A story about a boy that discovers his destiny. Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon.
One day Jason Spirit, age 14, was walking home from school when he found this blue rock. He brought it home but as he was puting it down on his bed to take good look at it it started to crack. As this is going on Jason is saying to himself that this is now ordinary rock, this is an egg. What was in the agg was a dragon. "What an amazing creature." says Jason. Jason raises his new found dragon for a couple days until he decides to teach it how to fly. He goes to the school feaild which was deserted at the time. He through's the dragon up in the air and it starts to fly. Five seconds after it takes flight a bright white light shines almost blinding Jason.
The dragn flies back down to Jason 20 times bigger than before. Then The Dragon startes Communicating with Jason telepathicaly. "My name is Ember" says the dragon.
"My name is jason."
"You are my dragon rider."
"You mean like eragon."
"Yes just like eragon. O, Sophira is accually my cousin."
"Can i do magic."
"Yes you can, and without fainting or getting killed."
"O that will do just fine."
"What my hand ball."
"Yes, you can keep me inside of it. Kind of like a pokeball."
"Can i still play handball with you inside of it."
"Yes you can and without it hurting your hand."
Jason sees the marking on his hand.
"What is this." jason
"It is your dragon riders mark, there is no other like it in the world."
I am sorry but this is the end of the first chapter.