A/N: This is my Inheritance Fanfic. It is the sequel to Eldest though it will be incredibly shorter! Please read and once you get to the end…Review! Enjoy.
Chapter One: Destiny
Shafts of light filtered through large gaps in the Dome of Galfni. The Dome was a huge cavern of smooth rock carved by the dwarves thousands of years ago. It housed countless dwarves, residents of Galfni.
Ragoth was a dwarf child. He had only lived in Galfni for seventeen years, seventeen years he'd been alive, considered young among all the other dwarves, who aged at least over a hundred. He had a small brown beard which was still growing on his chin and was garbed in a dwarfish outfit of green and brown. His mother had died in ages past, now only Ragoth and his father remained.
His father had been hunting in the mighty Beor Mountains for a few days with a party of other dwarves, and was missed sorely. They were on their way back from their hunting escapade.
They arrived through a great archway in the Dome, carrying between them a Shrgg. They were exhausted and lifted the giant wolf only with their combined efforts. Plunking it down on a huge stone table to be carried away by other dwarves, the party dispersed.
Ragoth's father made his way toward Ragoth. He was a stocky dwarf with a thick brown beard and deep blue eyes. He held an Urgal horn bow in one hand and in the other a bag which bulged with possessions.
Ragoth shook his hand and greeted him in the dwarf language. His father did likewise.
Help…
"What's wrong father?" asked Ragoth.
"Nothing," he said gruffly. "I didn't say anything, why son? What happened?"
Ragoth didn't respond. He fell to the floor unconscious. His father panicked and lifted his son up with the help of a few other dwarves and carried him away to their residence.
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A dwarf is it?
Ragoth's mind was clouded, he sensed another entity speaking to him in a whisper in his head, he responded.
Yes… Why? Who are you?
That is not of importance young dwarf… But I am someone who is in need. You must… help me.
Why should I? I don't even know you.
Do you know a Rider by the name of Eragon Shadeslayer?
Yes, Ragoth admitted.
Eragon cannot defeat the Empire on his own.
But I'm not a Rider! There has never been a dwarf Rider, ever!
I know that, in fact I know your kind very well. What If I told you that there are now two dangerous Riders who oppose Eragon and Saphira?
What! How?
Ah, there isn't much time young dwarf. I am not suggesting that you be the new Rider, everyone in all Alagaësia thinks that there is only one Dragon Egg left in the world and that it lay in the possession of the evil King Galbatorix. They are wrong.
Wrong? How? Where is this other Dragon egg then? Ragoth queried.
I keep it, but first you must promise me something. My name is Ufojer. Do not ever tell anyone that. I am in an ancient city… Do not tell anyone that I have the last dragon egg, or I will invade your mind and destroy you. You are the only chance for saving Eragon and Alagaësia.
How's that?
You will have to find the new Dragon Rider to fight alongside Eragon. I cannot say much now, but I can send you a dream. You will not wake up. You will see yourself doing things you never thought possible. It will all come to pass in the near future. Do not misjudge my words, for they are truer than any. It is your Destiny, Ragoth… you are destined…
What about…
Ragoth floated out from the strange conversation with Ufojer, falling into a hypnotic dream…
He saw himself walking into a wide tunnel, and travelling through dark tunnels, until he emerged at the foot of the towering Beor Mountains.
His vision changed to a full map of Alagaësia, complete with the Hadarac Desert, Du Weldenvarden and the Beor Mountains. He could not see any of the Elvin cities, only the Dwarf ones.
He saw a rough hand draw a line in pencil from the foot of the Beor Mountains north of Galfni, across the edge of the Beors and the Hadarac Desert to Surda, where there was a letter in capitals: E.
From there the line went through Surda to Feinster, where there was the word "Bororn", and under it: "Dragon Rider" in dwarfish/human runes.
The line then wriggled north into the sea, then the vision faded into an abyss of jet black.
Ragoth woke from his sleep sluggishly. He saw his father shaking him frantically. "Thank Guntera! I thought you'd never wake!"
"How long was I out?" Ragoth asked, worried.
"How long?! About two hours! And all the time you kept muttering: Eragon… Galbatorix… must stop… Olkiter!"
A/N: Did you like it? If you do or don't… review and tell me! I'll be preparing the next chapter soon…
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