Disclaimer: Do not Own, Not making money. And no the oc does not qualify as mary-sue. The oc would kill all mary-sues and turn them into mary-sue pate. But that's my opinion.

The Dragon Queen

Eragon woke up the next morning to find his cousin/brother asleep on the ground next to him. He was glad to have Roran back even if he was angry at him. He couldn't blame him for being mad; it was his fault that he had allowed Garrow to die. If not for him Caravahall would still be whole, Quimby and others would be alive and Roran would not have had to turn fugitive because of the empire.

What have I done? This world needs a hero and I can't even save my own village. He buried his face in his hands, and tried to stop the inevitable tears from forming. Saphira stuck her snout in the tent and looked at him with her clear blue eyes.

Do not blame yourself little one. It was not your choices alone. As I recall the King, the shades as well as the Ra'zacs all have free will. They choose to bring disaster and pain, you choose to oppose them. Had you no spirit to oppose them I would not have chosen you. Saphira said this in such a plain matter of fact way that Eragon could not dispute it. He still blamed himself for all that happened but he could not help but feel that he was not alone in the blame. That was when he felt something approaching. It was large and powerful. He could sense nothing more than that from the intruder, besides a feeling of freedom. He rushed outside of his tent to meet whatever it was, ready for both war and welcome. He felt Saphira close behind him, he was grateful for her presence. Then he felt/heard something. A steady thump, a whirring, so loud it was difficult to tell the direction it originated from. Eragon looked all over the land and saw nothing. Then the sun was blocked out, and Eragon looked up with a feeling of dread as his fears were confirmed and a large Dragon began to descend from the sky. The archers all reacted quickly and sent several volleys after the dragon. Eragon could not tell it's colour from where he was only that it was dark and since the king and his brother both had dark dragons he prepared to fight as did Saphira. He leapt onto her back, in his haste he forgot about her saddle and was prepared to take to the skies when the volley of arrows the archers had short returned to bury their stone heads deep in the ground. Shortly after the arrows had been returned to them in such a manner the dragon began its final descent. Saphira coiled herself and prepared to launch herself at the intruder when everything seemed to freeze. The only thing anyone on the ground appeared able to move was their heads. He turned his head to find Arya concentrating furiously on breaking the spell on herself and having no luck. The same was true with all the other magic users. Even he was unable to break through the enchantment.

Well that decides it then, only the king could cast a spell of this size on so many and not kill himself with the drain. We are all goners.

I will fight him and die before he captures me!

I agree with that Saphira, we may die, but the king will know that he fought a rider.

They waited in furious silence as the dragon descended towards them. He glared up defiantly and saw the beginning of the dragons colour.

It's Green! This dragon is a dark green. So who is it?

We shall see shortly little one.

They waited, now halfway between dread and hopeful curiosity, as the dragon landed. It was larger than Saphira; it was larger than Oromis' small home. It was still not nearly as big a Glaedr. So it was several years to at least a decade old then. He could still not make out anything of the rider save that he was wearing a long concealing hooded cloak made out of some kind of animal hide. As the Dragon landed the rider jumped out and landed with an unearthly grace and strode purposefully with long powerful ground eating strides to the center of the camp, his black hood effectively hiding his face as he turned to look directly at each person frozen in time and action by his spell. His voice rang out then, it was difficult to place the accent but his soft tenor was speaking the words of the ancient language to all who could hear.

"I am both rider and friend and I mean you no harm. I would however advise against further attempts on my life in the future as I do not give more than one warning." The hooded figure stepped forward and addressed Eragon. "I see that you are also a Rider, may I have your name?"

Arya gasped, it was considered highly rude and improper for anyone to ask someone their name in the ancient language. Eragon felt the spell lift as the stranger made a small hand gesture and waited patiently for his reply. Arya walked up to him quickly and whispered her misgivings to him.

"You cannot give him your name; we know nothing about him save that he has a dragon, and that he is powerful. He could be working for Galbatorix and mean to use it to capture you!"

