I dont own Eragon okay?
Ok well first hello and thanks for having a look at this story im not to sure what to think about it. Im not the greatest writer so if theres spelling and grammer mistakes i apologize.
I would LOVE some reviews to tell me if this story is worth continuing or if i should just scrap it kind of nervous so yeah it would be nice i apreciate constructive comments. Welll thats about it so enjoy :D
Eragon was sixteen and for his whole life he had devoted himself to the preservation of the Empire believing it was for the greater good. He lived in his so-called fathers castle for the majority of his life along with his mother. Although Morzan was not much of a father to Eragon, he felt that it was his duty to hunt down the man that was responsible for his death; the man that went by the name of Brom. Even though he was only sixteen the king Galbatorix had taken him under his wing so to speak, he still remembers the words that the king had spoken to him when he was at the age of ten "Eragon, I believe that you shall execute justice where it is needed across this vast Empire." He felt like a machine he had been trained to kill from the age of six when he was first taught to fight and to kill, his teacher Tornac was a kind man who not only taught Eragon the ways of a sword but also of the world he gave him wisdom which a lot of people seem to lake in this place. He knew his mentor did not agree completely with the empire but he spoke very little of it for fear of being over heard and killed but like most of the people in Eragon's life words that he had spoke to him summed up his attitude towards the Empire and in turn King Galbatorix himself " He wishes you too carry out his justice and what he deems fit."
He sighed running a hand through his untamed hair the meaning behind what his mentor had spoken was clear, he was to be used a weapon for the empire, a gust of wind blew jolting Eragon from his thoughts he looked at his surrounding he was standing on a small cliff within the spine most feared this place but not Eragon he found it oddly peaceful he was able to escape from the castle he would come here almost every chance he got often it was only at night like this that he was able to escape not that it was hard both his mother and father were dead he only had to get pass a few servants and guards. He closed his eyes and smiled as another gust of wind came he loved that feeling it was like he was flying. As he opened them he heard a thunderous crash come from behind him the ground shook as something impacted the ground forcing Eragon to kneel down griping the ground with his hands as best he could. After it had finished Eragon looked up to find a small clearing had been made the tress and grass around the crater had been charred but in the middle laid something that Eragon couldn't see from this distance he cautiously stepped forward one hand on his sword as he did then he saw the object and instantly new what is was. A dragon's egg! He ran his fingers over the smooth polished blue egg he had known that the king had lost one of his eggs this very well could be it he tucked the stone into his pack his mind racing he didn't understand how it had come to be here who sent it, why did they one thing he knew though is that he must return it to the king it was his duty.
The journey to Uru baen would be a long and hard one Eragon could have simply giving the egg to a servant from the castle to send to Galbatorix but he did not trust them to do so. Eragon traveled hard and fast towards the king he found himself on the edge of the spine he set up camp there knowing that the rest of his journey was to be a difficult one, he would need all the rest that he could get. After hunting down to rabbits Eragon sat down to make his stew when something made him look up at the egg like it was drawing him closer to it he slowly reached out to it and examined it again he still could not get over how beautiful the egg was and could only imagine what the dragon inside would look like and wondered if he would live long enough to see such a day. He smiled down at the egg as he placed it lightly on the top of his pack so he could still gaze at it in wonder. He stroked the egg one last time before lying down on the ground to stare up at the stars thinking of the time of the dragons he knew the reasons why Galbatorix had the foresworn kill them they had become a disgrace to those named dragon riders all old and fat men.
A cracking sound came through were he was lying he jumped up with lightning fast speed and drew his sword his eyes scanning the surrounding area looking for the danger. His eyes stopped when he saw the egg it had a long crack down the middle of it he hesitantly took a step forward just as more cracks started to appear he put his sword back in its sheath the top of the egg fell to the ground revealing a small blue head poking out from it, seconds past before the dragon had fully come out of the egg and was looking around in amazement at everything around her. Eragon was still in shock this was a dragon a real dragon it seemed to just notice Eragon's quizzical gaze upon it. Stretching his hand out cautiously to touch the dragon pain was the only thing that could register as it went all through his body and suddenly stopped leaving him gasping for breath his body shaking he looked down at his palm to see a strange marking then it hit him. He was a dragon rider, a dragon rider to serve Galbatorix for the greater good.
I also relize im repeating alot of thins that were said during the first book but this is just they was it begins and it will take a diffrent direction once things get sorted out.
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