Rya: Daughter of the King

Disclaimer: I. DO. NOT. OWN. No amounts of the ancient language can change that.

Summary: Galbatorix has an unknown daughter that lives in the castle, and when she sneaks around, the last dragon egg hatches for her. This is her story... i'm bad at summaries

Author's Note: Kvetha Fricai. I hope you like.

Chapter One: Discovery

"No!" Rya felt herself scream. The green dragon in front of her fell onto it's side, but she herself could not rush to him. Strong arms held her back. A word that she didn't know flew out of her mouth, and the feeling of falling encased her body. She felt herself scream again, but this time, it echoed back to her. Rya shot up in bed, her white nightgown was soaked in sweat. It was the third night with the same dream. Now even her brown hair had darkened, and she had to put it up in a bun before she left.

"Maybe I should stop reading before I get into bed." She suggested to herself in a whisper. Being the daughter of the ruling King Galbatorix, she had been taught to read and write at a very young age. Trai, her best friend, was one of the stable boys for the castle. They used to ride around the city until her father banned her from exiting the palace all together.

Rya slipped out of bed, not bothering to put her slippers on. She was seventeen after all, even though her father treated her as though she was seven. He even still told her chambermaids to help her bathe every night, but she always told them not to bother once they were out of earshot.

Her bare feet crept silently across the wooden floor, knowing exactly where the creaking floorboards were. At this time of night, another friend of hers was guarding the dragon's egg in the center of the castle. Harid was used to seeing Rya in her nightgown at this time of night; actually, he was starting to expect her.

"Rya!" He whispered hoarsely, since he hadn't talked in a couple hours.

"Harry!" She teased, stepping out of the darkness.

"Don't call me that,"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Um... nothing, actually. Your name is so... short..." he said, trailing off.

"That's right, now are you gonna let me in or not?"

Harid smiled, stepping aside. "Just don't let anybody else find out about this,"

"Fine," Rya said, walking into the hidden door. Inside, two sorcerers were waiting for her. She didn't understand magic, even though her father's assistants had tried to teach her many times.

"Rya," the one on the left scolded, "you should be in bed."

"I can't sleep,"

"You should at least try; I don't think we can keep this up much longer." Said the one on the right.

"Sorry," she said, even though she didn't sound all that sorry. Walking up, the sorcerers took the holding spell off of it so Rya could touch it.

She had touched the green egg many times, and from what she heard, the dragon inside was also green, like the one in her dreams. This was only the second time that she had ever touched the egg. The smooth surface was hard and cold under her fingers. It seemed like a stone; as if the egg itself had been fossilized and the dragon was stuck inside forever.

Suddenly she heard voices outside the hidden door in the wall. The sorcerers exchanged worried glances; Galbatorix was arguing outside with Harid.

Rya looked frantically around the room for something to hide behind. There was nothing; the walls were smooth, and there were no decorations either. The sorcerer on the left motioned for her to hide behind the table, and the sorcerer on the right panicked.

King Galbatorix walked into the room, a stern look on his face. "Rya," he said sternly. "I know you're in here,"

Rya stood slowly from her hiding spot behind the egg-table. "Yes, father?"

"I told you not to go wandering at night!"

"But I couldn't sleep," she protested, "and you know that I think that the egg is the most beautiful stone in the world."

"For the millionth time, Rya, it's an egg not a stone."

"I know, but it looks like a giant emerald."

"Yes, yes; you have an emerald,"

Rya's hand flew to her neck. There, on a silver chain, was the emerald that she had inherited from her father. It was supposed to be magical, but nothing had ever happened to her while she was wearing it. Inscribed in silver in the flat center of the emerald, was the insignia of the Dragon Riders.

"I know," Rya mumbled, fingering the stone.

"Now go back to bed," her father commanded.

Rya brushed silently past her father and out into the hallway. She waved to Harid before disappearing down the hallway into the darkness.

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Rya awoke late in the morning by a commotion outside her bedroom window. She slipped off the side of her bed and walked to the window, throwing open the thick curtains and running out the glass door onto the balcony. Below, there was a crowd of people at the gate of the castle. People were shouting and banging on the door.

A couple seconds later, Rya's personal chambermaid, Nessa, rushed into the room.

"What happened?" Asked Rya, anxious to find out what was going on.

"Didn't you hear? The last egg has hatched!"

There you go. Reviews are greatly appreciated.