The stranger laughed, it was a strange haunting primal laugh that sent shivers down his spine and made him and everyone else shudder with so many different feelings that it was impossible to single one out.

"Foolish elf Svit-kona, if I had wanted his true name I could have gotten it easily. I only speak in the ancient language because it is the only one I have some assurances of being perfectly understood in. I only want the name his mother gave him and everyone else uses. And as for me using such means of capture, do you truly believe that I would need to?"

Eragon and Arya looked at each other, realising that the stranger spoke true. He had done something unheard of, a long lasting spell that had frozen several thousand people in place for a long period of time and was impossible to break, all without breaking a sweat. His dragon also bore no signs of fatigue that would accompany such a spell so it seemed unlikely that he had tapped deeply into his store of magic. Eragon thought for a moment, if he refused this riders' friendship would the varden survive it? Could they afford to not have him on their side? Cautiously he reached his hand forward to him.

"I am called Eragon Shadeslayer."

The rider took his hand and began to lower his hood as he said "I am called many things where I am from but most call me Sahkur-Rah." The rider's hood was down, finally revealing his face. Eragon saw first the two large Onyx eyes and the fine features, not streamlined and feline like an elf's and yet not crude and rugged like a human, and certainly not dwarfish. The hair was of a rich dark blond, tied back from the face effectively hiding the ears. There was a fierce intelligence in the eyes and the arch of the eyebrows. The features were open, honest, and yet primal and passionate. The mouth was curved and full and appeared to be equally suited for smiling and growling. The riders cheekbones were high and well defined and yet not cumbersome, nor were they delicate. The riders jaw was built along the same lines. The entire image was one of power and beauty and strength. The most relevant revelation of this new rider caused Eragon to gasp in surprise.

"You are a woman?"

"Last time that I checked I was." Sahkur-Rah said with an amused half smile as she removed the rest of the coat. Her dress was a peculiar as the rest of her. She did not wear a dress as most human women wore or a tunic like an elf's. She wore a short top that covered her chest and stopped at her midriff, leaving it bare. There was only one sleeve and it was a strap going over her right shoulder. Her forearms were encased in long animal hide gloves. She wore a sliver belt decorated with golden runes and on her belt was hung a long thin sword. Her pants were low slung and hung just at her hips leaving her navel exposed as well. Her entire outfit was made of animal hide and it was black.

"So do you just wish to stand there all day and gape at me, or can I get you to introduce me to those that I must work with Shadeslayer?" She had an amused smirk on her face, as if she were used receiving this kind of attention from men where she was from. It took a bit for him to realise she was talking to him.

Eragon, snap out of it. Sahkur-rah just asked you something.

Huh? Oh, right. Sorry… He cleared his throat as he thought how best to answer in the ancient language.

"Yes, of course, if you would follow me I'll introduce you to the leaders of the Varden." He was careful not to make it clear which he had said yes to. He tried not to wince at how high pitched and strangled his voice sounded from embarrassment. She was striking but not enough so for him to just lose it in such a fashion. Her features, while they held a certain charm, were alien. Even Elain was a far greater beauty. Besides, she was bound to be just as welcoming of his affections as Arya was. So why be bothered by her. He had just convinced himself that this new rider was not attractive to him when he heard a quiet chuckle from Saphira.

Me thinks you doth protest too much, little one.

…Quiet you…

They had finally reached the large tent that housed the leaders of the varden. Nasuada and the council of elders not to mention king Thorrin had been in the large tent while all this had been happening. They were somewhat disturbed by the large use of magic as well as the sudden release of it and fearing the worst most of them had gotten their battle gear on and had just stepped outside the tent when Eragon and the new rider showed up.

"My lady" Eragon bowed to Nasuada formally as he approached her and the others "There is a new rider that has come to our aid." He stepped aside as he introduced them "Nasuada, leader of the varden, meet Sahkur-Rah, rider. Rider Sahkur-Rah, meet Lady Nasuada, leader of the varden." They shook hands formally and then Sahkur-Rah grinned as she said something in what must have been her language. When asked to translate she replied "Too much formality makes friends of enemies and enemies of friends. It is an old saying where I am from." Eragon was prepared to translate the ancient language for them but she spoke in rough broken human language.The languages were similar but different enough to cause confusion so that while over here so she largely confined herself to the ancient language except when necessary.

