This is my second fanfic, starting from the end of Brisingr, except Arya is a dragon rider to Fírnen. This prologue is set on the day of Vrael's death at Utgard (Ristvak'baen), and his final words to his dragon.

Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Umaroth, take some of your soul from your Eldunarí, and place it in Sarah." The elf told his dragon, as he was blocking and returning the young rider's blows.

"Why, my partner-of-heart-mind-and-soul?" The dragon scratched Shruikan in the underbelly, causing him serious damage.

"She needs your wisdom. She will stay here for almost a century, mastering swordplay, magic and memorising all the scrolls in the ancient vault." The elf struck the evil rider in the side. The boy snarled.

"My rider, Vrael, those scrolls are for dragon riders only, not to mention that she will not be able to memorise them." He took a blow from the black dragon, and snapped his wing.

"The purple egg in the vault. It moves when she walks near it. I have no doubt it is for her. As for memorising the scrolls, you can help her with that. I would like you to teach her all the languages of Alagaësia. She can only make the egg hatch when she has finished her training. She can teach her dragon the most complicated flying manoeuvres. This way, she and her young dragon will complete their training on her hundredth birthday. The dragon will be one year old. From there, she will set out to Feinster, and you will return your soul to your Eldunarí when all of this is done. I love you my Umaroth, keep iet dautr safe." The elf fell to the floor, and growled at the human in front of him. As it healed its black dragon.

The dark haired human glared at the silver haired elf. "Where is his Eldunarí?"

"I destroyed it." replied the elf. "No one deserves to control any dragons as you do. Umaroth and I decided it was for the best. I curse you, that you will be killed by my child when you are most powerful." He said the whole of it in the ancient language, and the magic binded Galbatorix into the curse.

"Brom? That excuse for a rider. He is being hunted down by Morzan as we speak. He should learn to be less naive. He trusted my most willing follower, he is as pathetic as his father. You should have given me another dragon, elf. Your last decision as Lord Rider was your downfall."

"It was a well made decision. Kill me. Or will you hesitate like I did? There is no going back now. You have killed the dragons and their riders. They are on the brink of extinction. DO IT!"

Galbatorix sneered. "Shruikan, kill this excuse for a dragon. I shall finish off the elf."

"Of course master." The two riders met once more, but as Vrael attempted to fight, Galbatorix kicked him in the fork of his legs, before hacking off the head of the elder Rider. Then, the black dragon lunged at the white, yet Umaroth took death as gracefully as his rider.