The ashes fell silently onto the charred remains of Alora. The burned houses and singed trees left no evidence of what had taken place only a few hours ago. To people passing buy it would look like a common wildfire had swept through. How far from the truth that was. I lifted my head toward the sky searching for her, I could see the Urgals in the distance ready to pillage what was left of this town. Ever since King Eragon had died, everything has been a mess. There were no rules, no boundaries. Cities that were once allies turned enemies. It is every man for himself. That was why the last of the dragon riders and elves formed a pact, to protect and defend Algasia, even if the problem was from within.
I know its short but bear with me this is kind of like a prolgue. This fanfic isn't really centered around Eragon and Saphira, in fact their both dead. However it is in alagaesia and has dragon riders and elves in it so I hope you like it.
P.S. You will find out who her is in the next chapter (hint: She has wings)