Prologue
The mist ringed in around the top of the ancient mountain that had hid it's secret for years innumerable. None had tread here except for the sole inhabitants. The peak was dominated by a black castle. A castle that was so dark the shadows themselves seemed to fear the fortress. Outside of the castle kneeled a elf. His body was covered in armor of the same black as the castle. At his hip a sword of black steel so dark and horrible that many fled at the mere sight of it. His body was thousands of years old yet it remained lean and powerfully built. His eyes inspired fear in all that they gazed upon. He was looking into a glass wall he had constructed watching the events of the past two hundred years. He saw Eragon Sahdeslayer slay the dark king with the power of the eldunari and watched him rebuild the riders order from the ruins. He watched the empire beginning its climb from the darkness it had been locked in for a hundred years. He was the rider of the black dragon Fear, traitor to the order of the riders, son of Eragon the first, dark lord of the mountain sky's peak, and soon to be master of the world. With a roar from behind him his dragon lifted into the sky and as he stood and raised his arm the massive army at the base of the mountain moved forward to destroy the known world and to bring it under his rule. He mounted dragon and smiled as he recalled the vision the Soothslayer who saw the future told him. The false Riders under Eragon Shadeslayer would divide a group would join him and the rest would fight him and his Riders. They would fall she saw the cities of the elves burning, the human cities being overrun fighting losing fights. And his conquest would be complete his rule unchallenged if he slayed a group of young riders. For it would be their mission to find the power to challenge him. His armies would take their time marching on their great foe and his personal guard would chase down the young riders who went to New Doru Areaba
