Prologue
It has been almost forty years since the great Eragon Shadeslayer destroyed Galbatorix and successfully ended the horrible tyrant's reign of terror, and in that time Alagaësa had flourished under the High Queen Nasuada's rule.
A new breed of Riders has arisen, spearheaded by the joint leadership of Arya Dröttningu, and Eragon Shadeslayer. A new breed I was blessed to be able to join.
My dragon, Ninaru, and I, Tae of the Forgotten People, were thrown into the world of the Dragon Riders when I was a mere fourteen years old. It has been six years since the hatching of Ninaru and our life has not proven to be uneventful. Be it in the discrimination shown by my peers, or the missions we are sent upon with our masters Traegan Rolendis, and Abraeil Fireclaws.
I am grateful for the many opportunities this new life has granted me and my people, but there are times when I find myself wishing that I could return to my simple home and my simple way of life. Times when I wish my ever flaw and every wrong doing were not on display for the entire world to see…