Prologue:
Black and White
Night quickly claimed the island of Vreonguard, but not all respected its wishes. As the moon reached its highest point, and the stars their brightest, a roar pierced the darkness. The people of Narda rolled in their beds, and all life on the island ran away from that sound, hoping it was not their time to die. The poor deer that was the target stopped in a moonlight-filled meadow, listening for the sound that would betray where predator was. Silence. Just as the deer started to go back in the open, she was struck by a great black beast.
As the dragon fed on the dying deer, another creature came into the meadow. He did not hide or quake in fear though, he instead strode right up to the dragon, asking " Is that enough Tormenta?" It should be Lance Tormenta told him, the male dragon's voice like a thunder storm.
"Don't worry," Lance began " In just a few months we will be going back home, back to the main body of Alagaesia!" I have to things to say to that, Lance. One, it sounds like you are assuring yourself, for I am not worried and two, We still have much training to do. You with your… spirit summoning, to put it in a polite way, and me with my storms. Tormenta rumbled in reply.
"Come on Tormenta, you must be a little excited, for its been ten years since we came. I was seven remember, and you were only a few days old. You grew up so fast." Lance chuckled. Of course I'm excited, but we are going to war, not to a tea party! Things have changed since you were little.
" I know," Lance grumbled" We will finally avenge my Grandfather, his dragon, and all that Galbatorix killed!" Or die trying Tormenta added grimly
"Aye".
As the two of them stood there, watching the moon begin it's decline to hide behind the mountains, only the bats and owls saw them began their journey to the center of the island, to wait for dusk once more. While walking, storms began shooting out of Tormenta's snout instead of smoke, staying still for a moment , before being blown away by another.