A/N Hey! Yes this was up on AliceCullenGeek's page. I, Harvart, now have fast enough internet at home to post myself. I must thank her for everything that she has done for me concerning this story. Ok so basically this story is about Murtagh. And a girl named Alianna. Well mostly about Alianna. But Murtagh IS NOT EVIL! Enjoy =)

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Chapter One-

We were in our hallow; "Our hallow" we called it, Murtagh and I. We came here to escape from our families. Well, I could escape, Murtagh couldn't. Both of his parents were dead, like my mother. He lived at the palace with Galbatorix" I with my father because all my older brothers have families of their own.

Our Hallow was far enough away from anywhere significant that we could talk freely. We were best friends. No one knew that we know each other at all. When we were at our hallow we could and would talk about anything and everything. We often talked about our families, the king, magic, the elves, the dwarfs, dragons, and most commonly: Dragon Riders.

That was our topic of conversation today. We were laying down side-by-side on the grass looking up at the sky. My head was resting comfortably on his shoulder. About a foot from us were two staffs. Murtagh thought it was important that I should be able to defend myself should I ever get into a fight.

I sighed sadly, "to bad that there are no more dragons."

"The king still has his dragon." Murtagh said to me, his brown eyes soft and gentle turning to ice as he mentioned Galbatorix.

"I know." I said, rolling on my stomach to look at him. "Wild dragons I mean, or even riders' dragons."

He smiled at me slightly "Alianna, Galbatorix has two eggs left."

"He does? How did you find that out?" I exclaimed. Our dreams of being dragon riders together were brighter than ever now.

"The servants were saying something about a third one being stolen. I heard it about three days ago."

"So you're withholding information from me?"

"Nope," Murtagh said running a hand through his brown hair.

"How's your new trainer? What's his name….?"

"Tornac? Not bad, he's tough training wise but the nicest person to me there is at the palace." Murtagh said. Looking into my eyes he said, "He has the same green eyes as you. So anytime I see him I am reminded of you."

"Maybe we're related." I suggested. "My father says that I have my grandfather's eyes; the same color eyes as his dragon, Hoshea."

"Hoshea was the one who named you right?" Murtagh asked.

"Yes, it was her dying wish; should my parents ever have a daughter, they were to name her Alianna, meaning ever-blooming." I said. "They were one of the last dragon and rider to die."

We sat in silence for a while. I fiddled with my dirty blond hair, thinking about my grandfather, Arnaido, and Hoshea.

"If we were to become dragon riders, what color dragon would you want?" Murtagh suddenly asked me.

"A green one like Hoesa," I said, "though I won't be picky. If any color hatches for me I'll be happy. What about you?"

"A red one, I guess." Murtagh said looking away, "though my dragon will not be twisted and evil like my fathers. But I won't complain if another color hatches for me."

"We'll be dragon riders together!" I said happily.

"Alianna and Murtagh, the dragon riders, with their dragons, to overthrow and destroy Galbatorix and restore the Dragon Riders' Order." Murtagh said, smiling at me.

"Dragon Riders, together." I said

"Dragon Riders together" repeated Murtagh.