Prologue
In the days of our ancestors, great wars constantly raged. Our capitol was the only safe haven for families, but even they bickered and fought. Fields burned and cities crumbled. The war had gone on for so long, no one knew why they were fighting anymore. It had become a country where forgiveness was lost. Any hope of peace had died with the thousands of fallen soldiers.
The country was at a standstill. They'd fought their longest and harest battle yet. Neither side prevailed, leaving countless bodies in its wake. Among those bodies was a single man that was still alive. His retreating comrades had left him for dead, but he still felt the strength and the will to live on. He had hope.
It was as he lied in the mud, broken and still struggling to hold on, that they appeared. A colony of Dragons had come to feast on the dead soldiers. Dragons had never been seen before, bein mostly nightwalkers and shy of us. They wanted nothing to do with our war and wished not to provoke fear in us of them.
A Dragon green as the brightest emerald approached the dying man and sniffed him, then snorted. What happened next surprised the soldier; he heard a voice inside his head.
You do not fear me, warrior? The soldier knew immediately that it was the voice of the Dragon.
"I am so close to death, anyway. Why should I fear anything else?"
Silly man. You don't even fear death now. Why do you still cling to life? You should die now so that I may eat of your flesh.
"You would not kill me?" The Dragon turned one huge gem-like eye on him with some scrutiny.
No. It is not my place to kill your kind. We kill when we are hungy, but you humans make that unnecessary by killing so many of each other. There are plenty of others that I can move on to as you decide to let go.
The soldier nodded, "You asked why I still live. I live because I am waiting for salvation." The Dragon stared at him for a long time without saying anymore. Finally, the man sighed, "Will you not help me, fearful and beautiful creature? Help me stop this nonsense war."
I am Dragon. Great pride rang in the Dragon's voice, But tell me, man, why should I fight a war that is not mine?
He smiled up at the Dragon, "If your kind were fighting as mine are, would you not want someone to stop it?" The Dragon growled, but it was not menacing.
Yes, I would, however, my kind is not quite so irrational.
"Then you understand. Will you help me?" he pleaded. The Dragon let ot a trumpeting roar and she bowed her head towards the fallen man.
Yes, I will help you. Now rise, my friend.
She touched her snout to his forehead and a scale as green as hers appeared above his right brow and his eyes turned the color of bright emeralds. Dragon and human bonded for the first time. They became linked in such a way that one could not live without the other. Their hearts now beat as one. Filled with the strength of the Dragon, the soldier's wounds healed quickly and he soon stood beside her.
The Dragon lowered her great head and offered her foreleg to him, Climb on. We shall storm your people by fire and make them see reason. The other Dragons around them gnashed their bloody maws and roared. They would join the bonded pair's crusade.
The man climbed up the Dragon's leg to settle upon the crook in her neck, "Do you have a name, Dragon?"
Uinzu.
The soldier smiled, "Light. It suits you. My name is Simon."
Simon. It is good that the first human we meet is like you. Let's ride. Simon nodded and clung tightly to her neck and, followed by the whole colony of Dragons, they flew through the night sky. When they raided the first battle, there was no retaliation, no resistance. The sight of the Dragons was too overwhelming.
Simon and Uinzu landed in the center of the battlefield and they convinced both sides to cooperate in stopping the senseless fighting. Some of the soldiers that were brave enough to walk among the colony, bonded with the Dragons. There were now a total of ten Riders.
Everywhere they went, weapons were laid down at their feet. None were willing to challenge the fearsome looking Dragons. Five more Riders would join the ranks before the land was brought to peace. The Riders and the other unbonded Dragons gathered the people at the capitol and announced that the war was over. There was no reason for the people to fight each other any longer.
It was difficult for them at first, but, with the help of the Riders, there soon became no reason to carry a sword anymore. The only weapons carried were by the law enforcers and sometimes by Riders who never disbanded to ensure the peace. It wasn't long before the country was renamed 'Mesiphia no Uinzu', which means 'Wings of Light', to honor Simon and his bonded Dragon, Uinzu. The ocuntry has been at peace and has flourished ever since.
"Again, again!" The little girl in her bed squealed. Her father chuckled.
"You should be asleep by now!"
The little girl sighed, "How can I sleep when you tell that story? It's my favorite." Her father smiled and rubbed the top of her head.
"Yes, I know, but you should sleep now. You have a big day tomorrow." The girl huffed, but crawled under her covers anyway.
Just as she was about to pull her daddy in for a goodnight kiss on the cheek, a woman walked in carrying a small baby, "Lukas," she said, "The Council is looking for you." The girl's father stood up and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, sweetie. I'll see you in the morning." He went to his wife and kissed her cheek goodbye. She followed him, whispering, "They've found a traitor. Please be careful."
The little girl popped back out of her bed and ran down the hall, "Daddy!" Her father turned, surprised.
"Twila, you should be in bed." She grabbed onto her father's leg.
"Promise you'll tell me that story agian tomorrow night. Please." She held on as tight as she could, but her strength was no match for her father's.
He laughed, "I promise if you promise you'll go to bed." The little girl hugged him tightly around the neck.
"Okay, I promise." She was let down and she ran to her room, not knowing this would be the last time she'd see her father.
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A/N:
Okay, so, in case you haven't noticed, this story follows absolutely nothing in Eragon, although you may see a similarity here and there.
This is because this story is indeed NOT a fanfiction, but rather my own story that was inspired by The Inheritance Cycle. I have brought it here to see how well it does as I write it. I will take all constructive criticism to heart and, in the end, make the ultimate decision whether or not to publish this as a book. If I do publish it, I will not fail to send out special thanks to all of my reviewers here.
Please enjoy the story and review using your complete opinion. Flames are most certainly welcome. Just remember to be patient with me on this story because it is my own and I will be putting much more thought into this than I have ever done with any of my fanfictions. Ciao, for now! Much love, ~Littlekawaiifirefox
