First Fanfic, hope you like it! review would be much appreciated and please report any grammar mistakes. It's not my mother-tongue so please report if you see anything !

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There on the horizon flew a lone speck of blue heading towards the main land. The speck slowly grew closer and closer and you could see the speck slowly transforming into a magnificent dragon. On it sat a man with silver hair and slant indigo eyes, and when the wind played with his hair one could see the pointed ears of the man.

Eragon was finally heading back again after a hundred years of wandering and exploring. When he was chosen to be a rider 120 years prior by his beautiful dragon Saphira he was chosen to be the apprentice of Vrael himself because there was a potential in him that no other rider had possessed. After he finished his training to become a rider by the age of 30 he had been ordered by Vrael to go out and explore the unexplored. Eragon had started his Journey and had wandered to the north and to Alalea, the place where the elves and Urgals originated.

Eragon was now heading back to his home: Vroengard. He hadn't been there for a 100 years and wondered what had changed. Probably not much little one said the beautiful voice of his partner of heart and mind. How do you know? A lot can change although a 100 years is not a long period it is still noticeable even for us said Eragon. Saphira didn't answer and let him ponder his own thoughts.

When he had been born in Ellesméra 130 years prior he had been dearly loved by his parents only to be taken away from them when they had been killed in a skirmish with Urgals. Because of their bravery and courage in battle and because his parents had been friends with the royal family he had been taken in their household. He had been good friends with the king his daughter Arya. They always played together and were inseparable. This of course changed when the riders had come with new eggs. They were both of age and had both touched the eggs.

With a mere age of ten Eragon had been chosen to become a rider with his beautiful sapphire dragon Saphira. The first year of his education had been spent with Oromis and Glaedr on the Crags of Tell'naeír. When he and Saphira had been ready to fly to Vroengard they were sent away by his teachers. There they had been introduced to Vrael and Umaroth. They had seen something in them no one else had seen. They had a potential to reach greatness and that is why Vrael had finally taken his first apprentice to become his successor. Of course Eragon hadn't known this when he started his training, otherwise he might have become cocky. But after his 20 years of training his mentor had told him what was meant to happen to him. Looking back on it Eragon had always known what he was meant to become. The way younger riders and people respected him never failed his notice but he never had put his finger on it.

We are almost home Little One Said Saphira.

And when Eragon looked through Saphira her eyes he saw his home-island finally coming into view. But when he looked he noticed something was off. There weren't any specks of light flying around on the island. Actually when he looked closer he saw no-one on the island. Hurry up Saphira! Something is terribly wrong! Saphira was rapidly gaining speed and she was flying as fast as she could to their homeland. When they arrived they only saw ruins and everywhere they looked they saw dragon bones covering the city of Doru Oreaba. Saphira roared with an incredible amount of grief and anger and Eragon couldn't help but let tears come to his eyes.

whoever had done this was going to pay.