A/n Thanks for the reviews guys. I will definitely take your opinions and ideas and try to graft them into the story. This chapter will hopefully be about 500 words longer than the last one but I can't promise anything. Enjoy.
Sylo hopped onto the ground. Immediately after Sheyanne had picked up her new egg Eragon had made the new trainees get onto Saphira and Glade.
Sylo's head was still reeling in shock. True it had been his most valued dream, but it was most peoples these days. The fact that his girlfriend got an egg too blew him out of the water. He couldn't believe his luck. He finally had the chance to outshine his too famous Grandad.
"Now come here," said Eragon, his lilting voice revealing that he had spent much time with the elves. The new riders walked over to Eragon. "You are the newest addition to the Dragon Riders. As Chief Rider I welcome you. You will begin training under Arya and I immediately after your dragons learn to talk. I estimate they will hatch in about 5 minutes." With that he walked away, succeeding in impressing his new students.
Meanwhile Saphira was whispering to the eggs, coaxing them to hatch. Her huge snout was amazingly soft and gentle with the eggs. Arya and Glade just stared at their young charges, sizing them up as if about to fight.
In an undertone Sheyanne whispered, "This is pretty sweet, huh. We get to train under the people who killed Galbatorix. I kinda wanted to meet Murtaugh though; he did break free from Galbatorix's reign. That's got to some serious strength."
"Yes it does," picked up Arya, her voice carrying easily. "Eragon, Saphira, Thorn and I channeled our energy through him; we barely broke Murtaugh free, though. I guess it's just a testament to the strength of Galbatorix." At the look of surprise on her pupils faces she added, "Elves have extremely good hearing. From now on it will be quite impossible to have a private conversation. Or until you learn protective spells."
"So you're allowed to tell us that we're able to do magic?" inquired Sylo. He knew that the Riders of old didn't tell trainees that they could do magic.
"Yes. Unfortunately the mystique of the Riders has passed with Galbatorix. Everyone knows Riders can do magic. Because of this Eragon and Oromis have had to create a whole new curriculum to train you amateurs."
Loud squeaking and shaking of eggs halted the conversation immediately. Arya whipped her head around to look at Saphira, who was grinning broadly. Sylo and Sheyanne ran over to their respective eggs. Sylo's white egg was wobbling frantically.
Cracks started to appear in the rock hard shell, giving light to the dragon. It seemed to work harder seeing the luminance. Then the egg shattered revealing the baby dragon that was to be Sylo's. It was not snow-white, but more closely resembling the white that a cloud is. Its spines and claws were a glossy grey, charcoal even.
This newest of dragons surprised Saphira. Its coal grey eyes flickered open and then it hopped into the air and started to fly. Saphira guffawed; I didn't know baby dragons could fly. I didn't until my 2nd month. It seems my child was more born for the air than I was.
"Sylo," instructed Arya. "You must touch your dragon to earn your gedway insignia. Do it soon."
Sylo obeyed, jumping at his dragon and catching him with his dominant left hand. Icy hot energy surged through him, burning his hand and chilling his veins. He forced himself not to faint in front of his girlfriend. As soon as the pain dissipated he looked over to Sheyanne.
Her dragon was just emerging. Sylo could not imagine a more rich and beautiful color. It seemed to match Sheyanne's rarity and personality perfectly. Violet eyes flashed open, ivory claws clicking against rocks.
Thorn managed to create a fine dragoness huh, Saphira. Glade swiveled to look at his mate. She looked to be pouting as if she hadn't yet managed to create such a lovely dragon.
She wasn't able to answer for a gasp of pain emerged from Sheyanne's mouth as she had grabbed the violet dragons head. Sylo looked at his hand, a new silvery burn branded there. Sheyanne fell onto her butt, looking relieved that the pain was gone.
Her dragon hopped onto her lap as Sylo's landed on his shoulder. They both looked at the other in surprise. It seemed they already knew who their Rider was.
