Ok guys. This is my first try at any fan fiction. I am in love with The Inheritance Cycle that I made this. It is set three years after the fall of Galby. I hope you enjoy!
It had only been three years since Galbatorix was killed by the almighty Eragon and his rider friends Ayra and Murtagh. Still, dragons were growing in population. The eggs were brought around to the people to see if an egg would hatch. This ceremony was actually happening at the time in Therinsford as young Saelin was waiting in line waiting to touch a sea foam green egg. After a person was rejected they would skulk of into the city. Saelin only had six people in front of him at the time. A ginger kid rubbed the egg but nothing happen. He spat at the elf holding the egg and walked off. As the line crept up to the egg Saelin's excitement rose to where he was barely able to contain it. He was the next and line and as the person in front of him was not chosen by the dragon in the egg, Saelin reached out a trembling hand. The elf holding it gently set it in Saelin's hands and the egg started to vibrate in his hands. A crack appeared on the egg and more cracks branched from it: the dragon was hatching. Finally a small hole was made in the shell and a small dragon head peered out of its home.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have ourselves a new Dragon Rider! Gather around and get a good look at this young man, for he will protect you against the evils of this Alagaësia."
A sea of people rushed toward the new rider all wanting to touch him. A hand then grabbed his jacket and was pulled from the crowd. The hand belonged to the same elf that had held the egg. The dragon was in the elf's hands. When Saelin looked at the small creature the elf handed it to Saelin.
"Please, take me to your home. I need to speak to your parents about your training."
"Um, ok it's this way." Saelin said bewildered
Saelin lead the elf through several alleys to a small house. All the houses looked the same in Therinsford and they were in no particular order. Saelin went to open the door but it opened before he got a hand on it. There in the doorway was his father. He looked angry.
"What have you done this- Oh my goodness, is that what I think it is?" He asked eyes wide open.
"Aye father, it is a dragon. It hatched for me, just now actually."
"And who is this with you?"
"Sorry I have not yet told your son my name. I am Atríl. I am a rider myself." The elf declared, holding his hand out.
"And I suppose you want to take my son with you to train?"
"Yes. That is correct." Atríl said with a grin on his slim face.
"Well, come in I guess. I'll go get the boy's mother. Would you like tea or anything else to drink?"
"Yes, tea would be great" The elf said, sitting at the kitchen table.
Saelin's father left the kitchen. Saelin put the dragon on the wood table. He could finally get a good look at it. It's scales shone like gems even though there was little light in the kitchen. The dragon had four spikes extending a few inches out of its face and leathery wings.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Saelin asked of the elf.
"Why don't you ask it yourself?"
"How do I do that?" Saelin asked in disbelief.
"Open up your mind Saelin. Allow it to communicate with you. It is young so it will not understand sometimes, but over time it will learn. You will also have to name it once you know the gender."
Saelin opened his mind and felt tendrils of thought lapping at his own mind.
Hello, I'm Saelin. I am your rider. I am trying to figure out if you are a boy or a girl. Can you tell me which one you are?
Yes.
Ok, which one is it.
I am male.
"It is a he."
"Good! Now think of some names. If you need help, let me know." Atríl said.
"Ok, well I have heard a lot of stories f the old dragon riders and I think I have a name. I think I will call him Eridor, after the great dragon."
"That seems like a fitting name." Atríl said.
Do you like Eridor?
Yes. I am Eridor.
So be it.
Saelin's new dragon was now nibbling on his ear affectionately. At that moment Saelin's father came back into the kitchen followed by his mother. Her eyes were red and puffy, evidence that she had been crying. They both sat down and Atríl suddenly introduced himself.
"I am Atríl; I am a Dragon Rider and trainer. I will hopefully be training your son. I just want to make sure you understand what the process is. We will take him to Ellesméra, an elven city, and there he will be taught in the ways of the Riders. This includes honing his physical strength and his mental capabilities. During the process he will also change in his looks. His ears will become more pointed. Not, however, as much as mine are. His hearing will be better than ever and he will be as strong as ten humans. The only thing I need is your permission." Atríl explained to them.
"Will it cost anything to send him?" Saelin's father asked.
"It will not cost you a thing. It will not bring in a profit either. What it will bring is honor. Honor to have your son as a Rider. So what do you say?"
"Well," Saelin's father said gulping some air "I guess I would be fine with it."
Saelin's mother began to cry heavily. His father comforted her.
"Very well, I will be back tomorrow to get Saelin. I will have guards posted outside your home to protect you. Saelin, have a bag packed with two sets of extra clothing, five day's food, and meet me outside of your home at five in the morning tomorrow." Atríl said while standing. He turned and left. As soon as Atríl's footsteps could no longer be heard, Saelin's father swallowed hard and decided to say something.
"Son, I am proud of you. Your mother is too, it is just going to be hard not seeing you every day. You will become a man without me being there. You have to promise to come back when your training is over. Will you do that?" Saelin's father said, tears running down his cheeks.
"Of course I will Dad. I love you guys but I think I need to do this."
"Pack your bags boy. Then get some sleep. You are going to have some long days ahead of you. Goodnight."
With that, Saelin's parents turned and went into their room. There they would cry until morning, and then cry some more. Saelin had no time for crying, he had to pack. He ran to his room and pulled out a ruck sack from under his bed. He opened his drawers and picked his two best slacks and shirts. He put them, nicely folded up, into his bag. Then he got some underwear and socks. By the time he was done packing his things it was 11:43, time to go to bed. Saelin lay his head on his pillow but sleep did not come for a couple of hours. He was simply too excited for the next day to come. Finally his eyelids drooped and his went into a shallow sleep.
So what did you guys think? Please review this. I am looking forward to it! -Landon-