This is my first fanfiction so please no hate.


An ear-splitting roar echoed in the valley followed by a flash of light. People all around in the small village of Cargarfell came out of their dwellings to check what this noise was made by. Cargarfell was in the middle of the Spine, You would probably say it is beautiful with the river flowing through the village and the surrounding mountains but only if you could get pass the giant dragon overhead.

One of the people who came to check why the noise came to be was Alfred Melderson. He was a blacksmith at the village and the father of two children. He had no time to think about this through as the black dragon locked onto him.

At this moment he was thinking "Why is it going after me?" The dragon came swooping down and at that moment he saw there was someone riding the dragon and His was name Galbatorix. He screamed "Help help!" but his voice was drowned out by another roar. There was a flash of light and he felt great pain. Looking down he felt dizzy as there was no skin or muscle left only bare bone. He screamed then looking up saw the rider get of his dragon and walk towards him before he fainted.

He awoke to a burning village that reminded him of somewhere then it hit him "That's the village I live in where my wife and children are!" He thought in a panic. He tried to get up but his leg would not support him. He crawled towards the village trying just trying to get there. But it was for naught as the now deemed evil rider had come back to finish him. He heard a laugh a laugh of a maniac then saw a flash of black light and heard no more. He wondered if he was dead then the logical side of him pointed out that he would not be able to think if he was dead but then again this could be the afterlife. He was completely confused. Then nothing never to remember the times with his son and his daughter around the fire, never to go hunting to support his family who may or may not be alive and then no more of Alfred Melderson.