The Elf Dragon War

Prequel to Inheritance Cycle

Hey all you fanfictioners who love dragons, wars, and magic get ready to read because I have written about the most important event in the history of Alagaesia. The elf dragon war and the beginning of the riders. If you like it review if not I will take it as an insult and never contribute to fan fiction ever again, jk :). And now for the boring required stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except…

Claimer: I own the plot, and the personalities of the characters as well as some made up people that came from the most creative parts of my brain such as the name of and color of eragon's dragon.

Okay now for the actual story.

Chapter 1

"Ready the Dauthdert!"

"Steady, FIRE!"

Eragon could here the words all the way from his tent, which probably was a bad place to be considering they were under attack at the moment. At any second a dragon could fall out of the sky onto his tent crushing him but he didn't seem to care. That was because he was in the middle of practicing singing to plants. He wasn't that great at it for he has messed up many times but every time he gets it right another masterpiece is born, a lot like a potter working at his wheel. You would think that he would have the sense to leave his tent to avoid being crushed but then again he was a talented magician in most areas and had placed wards upon himself to keep him from being destroyed. Kind of like having your own personal, indestructible bubble. His only concerns at the moment were about his work. You see Queen Izlanzandi hired him as a potion maker, which was his greatest skill. He could make almost any potion as long as they weren't made from artificial plants, which he had to sing to create. Being in a good position in the army was an amazing feat for him. At the time everyone was obsessed with war and dragon slaying and who has fell the most dragons, but he wasn't really into it he mainly stayed at home reading about peace and prosperity going through his potion books and making up his own. When he was asked to join the army he was very torn between showing off his potion making skills and becoming obsessed with dragon slaying in the end he decided to join.

At the moment he is trying to make the right ingredient for a potion that is lighter than air and when breathed in by dragons causes them to die of illness after a few days. It is also supposed to be very contagious so that when the diseased dragons return to their nests they will infect their loved ones. To Eragon it was a cruel and unusual way to kill someone but he was told that if he didn't make it he would be thrown in jail. Doing what your told is much more preferable than jail especially when you live forever as all elves do. His ingredient though is very crucial though because it makes it to where elves are immune to it.

Eventually the Dauthdert was recovered and fired again but cheers of joy, then shrieks of panic and a loud crash followed this time the whoosh of it passing overhead. Another dragon killed but what was he to care he was helping them to die; yet he still felt sorry for them. He decided that it was because they were smart they could obviously communicate with each other through their minds and even use magic. There have been many tales of dragons that have used their magic to kill hundreds of warriors but that didn't stop the elves they just protected themselves with wards as if they could protect them from everything. He doesn't even like the war in fact he wishes for someone to put an end to it. What makes him even madder is that the elves almost surrendered, the race was at the mercy of the dragons until one of Ellesmera's finest blacksmiths, Rhunon, created the infernal weapon known as the Dauthdert.

The Dauthdert is a giant very sharp lance designed for killing dragons. It can penetrate through the thickest of scales and the most complicated of wards. Another feature intended for the user is that any one holding it is impervious to any magic. He hated the dumb lances so much that once in the middle of the night two of them "went missing". When really he had tossed them into Eldor Lake from a boat he had stolen from the navy. He wasn't really scared of the other elves because one they wouldn't ever find the Dauthderts and two he was their best potion maker so they needed him.

"Done," he said to himself when he added the last ingredient to the dragon-killing potion. What the other elves didn't know was that he made it to where it wasn't contagious like it was meant to be.

If you liked it and want more than review and I'll write another chapter. Also check out my co authored book with my friends Wolfie-chanLovesSilently and Dreamheart12.