So yeah, this is my first update in quite a while. I know this is short, but my prologue's normally are. This story is from my own character's POV, but Eragon and the whole gang are involved.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything but this story idea and my characters. It's a shame really, or there would be more randomness ;)
There is a spell. A spell woven many, many years ago by two great races of this land. After years of fighting, years of pointless bloodshed, years of pain for both sides, this endless war came to an end. The elves were fair and intelligent, but lacked longevity. The dragons were strong and would endure the ages, but lacked pure intelligence. Together, using the powers that had ripped holes into each race, they tried to save their two races. This was the only way as, if the fighting had continued; the two sides would have obliterated one another. Together, using the intelligence of the elves and the strength of the dragons, they created a bond that would keep thousands alive. But this had two side effects. The elves gained strength, agility and power and the dragons gained intelligence. Together, the two sides created the Dragon Riders.
Some eggs of the dragons were given to the elves, waiting for the right one to come along and be its rider. The two would become as one, sharing an even stronger bond than the two races now had. These were the peacemakers, the jailers of the evil and keepers of justice. The eggs chose their riders and soon the whole land was at peace. This spell had bound the two races, stopping a war and bringing calm to a troubled land.
But the spell had a problem. As an egg was given to the riders, and thus into the spell, it gained several qualities. The unborn dragon inside could choose the perfect rider, and the egg would stay alive until the conditions of its environment was met. This meant that a dragon would not hatch in times of famine, and so it would not die soon after its birth. This whole part of the spell was to keep the eggs alive, and it would do anything to make sure they survived. However, there was one egg that twisted the spell.
During the transfer to the elves, it had been lost or forgotten. And it lay there, not moving, not doing anything but sustaining its grip on life. But over the years, as the land fell into disarray, it got damaged. A single crack on the shell was all that happened. Yet this was enough to bend the spell that surrounded it. The dragon was dying. The spell could not let this happen, so it waited for someone to come across it. And when they did, a new breed of rider would be born...
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