Eragon the First Dragon Rider
Prologue
Dragon Hunt
Chapters
An Elf Named Eragon
The Hunted
First Blood
Rage of Dragons
Part 1. The Fall of Osilon
Part 2. The Fires of Illairyn
Queen Tamunora
The Elvenor
Seeking Dwarven Council
Forging Dauthdaertya
The Place of Broken Eggs
Du Fryn Skulblaka
White Dragon Egg
Bid'daum
Eragon's Secret
Deadly Revelation
Exiled
Xagor the Mighty King of Dragons
No Place among Elves or Dragons
The Power of Eragon and Bid'daum
Mediator
War's End
The Great Bond
The Dragon Riders
Persona
Laetri-Male-Powerful Elf Mage and the one who invented the spells for the Dauthdaertya
Akir-Male Elf Hunter/Warrior/Mage
Tamunora-Female Elf Queen
Eragon-Male Elf/Mage
Rhuenon-Female Elf Forger
Kor-Dwarven King
Prologue
Dragon Hunt
There was a semblance of peace in Alagaesia. Most humans dwelt in the northern half of Alagesia. They lived in between the valley of Therinsford and the great city that is Cueneon capital of the Kingdom Palancar. There was the dark skinned folk who dwelt in the deserts and owed allegiance to no one save themselves. The Dwarves or the ancient race who taught humans how to build dwelt in the mountains of the Beors. The powerful Elves they were as numerous as the Dwarves and inhabited the forests of DuWeldenvarden, which stretched from the mountain near Osilon to Ellesmera. Then there was the dragons, the most majestic and mysterious creatures of the land. The only creatures that knew anything about the Dragons were the Werecats and they were just as mysterious as the Dragons. There were humans who worshipped the dragons and revered them, they would even offer up animal sacrifices to them. The Skulvanass was a human sect of Dragon worshippers, they believed that dragons were more than just animals; they believed that they were the source of all magic in the world.
While the order of the Skulvanass believed that Dragons were more than just animals, there were others who believed that Dragons were nothing more than just dumb beasts. The Elves also believed this and many magic users proved themselves by taking on a dragon in combat.
Limeath was a small Elven village in DuWeldenvarden that sat on the north side of Lake Isentar. The Elves of today were a prolific race just like humans and that is where the resemblance ended. Elves had round ears, but they didn't grow body hair like humans and Elves were extremely vain and shunned anything that was ugly or deformed. Elves had an inbred desire to prove that they were the best at any and everything they did from the arts to war and from magic to hunting.
"What is the greatest hunter in the sky or the land?" The question was asked by a young elf named Akir. He stood on an overturned tree addressing several other Elves.
"The great bears of the Beors." A young Elf maiden said.
"Wrong!"
"The Wind Vipers-they hunt with their minds and so they fear nothing or no one." An Elf named Sala said.
"Wrong!"
An Elf smoking a pipe blew smoke into the air and it became a horse and galloped around the gathered Elves until it dissipated. "Well tell us!" He said in aggravation.
"A Dragon!"
"Ha! A Dragon cannot stand against a Wind Viper." The smoking Elf said.
"I was in the Beors and I witnessed a Black Dragon kill a Wind Viper and eat its eggs out the nest and I say that Dragons are the greatest hunters in the world-Until I hunt and kill one." The gathered Elves plied him with questions, but he stopped them by raising his hands, "I shall kill a dragon and takes its scales and horns as a trophy and I shall be the greatest hunter in the world."
"What if I hunt and kill after you kill a dragon? Wouldn't that make me the greatest hunter in the world?" Everyone laughed, but Akir just sneered at the Elf.
Akir was a hunter by trade and he loved to fill the heads of other Elves with his hunting exploits. He owned dozens of trophies from his expeditions into the Spine, the forests, and the Beor Mountains. Akir's family was a powerful wealthy family that lived in Ellesmera the Elven Capital. But the house of Miolandra disinherited Akir because he had taken a human female for his mate and in the human custom, he married her.
"Are you really going to hunt a dragon?" The question was asked by a young Elf named Navual.
Akir had little patience for Navaul, even though he was Navaul's master in hunting. He sighed deeply before responding, "Yes Navaul I intend to hunt and kill a dragon-but first I will study them and learn their weaknesses-then I will strike."
