The Beginning

"Must we go hunting right this minute?" I asked.

"Well, unless you want to starve, I suggest we go now," he said smiling. I rolled my eyes.


I should explain for those who do not understand. My name is Raven. I am 18 years old. Now before I continue, I must ask this: have you ever heard of Eragon, and his dragon Saphira? Well, this is the true story, for what you have already heard, most of it was false. They said king Galbatorix had two eggs. He has one now. If you think I have it, youre correct. Vanilor, is his name.

He is only five months old and already fully grown. He is red, with golden horns, claws and wing tips.

Now, Galbatorix has a dragon of his own. I'm pretty sure it's a black dragon. He originally had three eggs, but its obvious I found one. The other was stolen by Brom, a previous dragon rider withered away from old age. And now, that egg is heading to the Varden. Ive said too much. You must learn all this for yourself.


'I think hes trying to get me killed, with all the hunting we've been doing lately we're set for months,' I told Vanilor.

'Be nice, Raveena. He just wants to help. Remember, the two of us are the only ones who live here.'

'Yes, but doesn't know about you. And besides, you don't live in the house, do you?'

There was a moment of silence before he said, 'We are the only family you have. Well, for now, at least.'