Prologue

A young girl watched her brother from the shadows, her face wet with tears. There he was, a pained expression hidden beneath his dark eyes. The look he held was unforgiving, which scared the girl greatly.

She was leaving him. Leaving him for her own selfishness. The girl felt bad, yes, but it needed to be done.

She needed to be free of this castle.

Rain poured hard against the cloak that shadowed her eyes and back. In her hands, she was clutching a small water-proof bag. Inside it, held a note explaining things.

Things of why she was leaving.

The girl placed the bag beneath the bush, knowing that her family would send out a search party and find it. She wiped away her tears and breathed deeply.

The girl shrugged the bag that clung to her shoulders and turned away.

"Good-bye, home, and all those you've kept safe." The girl said in a soft murmur, her voice pained with hints of agony.

Moments later, the girl was upon a white stallion and following a dull lantern through the star-lit night. She was leaving home, and had no intention in returning.

Ever.

Ello, guys! I see that you've taken a moment to visit this story, Breathe my Fire. Just so you know, this is an original plot, and no, you do not have the authority to use it. It is mine, and nothing will change my mind upon that. Moving on!

I have been running dozens of crazy ideas through my head lately, and I've decided to.. Unleash them into a story that you guys can enjoy. This isn't going to be a story that ends after 10 chapters. Nope! I plan on having this little puppy go on for a good, long while. I have a long plot in mind for this, and I know that I'll be able to make it last.

Some characters are Christopher Paolini's, and some are mine. The point of a Fanfiction is to take the plot of a book, manga, movie, ect, and make it into a different kind of story, or continue it. I am continueing Christopher's story, and adding my own characters into the plot. If the characters weren't mentioned in the books, then they're not Christopher's. They're mine. If they were mentioned in the books, then they are Christopher's. Easy as that.

I rated this M because I plan on having some 'deep' romance included in it later on. It probably won't be for a good while, but sometime in this Fanfiction. There also might be some grory fighting moments, big deaths, ect, so watch out for those, too.

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As I mentioned before, I do plan on writing a lot of chapters for this Fanfiction. Please note; chapters do take time. I have to look them over for any mistakes, spell check, and make sure it's actually somewhat interesting. I will try to give you guys chapters weekly, but I'm not making promises. Especially with school right around the corner. School will be my priority, but this will definitely be worked on in my freetime.
I also have a few of the chapters written up, due to the fact that this site wasn't cooperating with my computer, for some reason. So, on my freetime, I was writing like a maniac. Though, after these first few chapters, don't expect them to come to often.

That's all for now. Enjoy the first chapter of Breathe my Fire!

Chapter 1

Serena strode through the trees silently, her eyes as bright as the sunlight leaking through the treetops. It had been 5 years since she had left the castle; left her former home. Not once had she regretted her decision.

Serena followed the trail silently, her worn leather boots crunching along the flattened grass and the occasional dirt spot. She pulled her hands free of her pockets and placed them close to her face, breathing on them to bring the circulation back into her frozen knuckles. After a moment with no prevail, she grumbled and pushed them back into her pockets.

The snow was melting due to the rays of sunlight, but the wind was still bitter-cold. Serena had never really cared for the cold. She preferred the warm sunlight streaming through the trees, and being able to wade in the shallow stream located only a few meters from her cottage. Winter was almost over, and for that, she was thankful.

Serena froze when she heard a stick cracking behind her. She spun around, reaching for the dagger at her side. Her bold blue eyes shot side to side quickly, scanning for anything that looked out of place. After a moment of hesitation, Serena turned around and continued walking quietly.

Suddenly, Serena found herself pushed into a pile of snow. She let out a small yelp as she was pushed, but the yelp was muffled with a cold groan when the bitter cold snow crunched against her face. Serena pushed herself up with her hand, ignoring the cold ice that tried to slice through her delicate skin.

"Menoa!" She growled, bringing herself to her feet and facing the reason of her fall.

Menoa was her white tiger. Serena had found her two years ago. Actually, Serena had taken her. The conditions had been horrible, though, and Serena had taken the young creature. It had been a hard operation, but Serena had been detirmened. Serena was always doing things like that. Thievery was the main thing that she had done, but it had always been for a good cause. Like sometimes she stole for the children on the street, or old homeless men. Serena didn't find what she did wrong. The only thing she found wrong was keeping it all for herself.

