Inheritance
A.N: Hay, what's up guys! First FF in ageeees! Just finished Eldest, thought it was awesome, and the bit at the end where he finds out the truth, it was a little Cliche'd, but apart from that, great!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon, or anything else. That privelage belongs to Christopher Paolini, lucky son of an ahem
Note: My knowledge of the Ancient Language is limited to what they say in the book, so most of it will be made up.
Note 2: This will only be a short Prelude ;)
'Not again!' Ayra shouted, cursing in every language she knew.
A small army of Galbatrox's men had jumped her, and stolen the last dragon egg. Eragon and Ayra has planned the theft for half a year, making sure they had got it memorised. Eragon had helped out Ayra, until Murtagh arrived. Eragon held him off, allowing Ayra to escape with the egg.
'You would've thought I'd be more cautious this time!' Ayra said, picking her way back to the Varden HeadQuarters,' But no, stupid me had to be bold, I knew I shouldn't off killed that General, I knew it! I suppose one good thing will come off this, the egg will have already transported to it's Rider, I'm glad I put the spell on it when I had a chance. Saves us the hassle of fiding the next Rider.'
One hundred miles south west of Ayra's exact position, a small girl picked up what she thought to be a stone. It was perfectly round, and shone in the sun. It was gold in colour, with little white things runing down the side, which looked like veins. The girl starred at it, then it hit her! She was holding the last dragon egg, which could only mean one thing, she was the last Dragon Rider!
What ya think? I have Chapter 1 half finished.