Chapter 1: The Hatchlings.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Inheritance Cycle.
Something told me I needed to escape. It was too crowded where I was. It was also damp and wet. I kicked my legs out, testing. There was a cracking noise. I turned around, backed up, and charged, A black wall collapsed around me, and all I saw was a blinding white. I instinctively closed my eyes, blocking out the pain.
I opened my eyes again, immediately blinded by the intense light. I gave myself some time for my eyes to adjust. Looking around, I analyzed my surroundings. A cave, two red stones. But something moved! It was a dragon, a large, bronze dragon. It was my mother!
The red stone to my right started moving. I heard thumps and squeaks coming from inside. Cracks ran along it's smooth surface. The stone exploded, and another dragon, slightly smaller than me, appeared. Ignoring the hatchling, I waddled over to the other stone, and started smashing it the best I could. The affects didn't apear until the hatchling inside cooperated. Finally, the dragon inside hatched. She was the smallest of the three of us.
Hungry!
It was ringing in my head. I did it too.
Hungry!
The hatchlings and I chanted this, until another presence appeared; mother.
My children, your father will bring prey too eat. He comes through the cave mouth.
I turned my head. The harsh sunlight struck me through the mouth of our cave. I turned away to the hatchlings, my siblings. One was crimson, the smaller one. My sister. The other, the red hatchling, was my brother.
The red waddled over to the crimson. He pushed her over, and scratched her belly.
I am dominant!
Rushing over to aid Crimson, I tackled Red off of her and we wrestled. He pinned me, but I bit into his foreleg. He cried in pain, and his grip weakened. Mustering all of my strength, I squirmed, and brought my hind legs to his belly. I pushed him off, and lunged forward. Once again, we were wrestling. But this time, I pinned him to the ground.
Submit!
He couldn't escape. Red finally gave up, accepting the fact that I was dominant. I lifted myself off of him. He seemed very upset. But checking Crimson's wounds was more important to me. Luckily, they weren't serious, just painful.
When will father be here? my red brother asked.
When he comes back from hunting, my hatchling.
Red groaned and went back to his spot behind a rock. He hissed at me from his safety spot.
What is wrong with you?
I was beaten by a female hatchling for dominance! I bet your not even of this clutch! Look at those scales!
Scales don't matter. Crimson protested, defending me. But too preoccupied, I saw my scales. They were white. Not any shade of red like my clutch mates. Why are my scales white, mother? I asked.
That was the color chosen for you. It is your destiny, my child, to find out why you were gifted with different scales. That is what I think.
A roar came from outside. It was loud enough to shake the earth, the sea, even the sky!
Your father is here. Mother said.
Father! We cried together.
Father landed. He had copper scales, and was larger than mother. In his giant forelegs, he carried a large animal.
Hatchlings! I have brought you your first meal! You get to eat meat from the prey!
Red and I cheered. We dug into the red meat, and swallowed it down as quickly as we can. A new sensation covered me, and they dull ache of hunger faded.
Eat, my sister. I told Crimson. She was weighing in whatever consequences could happen. Finally, she ate her fill.
What shall we name our Hatchlings? Mother asked.
My son shall be Liahk. The reddish daughter Ridsal. I am not sure about the white one.
Jitanga. Her name shall be Jitanga.
Happiness burst through me. I had a name.
It had only been a few months before we were took on a mission.
Come my children. Mother told us again. We are to meet the Dragon Riders.
Mother led us to a large opening in the forest, DuWeldenvarden. Carefully avoiding the prickly-tall trees, I glided ahead of her.
Stay behind me!
I rolled my dragon eyes. Mother was always predictable like that.
Why? I asked her.
Just listen to me Jitanga! She roared.
We eventually got to the meeting place, and I saw a Dragon Rider. He was an elf male. The dragon beside him was gold, like dad, but he was older. He was missing a limb. He wore a proud, yet sad expression, and held a protective gaze over his Rider.
"And so-" continued an elf. I realized I wasn't paying attention to him. Before anyone else found out , I made an "I am listening" expression I often used with father's lessons. It had saved me many times from getting in trouble in the past. I had used it so much I perfected it. "the last known family of wild dragons will attempt to take down Galbatorix."
Mother and Father roared. The elves cheered.
What? Ridsal asked. Why must we kill Galbatorix? Can't the elves?
The elves are fearful that they are not strong enough, and without strength, they will all perish. But they believe five dragons will triumph where they would fail.
It was that golden dragon.
You shall be leaving in three days. It may be a tiring flight if not prepared. Now, Jitanga, I must speak with your parents.
Why can't the elves kill one human? Why does it take five dragons? It was Liahk.
I don't know. I answered. One human couldn't be that powerful, could he?
Mother and Father prepared us for a long flight. We exercised our wings as much as we could the first two days. We ate smaller meals, and slept less. The third day was a lazy day, where we didn't have to exercise. Until we had to leave. We left just as the sun was setting.
The mission was to kill Galbatorix. Success mention peace for the races of Alagaesia. Failure would mean death of my parents, my clutch mates, and me.
We will win this. I told myself. We have too.
So that is chapter one! Please note: This is my first fan fiction.