Hey peoples reading this! I just finished reading the 3rd book and I felt a need to write a fanfiction. Not just any fanfiction about Eragon though. Oh no, this is about the 3rd dragon egg in Galbatorix's posession and how it comes to hatch after it choses it's rider. I was going to make Kiana 3 years old, but I had decided that would be to hard to write from her point of view so I made her older, but still a kid so I can make this a little different from the other 3rd egg hatching stories. If you have had a chance to read my other stories which have to do with Twilight then you know my style of writing and how I like to have romance and lots and LOTS of drama. This story will be no different in that respect, but it will take longer for the romance to develop since well Kiana is a kid and all. She is not special like Eragon or Murtagh in having a rider as a father (or mother) and she is a perfectly ordinary girl as far as anyone can tell (although she has a weirdly strong connection with nature), but if that's true then why was she chosen to be the 3rd rider and how did the egg fall into her hands?
Kiana
It was a normal day as I played on my beach next to the Ramr River. I was safe to play here as long as I wanted since I had befriended the soldiers who patrolled this place. If new soldiers were givin the task of patrolling the riverbanks then I might be in trouble, but I wasn't gonna stop going here because that might happen. This was my favorite place because the river calmed me and there was an interesting mark on a tree nearby that I always came to look at. I knew the soldier's or mean old King Galbatorix knew about it because I would never see it again because it would probably be taken to Ure'baen which was up the river. I knew it was special, but I didn't know why so I came here everyday to investigate it hoping something new would happen, but saddly nothing did. I also loved the occasional animals that would come to this place to drink like deer and once a panther. Oh yeah, I forgot my name is Kiana and I'm 12 years old.
It was getting dark so I headed for home which was a small house in Bullridge. My mother welcomed me home asking if anything interesting had happened today and I told her the same answer I told her everyday. Nope my day had been completly normal. After dinner I headed up to bed where I heard my younger brother complain he didn't want to go to bed yet. I heard my mother tell him that as the man of the house he had to know when to go to bed. My brother like everynight agreed and went to bed to falling asleep to dreams where he was a hero in some war or another. My dad had died in a battle with the Varden so now mom puts him to sleep like that. I loved my Dad, but my anger at the Varden subsided not to long after it happened. I mean how can you hate people who are brave enough to oppose the King putting their lives on the line?
I heard about what Galbatorix was. A rider. Everyone had heard about him and the newest riders Eragon and Murtagh with their dragons Saphira and Thorn. Eragon and Saphira fought for the Varden with the elves, dwarfs, and Urgals while Murtagh and Thorn fought for Galbatorix. There was also a rumer about a gold dragon in Gil'ead, but nothing solid. The dragons facinated me more then any other part of the legends and in my heart I knew they were real. The rest of my family didn't belive it was true, but from my little beach I could have sworn I saw a little glint of red in the sky in the direction of Ure'baen. Another reason I visited my beach everyday, I was hoping for another look of Thorn.
The symbol on the tree made me think it had some connection with the dragons. I knew Galbatorix would eventually find it, but I couldn't help myself and I came there everyday. I fell asleep to dreams of flying with a emerald colored dragon.
I woke up and the morning progressed as usual from Damian (my little brother) throwing a fit about something or another to mom telling me to complete my daily chores. After my chores were done I told my mom I was going out like I always did and she answered by telling me to be back by dinner time. When I woke up this morning I noticed the clouds in the sky were unusually grey promising a storm later this afternoon. There was something not quite right about this storm and I felt uneasy.
By the time I got to my little beach the wind was picking up at an alarming rate and it was drizzeling. I went to my tree examining the strange symbol as I took cover under the trees seeing as the rain was getting heavier. I heard thunder in the distance and I groaned. I hated that I would have to walk back in this. The rain soon became so hard that I decided I would rather take a scolding from mom about not being home on time then walk all the way back home in this. I sat down with my back against a tree across from the symbol tree. I stared at it until my eyelids started to feel heavy and then fianaly close the last thing I heard was the thunder closer then it was before.
I woke to the sound of yet more thunder, but it woke me because it was so loud I thought my eardrums would explode. About a second later I saw a huge blinding flash of lightning. I stood up in alarm. How could it be this close? How long had I been out?
The next roar of thunder sounded even worse then the last and a second later a bright light came down and hit the tree in front of me. I ducked, but I looked up at the tree and I saw something that made me shiver. The symbol was glowing.
I felt compeled against all reason to touch the glowing symbol. My mind told my arm and hand not to, but I saw and felt my right hand reach towards the symbol. When I placed my hand on it the glowing immediatly stopped. The wind was still howling, but the rain, thunder, and lightning disapeared with the glow. I stood there waiting for something, my brain not wanting to work right. And then I heard it. It was a roar of an animal I'd never heard before, and I looked in the direction it came from. I saw a red speck growing bigger and bigger in the sky. The speck grew until I could see something on the creature's back. By now I knew what I was seeing it was Murtagh and Thorn I just knew it. I felt a shiver of excitement pass through me as they came closer and closer until they landed right in front of me on the beech.