"I can certainly see the truth in it though. Please come in, you have know idea how much your presence means to us."

Sahkur-Rah smiled grimly as she replied "I actually have a very good idea how much it means. The dragons where I am from sensed the death of several of their own hundreds of years ago and swore to find the cause and destroy it. When they discovered the cause they realised that they must wait for the right time to come and help with its destruction. Am I correct in guessing that what killed the dragons and their own rules this land and has enslaved twenty-six who are now dead, two who live and one that has lost both mind and soul sometime ago?"

"Actually Galbatorix only had thirteen forsworn" Came a highly irritated voice of one of the council. The rider just looked at her and said "But you only count their own, and not the dragons as well. Thirteen riders, thirteen dragons, twenty-six enslaved." Her voice was very matter of fact but there was a flash of annoyance in her black eyes that Eragon felt wholeheartedly. There were 13 riders, true, but each rider had a dragon. That made the number of the forsworn 26 not just 13. The council member made a harrumphing noise as she turned away from the new rider and looked at the back of the tent. Eragon noticed that most of the council of elders had opted to not get into their battle gear; Only Nasuada's next in charge had bothered to do so. Nasuada had brought them into the tent and insisted that they eat something as they talked to Sahkur-Rah in order to find out more of her. Eragon did not eat any of the meat that they had put out but the new rider had no problem with procuring a few slices for herself. As they ate Eragon listened with curiosity as Sahkur-Rah told them about her self. Eragon noticed Elva sitting beside her, oddly at peace in her presence. He wondered at that. There were always people with misfortune around her so how could she be at peace now, which reminded Eragon of his promise to her. He signalled her to him and she came and sat down beside him. He thought carefully of what he wished to say and do and found the strength in him that was his magic reserve. He whispered his new blessing over her so as not to interrupt the conversation.

"That which has changed you will bind you no more, do not be a shield for misfortune, be shielded against misfortune." He heard a small gasp as Elva felt the spell on her change so that she no longer felt the constant need to help those in trouble. She was crying softly. She was free to be a child again. Eragon held her gently as he listened to the rest of the new riders' tale. He learned a lot about her.

She was from a country far over the ocean where dragons lived alongside humans, dwarves and elves. . Her parents had been bonded to dragons; they weren't riders in the same way that he was a rider. They were considered to be part of the dragon clan and were treated as such. The dragons were not in a pact with humans and elves as they were here; they needed the bond partners as they were called to interact with others who were not dragon. They negotiated through these people and let their voices be heard. For several years this was more than acceptable and helped to keep the peace. Until thirty years ago when the dwarves were tired of so few of their kind having what they believed to be a status symbol of having a dragon partner. They decided that unless they had more of their kind bonded to dragons they would destroy as many of the eggs as they could and kill all the dragons. So they started a war and Sahkur-Rah's parents were caught by the dwarves and killed. She was only a year old at the time and the battle had been raging on for 15 years. The dragons decided that they had put up with enough of that war and needed a way to impose peace on the dwarves. So they changed Sahkur-Rah. Her mother had been elf and her father a human so they took the life essence from one of their willing dwarf companions as well as the life essence from one of their elder dragons and gave them to her. It effectively made her ¼ elf, ¼ human, ¼ dwarf, and ¼ dragon.

So that is why she eats the meat, she is part dragon. Eragon mused to himself. It would also explain the sheer amount of power that she could summon.

They presented her to the country and as expected the dwarves quieted down and slowly stopped fighting. She was their peace pact with all of the other races and so long as her line lived there would be peace between all of the races in her country. When she was four she bonded with her dragon Eressmiss and had started visiting the people and places while she was trained by the dragons. The people had many names for her and all of them meant Dragon Queen.