Listen I do not own any characters you recognise
Listen I do not own any characters you recognise. I only own Arendil, Lyssa, Ethanair and Icefire. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Beginnings.
Arendil's P.O.V.
"Ughh, I hate mornings", groaned Arendil. 'Aren what's wrong? 'asked my dragon Icefire. Looking into my mirror I saw a grey eyed, raven haired girl staring back at me .Blowing a tuft of black, red-streaked hair out of my eyes I went to join my friend Lyssa.
As usual she was reading. As if she needed to know any more about the ancient language. She was also a dragon rider. Her silver and black dragon Ethanair was flying with my crystal and white dragon Icefire. Her purple streaked, black hair covered her face as she was absorbed in her book.
Arendil, are you sure you slept well last night. You look horrible. What will master Oromis say when we meet him, Eragon and Murtagh for training?
'I'm fine Icefire. Please its early don't talk about that traitor Murtagh,' my lip curled as I said his name. Aren please you know that he only did those things because that fiend Galbatorix made him. You knew Murtagh before he was ensorcelled into the mad king's doing. You were best friends. 'That's exactly why I hate him so much. I was betrayed by my best friend Icefire. Imagine if I betrayed you.'
Icefire groaned softly, I understand Aren but we'll be late for training if we don't hurry. Get Lyssa's head out of the clouds and we'll get going. Laughing I walked towards Lyssa. "You are such a nerd Lyssa come on we got to training. Oromis will get mad at his star pupil and you wouldn't want that would you? Come on you gothic nerd let's go!"
Lyssa my best friend was a regular nerd. If she knew any more I'm sure her head would burst. She was also a bit on the gothic side. Her sword's name was Aeglos meaning snow-point or icicle. Her dragon Ethanair was the same as Icefire and they were like best friends. She always wore something black. Today she had on a jet black, leather vest with a purple and black pair of pants.
"I'm coming, geeze, give me sec," putting down her book and ran towards Ethanair, "race you Aren!" All my good friends called me Aren, Eragon had just got,
that privilege since at first I did not trust him. Being an elf made you extra wary of those you befriended. "Lyss you know you're not going to win!" I shouted over the wind.
We were both airborne as we hurried with our dragons to master Oromis. When Lyssa and I became dragon riders we were given extra gifts because of our bond. Lyssa had control over the power of wind and I had power over water. Master Oromis had been specially assigned to help us gain control of our powers.
With the wind whistling in both our ears, Icefire and I fell behind. We had never beat Lyssa and Ethanair in a race and we about to try our hardest. 'Come on Icefire let's go, we can do this!' That's what I like to hear Aren. We'll beat them yet.
Lyssa, Ethanair here we come! With an extra burst of speed we tailed enjoying the adrenaline coursing through our veins.