The New Rider

by shadowhuntress12606

It has been fifty years since the fall of Galbatorix. Three Rider eggs have hatched for an dwarf, an Urgal, and an elf, but all have been killed almost is considered a death sentence to have an egg hatch for you among the peoples of Alagaesia. Then suddenly, a young girl rises up out of their midst with her silver dragon as the new rider. Is she the one?

1. Prologue

Prologue

Eragon stared out of the window, thinking to himself. Saphira, now the size of a small house, was curled up on a cushioned dais outside on the balcony, her blue scales sparkling in the moonlight.

It had been nearly sixty years since the fall of Galbatorix. After he had left Alagaёsia with his elven companions, he had traveled down the Edda River for many months, searching for the best place to raise the unhatched dragons and to train the new Riders-to-be. Eventually, after a long period of time, he had found a vast, closed-off valley in a small mountain range which he had named Du Fells Wyrda, or The Mountains of Fate. He had named them this because they were to be the place where the Riders were to be resurrected.

After discovering Du Fells Wyrda, Eragon, the elves, and Saphira had begun constructing the small city that was to be the heart of the new Riders. They had built it in a similar way to Doru Araeba, making each building large enough to fit several dragons comfortably. As a result, though the city itself did not contain many buildings, the buildings themselves were vast. Elves and humans had come from all over Alagaёsia to donate to the library and to study there, giving the small city a bustling, vibrant feel despite the lack of the very thing it had been built for: Riders and their dragons. Many of the wild dragon eggs had hatched, allowing the race of dragons to start growing again, but not a single one of the eggs set to be bonded with Riders that Eragon had left behind had hatched yet.

Despite the recent completion of the city, dubbed Dras Islingr, City of Light, Eragon was sorrowful. His cousin Roran, who he had grown up with and who had been like a brother to him, had just died, his wife Katrina passing just a few days later, leaving their three children Ismira, Dirda, and Tethang devastated. Queen Nasuada herself had contacted Eragon after Roran had died, for he had been a great war hero and the Earl of Palancar Valley, as well as being Eragon's cousin. Nasuada was also aging, her once black hair pure white, her dark skin wrinkled and spotted.

One of the difficult things about being a virtually immortal Rider is watching everyone you love grow old and die, Eragon told Saphira, who was dozing restlessly. She simply acknowledged him through their mental like and continued to daydream about deer. Eragon chuckled to himself and thought, now all I have to do is wait. The new Rider will come eventually.

All I have to do is wait.