A/n: I really hope you guys like this fiction. This is my first Eragon fanfic, and it took me awhile to come up with a good enough idea worthy of Paolini. I can't stress enough how much I want reviews so please, do me a favor. Enjoy.
An ordinary soldier is far more extraordinary than the extraordinary general. Sylo rethought the words of his father as he sat outside of his hometown, Kagleton.
Kagleton was an ill-known community hidden by the Hadarac Desert. It was built into an oasis and was plentiful of water and fruit. The people of Kagleton were nice, simple. Exactly what you would expect of a hidden village in Alagaesia.
The only extraordinary thing about it was Sylo's grandpa. He had joined the Varden and had come up with strategy to get to the third dragon egg. Galbatorix may have been dead but his enchantments upon the egg had not.
His plan succeeded, and the name Graw Noblemind was put into the record books. Even 80 years later Sylo was embarrassed when grandmothers talked about Graw. They went on and on about how Graw enabled the repopulance of the dragons.
It was, of course, quite annoying. Especially when Sylo wanted to make a man of himself, not of his grandfather's image. It didn't help that town tradition made him ask the grandmother to ask out her granddaughter and they wouldn't shut up about Graw.
Sylo shook his head, trying to get out the cobwebs. He went back to thinking about his father's statement. Because of Grandad's great intellectual accomplishment, Sylo's father made Sylo mentally work out and today's exercise was phrases.
Sylo mulled it over, staring up to the sky on his thinking rock. It was massive, speckled grey and knobby. However on the top it was perfectly flat and long enough for Sylo to lie on.
It was here that his girlfriend Sheyanne found him. To Sylo, she was the most beautiful girl in the village. All of the other boys in his village disagreed. They found girls with black hair and brown hairs beautiful. Not the extremely rare find that was Sheyanne. She had blonde hair that was closer to the white of the clouds. Her eyes were hazel, but just mentioning them by color did them an injustice. If you stared into them you could make out patterns in a light liquid green. It was no wonder that Sylo found himself hypnotized by them.
"Sylo," exclaimed Sheyanne. He propped himself up onto his elbows expectantly. "Guess what? The Riders are here. They have 5 more eggs to be hatched. And they're not just any riders either. It's Eragon, Saphira, Arya, and Glade.
Sylo threw himself off the rock and started running, grabbing Sheyanne as he went. Sheyanne was the only one who knew Sylo's dearest dream. Everyone else figured he just wanted to be a scholar like his father.
Sylo let out his deepest ambition with: "Are they letting us touch the eggs?" He asked this with an almost pathetic glint in his eye, but Sheyanne understood him enough not to make fun.
"Yeah. It seems they're having a bit of trouble somewhere. Lots of rumors about skirmishes in the Beor mountains. Aaannnnnnnd" she dragged out. She was always doing this to him, pushing Sylo's curiosity to the limit.
"And what Sheyanne?" he questioned, taking the bait with an exasperated sigh. She fondled his curly orange hair.
"Eragon is going to take in apprentices. Now remember"-she eyed him for Sylo didn't appear to be breathing-"this is all speculation and rumor. Don't take it all too seriously."
Sylo had stopped running. But not because he was out of breath but because the shock Sheyanne's words had on him.
They had reached the stadium where 2 enormous amorous dragons lay intertwined with the other. 5 rock-like eggs stood on podiums with Eragon and Arya standing betwixt the middle egg.
They went in order: brown, grass green, white, gold, and majestic purple. Already people were lining up, waiting for Eragon to bow before the crowd and let them enter the stage.
Eragon cleared his throat. His prince-like looks earning him many admiring glances from the ladies. He didn't look bothered and announced, "Good people of Kagleton, I am immensely proud to announce 4 more eggs from Saphira and Glade. The fifth egg, my dear villagers, is from Thorn and the wild dragoness Majestica. I will not tell you which be which, so without further ado: begin."
The crowd started to walk up the few stairs and passed along the eggs, putting a hand onto each egg. Occasionally Saphira or Glade would stop townsfolk and tell them to place their hand on the egg again. Every time they shook their heads "no." Sylo knew they were listening for a squeal the baby dragon would release would its rider touched it.
The odds were not looking good for Sylo or for Sheyanne, though she didn't care as much. Not one egg had hatched and the whole village except for 10 had passed over the eggs.
Sylo and Sheyanne were the last ones to pass over the eggs. Sylo slid his hand over the brown egg, and nothing. He moved onto the green egg, with no results. He slipped his hand onto the white egg laced with charcoal veins.
Saphira pushed her paw in front of him to wait. Sylo knew the drill. He passed his hand over it again. This time Saphira shook her head in a definite "yes." Sylo grabbed the egg and walked over to where Eragon and Arya stood.
Sheyanne gave Sylo a watery smile, for she was extremely happy for him but did not want Sylo to leave. Sylo watched her place her hand onto the gold, and quickly moved on. She placed her hand onto the purple one, noting the rich, vivid color.
Saphira did not even have to put her paw out in front this time. She just put her head up and roared flames out of her maw. Sheyanne grinned and picked up her egg, rushing over to Sylo. Sylo smiled broadly, realizing that he had achieved two of his goals in one dynamic day.
A/n: So, how'd you like it? Review and tell me how much. It helps me focus and write faster when I have reviews to fuel me on. Give me tips or idea too, I'll try to incorporate it in. Right now, I shall insert something funny and witty. Thank you.