First Story Ever. Enjoy!
I do not own Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, or Inheritance.
Ryo was 15 years old and was fast approaching his 16th birthday. His fire red hair, startling red eyes, charm, and good looks earned him the hearts of many girls his age and older. He ignored all advances and never made any of his own, though he felt a pang of jealousy at his best friend, Brandon, and his girlfriend, Sylvia. He had no family, his last relative being his mother, who died minutes after his birth.
As he tracked his prey, black bears, in the Spine, a range of mountains near his home of Palancar Valley, he wondered if he would find love when he tripped on a track. "Ahah!" he shouted as the fresh prints of a fully grown black bear moved off in front of him. He knocked an arrow in his bow and prepared to move on when a roar interrupted his concentration. Ryo said, "Here? I have to go tell the villagers!" He sprinted down the paths to home, but was not able to continue through the night. He made camp and fell asleep, preparing to get home the next day to tell them…
The dragon rider Murtagh was coming!
Sorry it's so short. But atleast it's something! Review.