Serena had not intended on keeping Menoa. She had planned on raising the tiger to the propper age of survival, then turning the creature loose. But, it had never happened. Menoa had decided to stick around, and Serena didn't blame her. Menoa soon found out how to catch her own food, so Serena no longer had to steal from the butcher.

Serena crossed over to the tiger and gave the mischevious creature a pat on her head before continueing on her way. Menoa knew never to enter the town, for the townspeople would kill her without a single thought. Menoa came up to Serena's thigh, and was quite long and slender. Whenever the cat stood on her back paws, she was easily taller than Serena. Serena had never thought of Menoa ever being a danger to her. Sure, Menoa was dangerous to some, but she was also Serena's protector. There had been multiple times where Menoa had scared off wild dogs, bears, and cougars.

Serena finally broke into the clearing where her small cottage was located. Serena had found it abandonded years ago, and over the years, she had been able to fix it up. It was simple. The walls were cabin-like, left in it's orginal wood-like color. The top was straw woven together to create a dense roof, then coated with clay and mud to prevent leaks and wind from coming in. It had a window or two on each side, except the side with a door. The door had a small, square glass window with a stained rose on it.

The inside consisted of three rooms. A kitchen and dining room, a living space, and a large bedroom. It all had simple, cherry wood furniture and cabinets. It consisted of oak wood floorboards. Serena had worked hard to make her home perfect, and for once, she was content with it.

Serena was almost to the porch when she tripped, landing hard in the snow. This, it wasn't Menoa's fault. Serena let out a small cry of pain and pulled her ankle towards her, cradling the throbbing bodypart. She let out a small gasp for air as the throbbing reduced to a light thrum. As soon as she could put weight upon her ankle, she searched for the reason of her tripping.

Serena dug around quietly, moving her already frozen hand over and through the snow. After a moment of sliding her hand around the icy snow, she soon found the reason of her pain. She slid both her hands into the snow and draped her fingers around the object. Serena's hands jerked away at the touch. She looked at her hands in shock. Only moments before, her palms had been shaking from the cold. Now, they were warm and soft, as if she hadn't been digging around in the snow. Serena gulped and took a small step back from the area, her eyes landing on the spot where her hands had just been.

The snow was slowly melting around the object and becoming a small puddle of icewater. The small area around the object was melted, revealing a large white stone. Amethyst veins climbed the inside of the stone, twining and untwining together every few inches.

Serena sat there, her jaw hanging the slightest. She couldn't hardly believe it. She had dreampt of becoming one of the few to hold this object in her hands, and here it was. Few people, elves, urgals, and dwarves had yet to be one of the few whom have one of these things in their presence. And there it was. Just sitting there.

Serena was frozen to her position, just sitting there staring at the egg with shallow eyes. As soon as she snapped out of her daze, she reached out and pulled the object closer. Right there, in her arms, was a dragon egg. Serena cradled It against her, as if it were only a small child. Inside, though, there was something small. Something delicate. Inside this hard shell, was a small, defenseless dragon. A dragon whom would make somebody become a Rider. And this special object, was right here, right in her arms.

Serena stood slowly and strode to her cottage, nearly forgetting to let Menoa come in after her. She set the egg on the table and looked at it with shallow eyes. It was a beautiful thing. The egg itself was the size of Menoa's head, and held the shape of an oval. The egg was to be lighter than Serena had expected, making it appear as if it were hollow. But it wasn't. Serena knew it wasn't. Still, though, Serena turned the egg slowly to look at every inch of it's surface.

Serena sighed and placed the egg back down. No matter how amazing it would be to hold this egg in her clutches forever, she couldn't keep it. She was keeping somebody's dream of becoming a Rider, and that wasn't fair. Serena pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them there, staring at the egg sitting before her.

No matter how long she looked at it, she couldn't believe it. It wasn't like she was becoming a Rider or anything, but how often do you find a Dragon egg sitting right outside your house? Not everyday, that was for sure. But it was still strange, to find something so rare, in the most common of places. Somebody could have dropped it, somebody could have left it there to keep it safe, somebody could have simply left it there on accident for all she knew. She could make up a thousand different stories on how the egg showed up right there, but there was only one, true way on how the egg showed up there.

Phew. This isn't bad; for a start anyway.
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Characters that were named in this story that are mine:

Serena
(The Rider whom found the egg and the owner of Menoa... And the thief)

Menoa
(The tigress)

The Egg
(the object that hurt Serena's ankle. (; )

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Until next time, friends.