The 6-month old rusty orange dragon lowered itself to the ground, allowing me to climb on her back.
My name is Calin Viaarsson, the Dragon Rider, and the dragon on which I am currently mounted is Iola. Once mounted, we looked over at our master, the dark-haired elf named Arya. She was mounted on her own dragon, the emerald green named Firnen.
"Iola, may the wind stay swift under your wings," the elf stated, "Calin, sé onr sverdar sitja hvass."
"Elrun Ono, ebrithil." Both of us state, me aloud, and Iola mentally.
"Now go. Fly swiftly. Visit Ellesmera on your way. You should see the capital city of my homeland." I looked over the crowd of fellow Dragon Riders, their eyes shining. His eyes finally reach the back of the group, and lock with those of a female elf mounted on a silver dragon. I smile out of the corner of my mouth. Her name was Edea, and her silver partner is Alzan. She had arrived in the capital city of Ilirea a month after I had, and I had instantly had a crush on her. Her hair was as dark as Arya's, and her eyes were a piercing hazel. She blushes and glances away.
"She digs me." I tell his partner mentally. She snorts, emitting a puff of smoke from her nose, crouches to the ground and launches herself through the air.
It had been two years since Galbatorix was defeated. Since then, dozens of dragon eggs were spread across Alagaesia, in an attempt to find them Dragon Rider partners. I had only received one because Master Arya had seen my family's house by Leona Lake while she was delivering eggs to the nearby Kuasta. My family were fishermen, and lived a few miles outside of Dras-Leona, for a fresh fishing spot. When Arya landed outside our house, my father and I were preparing our fishing boat. Upon seeing the elf and her emerald dragon, my father had groaned.
6 Months Prior
"What was…" I looked around from preparing the boat to see what my father had groaned at. Upon seeing the dragon as well, I gawked.
"Is that the Emerald Rider?" I asked.
"Greetings. My name is Arya, and this is Firnen." the elf said, as she and her dragon walked up to us. In greeting, the dragon bowed its head, and lay down on its stomach with its head raised.
"Greetings, Emerald Rider. I am Calin Viaarsson." I say, despite shaking a bit.
"And I am Viaar Thorvaldsson." My father says. How may we assist you today?"
"Well, as I was passing over your home, one of Firnen´s saddlebags began humming,¨ Arya removed her dragon´s saddle, opened up one of the saddle bags, and began removing eggs. Dragon Eggs, all about the size of my head. All of the eggs are different colors, ranging from black to a multi-colored black and red. Finally, Arya removed a rusty orange egg, from which an audible purr was emanating, alongside a definitive shuddering. Moving closer to me, the elf held the egg tenderly. The closer she got to us, the more defined the shuddering became. She moved the egg close enough so that it was it a few inches from me. The purring is definitely audible, and Arya is having trouble holding the egg it is shaking so intensely.
"Go ahead. Touch it!" the elf says. I tentatively reach out and place my hand on the egg's smooth surface. The vibrating all but stops, and the purring turns pleasant, "Congratulations Calin Viaarsson, Dragon Rider."
"On the way to Ebrithil Eragon, how about we visit Ellesmera?" Iola suggested.
"Sure. Let's visit my parents too. It should be a ten minute flight from here." I say. Iola tilts southeast, heading towards Leona Lake.
Ancient Language
-Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass!= May your sword stay sharp
-Elrun Ono, ebrithil.= Thank You, Master