This story has Brisingr spoilers and some things that i just made up! Beware!

Okay! This is my new story, woo! I had a weird dream after reading too much Brisingr (is that even possible? Too Much Brisingr??) And this was that dream. I have fleshed it out a bit to make it a bit more logical cos you know how odd dreams can be!

But anyway, here we go onto my lovely new fan fic! Woo!

So the formalities, Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Inheritance Cycle, but I did make up Taraug and I love him.

"Every child between the age of 12 and 17 must report to the common green within one hour! Every child between…" Taraug heard the town crier stroll past him and wondered momentarily if he ever got a sore throat.

Shrugging, he clambered to his feet, stretching out to his full 6'6" height, he really didn't expect they'd actually choose him; he wouldn't choose him that was for sure. He yawned and headed to the green, the queue would be huge, so he might as well join it as soon as possible.

He turned onto the main street, still bleary eyed from his nap. A woman with a tiny child gasped as he passed and pulled her son away from him. Taraug ignored her, he was used to the looks he got from ignorant people and he'd learnt years ago that there was no point getting angry or even trying to explain, it just made it worse for both him and the passer-by.

The queue out of the green snaked out, half way down the main street. Yawning again, he joined it, already having decided this would be a waste of time.

The man in front gaped at him and pulled his son to the side, "Would you like to go in front of us?" He asked, nerves making sweat bullets on his face.

Taraug almost refused, he didn't want this sort of treatment, but he finally conceded. There was no reason to scare the man anymore; it wasn't his fault Taraug was stood behind him.

The young girl in front of him scowled as she heard what the man had said and turned to confront whoever had decided that they would pressure those who had been waiting hours. "What do you…?" She finally saw Taraug's face and cringed away in fear, stepping back to allow him past.

So it continued down the line, Taraug moving much quicker than anyone else in the queue. Finally he reached the front where the guard, who was one of the few people who actually understood Taraug's situation, said, "Didn't think you'd turn up…boy." He scowled on the last word.

" I wouldn't have done." Muttered Taraug, "But I'd get in trouble if I didn't. I really don't want any trouble here."

"Humph." The guard scowled and indicated that it was Taraug's turn.

With a sigh, Taraug entered the tent erected on the green only hours before by the town's magic wielders and waited for what ever was bound to happen.

A short man, barely reaching Taraug's chest, was sat near the door. Without looking up from his parchment he said, "You have a minute in here, if anything happens, we wait longer to see if it's really going to happen." He pointed Taraug vaguely over towards the table in the centre of the tent, still looking down.

The table was filled with Dragon Eggs. Each egg was a different colour, no two matching. He walked around the table, wondering what it would be like to be one of the new Riders. Ever since the great Eragon had found the vault of souls to contain hundreds of dragon eggs, the riders had travelled with the eggs, seeking out their Riders.

Taraug gently touched a black one and a spark of hope flared in his heart. He chuckled grimly; he'd almost forgotten what hope felt like. He squashed the flame, there was no way he would be a Rider. Not Taraug.

Suddenly the egg in his hand trembled and the man near the door was over in a shot, "What did you do to it?" He put the egg back on the table where it rolled again. He stared at it, his mouth falling open, "No…"

The egg squeaked and a crack rippled down its side, resulting in two more across it's black surface.

Taraug stepped back there was no way this was happening; the egg couldn't be hatching for him.

The man motioned him back to the table, "Your Dragon is hatching," he spoke in a reverend whisper. After a moment he rushed out the tent leaving Taraug alone with the egg.

"No, Egg! Don't hatch for me!" he pleaded, "You don't want me, I'm dangerous!"

Stubbornly the egg cracked further and the Dragon poked its head out of the shell. It tilted it's small head to the right and started to clamber out the shell. It fell, landing badly on the table among it's quiet shelled siblings.

Taraug reached out towards it as it steadied itself, "Don't hurt your self, little one." He flinched as the dragon pushed it's head against his hand, making it ache in a peculiar way. He felt light-headed for a moment and then fell back just as the man returned with three people he'd not seen before. He blinked for a moment and saw the dragon peer at him from the table before he slumped into unconsciousness.

Minutes later he awoke, but he was no longer in the big tent, instead he was in a bed in a much warmer and much smaller one. He opened his eyes and saw that the Dragon, his Dragon, was curled up on his chest.

"Hey, little one." His voice was croaky and he could barely hear it himself, but his Dragon sat up and peered at him again.

He noticed one of the people who had rushed into the tent as he'd fainted was sat at a desk nearby. As he pulled himself seated, the man turned to face Taraug, becoming the first person to look Taraug in the eye since he entered the tent.

He blinked, taking in Taraug's maroon eyes, white skin and crimson tinted black hair, then shouted "You're a Shade!"

A/N Dun Dun Duh!! Were you surprised? Did you guess? I wanna know if I was too obvious with it cos the next chapter's kinda similar, but with a different character… fun!!

Please Review! I'll accept flames, I can always improve. I just want a few reviews, just a few please!! Please!! Don't make me beg! (Wait, I already am…)

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