So here it is, my new Eragon story. I loved Eragon when it came out and Ive read it and Eldest numerous times. Ive been meaning to write this for a while but I could never get my head around the idea. So here it is…
Prologue
It was very dark in Du Weldenvarden that night, the moon was obscured by thick clouds and electricity lingered in the air. Deep in the shadows of the trees, two figures ran towards the Shurt'gal council. It was a very high tree.
"Twyla, I don't want to get caught…" Nerik was glancing around nervously.
"Nerik, my father got three dragon eggs from Saphira! I want to see them before he parades them before the population of Ellesmera!" Twyla hissed, looking up at the tree where her father kept them.
"There's no way up!" Nerik said, "lets go back!"
"No!" She snapped, "I want to see them!" She paused and considered a thought "I think magic could get us up…"
"Twyla, I don't think we should. It's dangerous! And im not so good with magic!"
"What on earth do you suggest then?" She asked, turning on him.
"I…um I don't know."
"See?" Twyla looked up the impressive trunk of the tree "there isn't another way Nerik, come on!" She opened her palm towards the ground and commanded "Up!"
Twyla felt slightly sick as she whizzed upwards. She didn't feel weightless at all during her flight, so it was odd. If she hadn't been on her father's dragon she would have lost concentration. She landed perfectly on the edge of the room and walked in. Her footsteps echoing off the wooden walls. In the centre of the room, stood three pillars that stopped at waist height. They were arranged in a line, with the red one in the middle and a blue one on the right and a green one on the left. Twyla stared, fixated on the centre one.
"Oh for the love of Ellesmera!!" Nerik stumbled and fell. He had arrived on the ledge but the flight had not sat well with him. Twyla didn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the red egg. It was as red as a ruby and so shiny; she could see her face in it.
She ran a long finger along its side.
"Twyla doesn't touch it!" Nerik said but it was too late. The egg began to rock violently.
Twyla stared at it, she knew what was happening but she couldn't quite grasp the concept. Then the shell at the top of the egg came loose and a little red dragon tumbled from the shell.
"Twyla! The egg hatched!" Nerik was obviously panicking. Twyla took no notice. She reached out for it with her hand. The second the dragon's nose touched the skin, Twyla felt a sharp pain shoot through her arm and everything went black.
When she opened her eyes, she found the little red dragon curled up on her lap. Nerik had dozed off beside her.
"NERIK!" she snapped. He jumped, up and alert.
"Oh Twyla! Your dragon! It hatched! Oh you'll be in so much trouble!"
"Shut it Nerik!" She picked up the dragon "come one, go home."
"What? Oh, ok…" Nerik said "ill see you later."
"Come on little one, lets get flying." Twyla whispered as she stopped by the edge. She caught a glimpse of Nerik using magic to get down. "Let me fly!" she commanded and at once she shot off the edge of the tree and towards home.
Twyla stumbled onto the ledge outside her family's tree. She stepped under the membrane her father had shut down and was met with the warm scent of wine. Her father and Orrick sat at the wooden table, laughing and talking. Her mother Arya sat on a small sofa in the corner, reading a scroll. Saphira was lounging in her bed, her hot breathe coming out in great gusts.
"Oh dear lord, Eragon I suggest you look to your daughter." Orrick said, standing up.
"Orrick, what in Ellesmera do you mean?" Eragon said, turning to face the way Orrick was pointing. Twyla looked at her parents' shock and down at the hatchling.
"Twyla, where did you find that?" Arya broke the silence.
"Well, er…me and Nerik were bored and we knew the eggs were going on show tomorrow so I wanted to see them before that, and as soon as I saw the red one I knew something special would happen and er…it did…" Twyla stammered. Eragon was silent.
"Well, Eragon, it would have hatched for her anyway, so what damage is done?"
"True." Orrick said gruffly.
"well, I suppose. You'll need to name her, or him."
it's a her, Saphira said, projecting her thoughts.
Really? Can I speak to her like I can speak to you?
Not quite yet little one, but soon. Remember she has just hatched. Saphira said, with one sapphire eye open.
"I can't wait to be a Rider!" Twyla whispered to her dragon "and I'm glad you chose me. You're very pretty." The dragon understood and licked her chin. She smiled and without a word from her parents, she walked up the steep even stairs to her chamber at the very top of the tree. She sat with the dragon on her bed.
Can you hear me dragon? Even if you can't reply, I need to name you…
Twyla didn't hear a reply but she felt as if the dragon was happy about it.
Rena? No
Rubis? No
Scarle? No
Scira? There was a pause. Twyla felt a strong feeling of happiness and love from her dragon.
Scira and Twyla, the new Rider and her Dragon…
well there you go…my new story… R&R please. x