Disclaimer: I am under no circumstance using this story for any infringement and/or profit. Characters based in Eragon are C.Paolini's not mine, unless otherwise stated.

A Poem by FantasyCollison:

Eragon, your legacy has begun. A dangerous road is let out for you and it's not going to get any easier, so beware and stay close to those who love and are around you because they are the only ones who will help through this dark confusing life that has begun.

Kin to Murtagh: Eragon's Fall

Murtagh shrank to the floor, leaning back on the bare wall of the Dragonhold. Lines of grief and horror creased upon his forehead. Saphira's wing casted an enormous shadow above him, unaware of the blood which left puddles surronding him. He shifted his eys to get acoustom to the dense darkness which swallowed him whole. He stirred as images of a dragon gliding among the misty tops of the Beor Mountains galloped furiously in this thoughts. He noticed the figure of a person upon the dragon, a Rider, guiding it to safety from a swarm of arrows. A heavy sword clenched in his grasp leaving him free-handed. A fiery menacing look came from his eyes as if he were speaking to someone, or something. The dragon swiftly lowered a limit's way to the ground, her feet sweeping past the dirt and her thick body leveled in mid air. An Urgal swayed just several feet behind them though gaining with immense speed. It swang at her wing, driving into it's thick layers of skin. She growled with anger, locked her wings and glided back into the amidst of brisk air but struggled to maintain flight. The dragon wobbled uncertainly in each direction, though plunged higher up causing her rider to lose grasp, falling to his death. Murtagh gazed in sorrow once the images disappeared leaving nothing more than memories.

Author Notes:
I know this is rather short, but it's just the beginning of what comes in the future chapters of this story! Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks.