Disclamer: I don't own Eragon, Eldest, or the Inhertiance Trilogy. I do, however, own Raziel.

Prologue

"Ready to leave?" Brom asked, while strapping his sword to his belt. Ajihad was dead, but they still lived, and the Varden had been saved, for now.

Murtagh looked at him. "Did the dragon really pick me?" Ever since the second dragon egg had been retrieved, his world had been turned upside-down.

-Flashback-

"He's the son of Morzan. He needs to be imprisoned." Ajihad said. Fury was in every inch of his face. "He'll be just like his dad. You remember how terrible he was, Morzan, the first and last of the Foresworn."

"He saved Eragon's life, as well as mine. We wouldn't be here if not for him." Brom said defensively. "Do not judge him by his father. His destiny is his own, not his father's."

"Can I have your word that he won't betray us?" Ajihad asked. "I can't trust him until I have your word. Else I'll have to lock him up."

Hrothgar sighed. "Ajihad, listen to Brom. Murtagh won't become his father. It is unlikely."

Everyone stared at Brom, waiting for his response. They were sure that he wouldn't give his word. After all, hadn't it been Morzan who killed his dragon. Surely he could see that Murtagh was destined to follow in the footsteps of his father. What happened next surprised everyone a bit

"Vel einradhin iet ai Shurt'tugal." Upon my word as a Rider. Everyone gasped. He had sworn in the ancient language. The Varden waited for their leader's response. Tension filled the air.

"Then, I, Ajihad, welcome you, Murtagh, son of Morzan, to the Varden." Cheers went up all around. Suddenly, a cry went up.

"We've got an egg! A dragon egg!" Ajihad, Brom, Hrothgar, Murtagh, and everyone else stared at the new arrivals. Or arrival, as it was.

"Raziel," cried Brom, "you're alive!"

"Yeah. Here boy, take this, will ya?" and he gave the egg to Murtagh. It was blood red, and then something happened. Pain surged through Murtagh's right hand, and he let out a cry.

"What's wrong? Murtagh!" Eragon cried. Then a thought hit him. "Wait, let me see your hand." He grabbed his right hand. Everyone gasped. There, on his palm, was the gedwey ignasia.

-End Flashback-

Brom sighed. "A dragon will wait forever for its Rider, if it has to." He could see the despair in Murtagh's eyes. "Don't worry, you'll make an excellent Rider. Now, let's join Eragon, Orik, Raziel, and Arya. They've been waiting for us so we can leave for Ellesmera."

Murtagh grinned. "Let's go!" They set off on to join the others, and, together, left for Ellesmera.

Hope you enjoyed it. Well, I'll update as soon as I can. Which will probably be in a few days, since I'm busy with school. Later!