"You know, you will have to come up with a name for your dragons soon," Eragon asked, his voice trailing from behind a massive oak. He appeared from behind it, strolling along. "You newest child is quite handsome, Saphira. Good work, Glade."
Eragon looked so serious. He was not the person who was told in the stories. He had been fun-loving and never serious. Sylo wondered what had happened. It was not as if Saphira had died or anything. Roran and Katrina definitely hadn't, at least in the war.
Arya and Eragon walked away, holding hands and speaking furiously. Saphira and Glade flew away to a secluded spot, tails intertwined. They left Sylo and Sheyanne alone with their new dragons and their thoughts.
"So what do we do now?" asked Sylo, speaking both of their thoughts aloud. "I wanted to be a Rider, but this isn't how I thought it would turn out. I thought they would welcome us with open arms, not be so distant and aloof."
"I know what you're saying. I kinda expected it from Arya, but definitely not from Eragon. And to answer your first question I think we should name our dragons and get to know them," answered Sheyanne, shooting a pointed looks at the white dragon perched on Sylo's shoulder, and the purple dragon sitting in Sheyanne's lap.
"I say we help each other. We come up with names for yours first, then we move onto mine. Helps build teamwork and all that junk," suggested Sylo. Sheyanne nodded, indicting for Sylo to start.
"Well first thing, she's a girl. Guy names are not am option. How 'bout Violet. It goes with her color and all."
"I don't know, Sylo," stated Sheyanne worriedly. She really wanted to have her dragon to have a perfect name. "It just doesn't feel right."
"Alright. I got plenty more where that came from. Let me think for a second though," asked Sylo. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, shaking his head occasionally. "Okay, I got three good ones, at least I think so. After that you have to help name your own dragon. Do you like Purpura, Regia, or Aboria?"
"Oh, those are really good Sylo," exclaimed Sheyanne, eyes bright with admiration. How'd you come up with them?"
"They're words from a dead language that originated from people living near modern-day Gil'ead. It's not important, why don't you ask your dragon which name she prefers." Sylo was becoming impatient. He thought naming Sheyanne's was taking too long and he really wanted to name his own.
"Alright, dragon. I like Regia the least, so what do you think of it?" Sheyanne questioned, directing it to the majestic baby dragon in her lap. The newborn shook her head. "How 'bout Purpura?" Another shake of the head from the dragon in Sheyanne's lap. Getting desperate Sheyanne asked, "Do you like Aboria?"
The dragon nodded her head. I was wondering when you were going to get around to that name. I liked it the moment your nest mate uttered it.
"Aboria,"-the dragon jerked her head up at the sound of her name-"I thought that dragons didn't usually talk until their first week, if not more." Sylo asked the question before Sheyanne got it out of her mouth.
It appears I am a genius of my race. Much like your grandfather Sylo. Sylo looked perplexed. I gleaned it from your mind, you were dwelling on it. You really should learn how to forficate your minds.
"Okay, little Mrs. Genius," retorted Sylo. "Can we try to name my dragon now."
"Of course, Sylo. I'm sorry, I forgot that you got a dragon too," teased Sheyanne. "Now why don't you come up with words from your famous dead language?" Sheyanne talked slowly, playing a game with Sylo.
"All right," stammered Sylo. He took off the white predator from his shoulder and kneeled so he could look his dragon in the eye. Just shake your head if you like any of the names I throw at you."
Sylo started listing off names. Some of the ones included were Pondus, Maneo, Astrum, Ferveo, and Excussum. Finally Sylo got one that the white dragon agreed with.
"Destino, huh," asked Sylo. He had to make sure that Destino was want his dragon wanted to be called. His dragon shook his head vigorously; his indication could not be mistaken.
"Very well, young Riders. Sheyanne, Aboria, Sylo, and Destino. You have now become history," Arya said mysteriously. "Do well to enjoy it."
A/n: So how'd you like it? Review me and I'll find out. Thanks for you guys who reviewed me for the first chapter. Give me ideas; I love to hear what you guys take on what I should do not. Thanks for reading.