"Can I come on your next hunting trip?"
"Have you done what I asked?"
"No Master I am sorry."
"How can you become a hunter if you can't even steal a simple rose from a garden-The hallmark of any hunter is stealth."
"It is stealing master."
"Be-gone with you I have no time for mealy mouth students who make excuses." Akir went into his house and slammed the door in poor Navaul's face.
Navaul walked away sad, he wanted so much to be a hunter and Akir was the best hunter in the land. "Navaul wait up!" A young Elf maid said. Her name was Gizell and she was a mageling studying magic under Master Daurum who had once been apprenticed to Master Laetri.
"What are you doing here?"
"The Master is taking me to Ellesmera to meet the Queen, he said I could invite someone and I wanted to know if you would like to come with me?"
"Sure why not." He said in a sad defeated tone of voice.
"What's wrong?" He sighed and explained what Akir wanted him to do, "Well my master always teaches me to take the initiative-If you want to impress Akir do the impossible."
"Like what?" He asked as they walked towards his house.
"I don't know-I'm sure Akir is not trying to teach you how to be a thief-May I suggest hunting something that won't get you killed."
Navaul beamed, "I have an idea-Come with me."
"No way-you are crazy." Gizell said when Navaul told her of his idea.
"Actually I think it is a brilliant idea." Faio their friend said, "I say we do it."
Nauval sneered, "There is no we-this is my adventure."
Faio sighed, "Come on Nauval-we will be famous-to hunt stalk and kill a dragon."
"I will have nothing to do with this madness!"
Just then a horn sounded and the three friends ran from Nauval's room to the living room where Nauval's parents were standing in the doorway. 'Father what is happening?"
"King Palancar's army was spotted near the lake-They burned lake-town-The horns of war are sounding-We are gathering an army to march on Palancar Valley."
The news floored Faio and Gizell, but Navaul smiled and pulled them back to his room, "This is perfect!"
Both Faio and Gizell looked at him confused, "Why is war perfect?"
"Because Akir and I know my master will join the warriors in battle-We are free to go Dragon hunting."
Faio shook his head in disbelief, "You are hopeless.
While the Elder Elven warriors marched to war against King Palancar Navaul, Gizell, and Faio prepared to hunt and kill a dragon. Navaul would stalk the creature and then Faio would lure the beast to his death. Gizell would use her magic to protect them and guide Navaul's arrow to make the killing blow. They broke into Akiro's house and stole all his notes on Dragons. His human wife was not home, because she had gone with her husband to Osilon to see him off. Gizell used magic to copy the notes then they left the village.
After two weeks of searching the trio finally found their prey. By the looks of him he was a young Dragon only a year old from the size of him. Akir's notes said that the older dragons were as big as hills or small castles. They stalked the Dragon for two days. Then it was time to strike-Faio took Gizell's potion which was essence of Lethberka because Dragons liked to kill the creatures. Faio used magic to spread the pheromones of the Lethberka and the Green Dragon went crazy.
Then Faio threw rocks which drew his attention, the green Dragon roared and leapt at Faio who started running. As the Dragon opened its wings to give chase Nauval took aim with his bow with Gizell at his side. "Fly true and hit thy mark!" She said in the ancient language. The arrow zipped through the air with a twang and struck the Dragon under the left arm pit. There was a thunderous crash in the forest. Nauval stood with one foot on the Dragon's head while Gizell made a fairth of their kill. Then they went about the bloody business of skinning the dragon and removing its horn's for a trophie.
As the three Elves walked away with their prize, a Werecat leapt down from a tree and placed his hand on the Dragon just as its parents landed in the area. The Violet and Brown Dragons were enraged when the Werecat told them how their Hatchling had died.
The war with Palancar was over, Palancar the mad is what they called him. Mad for thinking he could overthrow the Elves. Despite the heroics of the Elves in battle, everyone was talking about what Navaul and his friends did. Navaul loved embellishing his story as he told it over and over again.
"Very impressive although I was planning on hunting something a little older." Akira said.
"Do not belittle what my son has done Akira." Navaul's father said.
"Yes your jealousy is unbecoming." Navaul's mother said speaking up.
