In the early morning hours of dawn, the sky is a blend of pale pinks, yellows, light blues and bright orange. The sun peaks over the horizon, and clouds outlined in gold float lazily along.
Eragon couldn't wipe the smile off his face as Saphira glided along, wind gently tossing his hair back. She swooped down, the tip of her wing sliding in the shimmering water of the ocean. Eragon leaned forward, dipping his own hand in the water. He was jerked out of his thoughts by Saphira's voice.
Why are you so happy, little one? She asked, turning her head so one great, sapphire eye was looking at Eragon. You haven't stopped smiling since we started flying.
It's just been so long since we've had the chance to just…fly, without having to worry about other riders. Eragon replied.
You are right. Saphira hummed, and then flapped her wings, bringing the two higher up.
Three years have passes since they moved to the dragon riders home, Vroengard. And in the three years, they have rebuilt most of the main city, Doru Araeba, and returned it to its former glory, training the new riders along the way.
A total of 5 new riders have surfaced since then, and together with Eragon and Arya, there were 7 riders.
Technically, 8. Eragon grumbled.
Are you talking about Murtagh? Saphira did that strange laugh of hers as Eragon flushed.
Well, he is a rider. Eragon shot back. He's just-just not here.
You miss him, don't you? Saphira did a wide arch, turning back tword's Vroengard. Eragon choose not to answer, and the two lapsed into silence.
Eragon did miss him. Murtagh was on Galbatorix's side during the war, but he was forced into it. He only did the things he did to protect Thorn. He had saved Nasuada…and they were brothers. Half brothers by blood, but he had devolved a bond when they first met.
I-I just wish he would come back…
I know little one.
Eragon blinked when something whizzed past his head. He looked back, and his eyes widened.
Saphira! Eragon's grip tightened on the spike he was holding as Saphira turned sharply. Arrows whizzed past, and as Saphira growled, a burst of fire escaped her mouth.
Strangled cry's filled the air, and to Eragon's shock, what once was invisible, became visible. Several creatures fell out of the air, now burnt and charred. There had to be at least 20…maybe 30. They snarled, and then charged at the sapphire dragon.
Their bodies were a pale grey, with giant black, feathery wings bursting from there back. They had no face, no defend features. They were just a skeletal shape of grey. And as they charged, bright balls of fire appeared in their hands, which they flung at Saphira.
Saphira roared. Eragon drew Brisingr, letting Saphira guide them from the fire, giving him a clear shot tword's the creatures. She flew in close, batting them out of the air with her paws. One of them let out an unearthly scream, and then launched themselves at the duo.
Eragon just barley blocked them with the sapphire blade. The creature caught it in his hands.
"Brisingr!" the sword lit up, and to Eragon's horror, a wicked grin spread across the once faceless creature and it seemed to absorb the fire. It then ripped the sword from his hands, and the fire stopped. Eragon shot a few more spell at it, but they too, were all absorbed.
Saphira! Fire and magic has no effect!
Then tooth and claw it will be. She let out an ear splitting roar, and then charged at the creature holding Brisingr. She slashed her claws at it, ripping clean through its body, spraying midnight black blood. It dropped the sword, and as Eragon caught it, he stabbed another through its chest as it came flying at them.
Dragon and rider raged on. It seemed the only way to kill them was to either stab them through the heart, or severing the body in half. As long as the heart beat, they lived.
Eragon's heart stopped when one the fire balls came flying at them. Time seemed to slow down, and as it drew nearer, Saphira, unable to avoid it, shirked as it tore through her wing.
"Saphira!" Eragon screamed both with his mind and his voice. Another one hit her other wing, and she plummeted. No! NO!
"Waise heill!" He franticly spoke the healing words, and while the gedwey ignasia on his palm glowed, he could not hold steady enough to heal her. Eragon swore violently, panic rising in his chest.
I-I can't- Saphira's voice was ragged as she spoke, and then the two crashed into the great ocean below.
On Berk
Hiccup flew silently on Toothless, occasionally turning the Night Fury's tail when they needed to make a turn. Unknown to him, his father had put him on patrolling duty…alone.
"Was it something I did?" he wondered out loud. Toothless let out a small roar, as if to say, no, probably not. Hiccup smiled, and then patted the dragon's neck. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Toothless smiled that smile of his, and then sharply turned his head, his eyes narrowing.
"W-what is is-WOAH!" Hiccup flew back as Toothless went into a dive. He managed to pull himself forward, and as they advanced quickly to the beach, Hiccup quickly fanned out his tail, giving them a semi-soft landing.
"Toothless, what was that all about…" Hiccup trail off, his eyes widening. "Great gods above…" He ran off, with Toothless fast behind.
Lying there, half in half out of the water, was a dragon and their rider.
A/N:
Oh, I can already tell this is gonna be good…
So, I am re-reading the inheritance cycle and have re-watched How to train your dragon, (Is there really a second movie coming out?) and thought…OhmyGodessCrossover!
And, I was listing to the song 'Skyfall', so…this is probably going to be roughly based off of that…
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