Chapter 1
Bellas POV
I looked to the dragon that had just hatched.
It looked at me in a pleading way. I can see your hungry but I don't have any meat.
I looked at me again. With a sigh, I grabbed a bread roll from the table and tossed it to him. He swallowed it in one.
I don't really like this. He thought
I laughed. We elves don't eat meat. I can't help you on that front.
He hopped onto the bedpost. Are you going to give me a name?
I sighed. What about Roneen? Or Laheraan? Or Abaleesh.
No. He said.
Indunh? Agurehl? Lanahrehr? Saluch? Ranenarl?
They sound like the name of peasant dragons.
Hanedr? Narars? Ranaheot?
He glared at me. Damn it, Bellanamor. Isn't there any more noble dragon names?
I only have one more that I can remember-Tagibaeb?
Tagibaeb? He snorted Absolutley not.
I sighed. I don't know any others!
He rolled his eyes again. Why don't you look in the history of Alagaesia?
Oh. Ok. I grabbed the scroll and began reading. Theres Eberhaud-the dragon who won a battle alone.
Read on, Bellanamor. The dragon said If you look down, it also says he drowned. What a pathetic way to die.
You can read!?
Yes.
I continued reading down. I don't think Atbuah or Aberugnas fit-so, how about Ilrae? The first dragon to hatch to a female elf called Lalatanh.
Ilrae-I like it. Its fits.
I scooped up the emerald dragon...now called Ilrae, into my arms, and carried him over to the crags of Tel'naer. "Oromis." I said "The last dragon egg has hatched for me."
Glaedr eyed him. What is your name, hatchling?
Ilrae growled, not liking being called a hatchling. Ilrae. Yours?
Glaedr.
"I'm afraid Saphira and Eragon have just left. The empire is massing to attack the Varden. But no mater...we'll just have to begin training you now...So you and Ilrae can help when the time comes."
Edwards POV
We wondered through the forest. Something was wrong. I could feel it.
And then in a clearing stod an angel. Come with me...
Everything went white, and I did something a vampire shouldn't do.
I fainted.