Akira sneered as a runner came speeding into the village. Runners were magically enchanted to run without getting tired. "Her majesty Queen Tamunora requests the presence of Navaul Eldron, Gizell Oin, and Faio Lencoss in Ellesmera-A royal guard is coming to escort you to the royal palace."
Five days later Navaul, his friends, and their families were making their way towards Ellesmera to speak with the Queen. As they traveled a Brown male Dragon flew behind a cloud watching them.
Chapter 1. An Elf Named Eragon
In the Elven city of Silthrim lived an Elf, Eragon by name. Silthrim was surrounded by open plains. Unlike most Elves Eragon was a bit tempered in his manner. His family was filled with spellcasters, Mages, and telepaths. Eragon of the House Lear. Eragon was an only child, but he had a host of cousins and relations. Eragon's family was vegetarian as they had a deep respect for all living things. Eragon himself was five and half feet tall and still growing. He had a runners build and loved planting flowers and trees. His favorite story was that of Meolandra who sang herself into a tree.
Eragon sat in a tree reading a scroll as he often did, when Ileai called to him from below, "Eragon!"
He smiled and dropped off the branch from thirty feet, they kissed. "Ileai I was going to come and see you when I was done reading." Eragon didn't have any studies today.
"Have you heard the word?"
Eragon sighed, "I am not interested in the gossip that flies from city to city-besides all stories have a way of being embellished as they go from person to person."
"Not this one a Dragon was killed by a hunter's apprentice."
Eragon sighed disapprovingly, "I take no pleasure in hearing such things-animals are people too."
She placed her hands on her hips, "So you would dress a dear in a tunic?"
He sighed, "All things whether they walk on two legs or all fours have a right to life."
"And life and death are intertwined-Something must die so that something else may live-It's the way of nature."
He kissed her on the cheek, "Well I have no wish to get into a debate." They started walking through the grassy paths back towards the city. "So tell me why aren't you in class with Master Sorin?"
"Master Sorin is going courting-Lady Rhuenon has returned to Ellesmera-She has been studying the Dwarven misteries of forging."
"The Dwarves are master smiths especially the Ingeitum." They stopped at the edge of town, "Would you like to come to my hoe for dinner."
She sneered at the prospect of eating nothing but vegetables, "No think you-the thought of that soup."
As she ran off Eragon laughed and continued to his family's estate. Their house was four great trees merged into one, that formed the mansion. The front door was made up of leaves and vines that parted when he walked up the overlapping roots that made up the steps. He was greeted by Kouleth Keeper of the House and sworn protector of the Lear Family.
"Welcome home young Lord."
"It is good to be home-Koul-Where is my father?"
"He is the study-He is speaking with a certain Elf who wishes you to join the Guild of Elvenor." The Elvenor was the royal guild of spellcasters. Only the most powerful Elves in magic were invited to join the guild.
Eragon sighed, "What again!"
"The Elvenor is prestige-I don't understand young master why you refuse to join them."
"Because-they are nothing but a bunch of pompous-windbags-and I despise overconfident arrogant Elves."
"Well said my son-but in the presence of Lord Laetri keep your opinions to yourself." A tall dark haired Elf said entering the common room.
They hugged, "Father!" He looked his father Ahmar in the eyes, "Now what do you mean by what you just said?"
"Master Laetri has invited us to Ellesmera." Before Eragon could protest Ahmar placed his hand over his mouth. "I only accepted because you were planning on visiting your cousin in Limeath." Eragon's relations in Limeath governed the town in Queen Tamunora's name. "Logic says to accept as we have to pass by Ellesmera to get to Lameath anyway."
After dinner Eragon read poetry to his father and mother, then they sang to each other in the ancient language, before going to bed. As Eragon slept he dreamed-Eragon walked through the Elven cities and as he walked a great fire raged all around him-Many elves died incinerated by the uncontrollable fires. Then there was a roar of a great beast and Eragon looked up to see the skies filled with Dragons. Eragon awoke in a cold sweat, his heart racing. Dreams meant many things to magic users and this was his first.
"Are you ill my son?" Miora Eragon's mother asked.
"I-" He was about to lie, but his father who instructed him in the ancient language taught him to speak the truth even in the common tongue. "I am troubled, but I do not wish to speak of it-yet." To Eragon's relief neither of his parents pursued the matter.