the rest of the crowd Kaireen found him. A tall young man of about sixteen sitting astride a great red dragon. Kireor, the man Kaireena was looking forward to marrying one day. He had long golden hair and dark brown eyes. Needless to say, it had been bad for the relationship when his dragon had hatched and he had gone to Ellesméra for training. They had been communicating through letters, and she saw him every summer.
She greeted him her usual way; with a giant leaping hug. He responded differently than normal however. His eyes were downcast, and he fingered a strap on his belt. "Hey."
"What's wrong Kireor?" she asked with concern.
"Kaireena there is no easy way for one to say this. I know we've been writing and such while I was away, but the thing is, I'm betrothed."
Just as he said this, a clear white stone rolled away from the group and stopped at Kaireena's feet. There was a small blast of blinding white light, and the stone had cracked into shards. In it's wake, however, was a small, snow white dragon.
Author's Note: Well that's the first chapter. A bit corny perhaps with the dragon hatching and then it ending all abruptly, but hey. Please, find it in your hearts to review!
