Short Summary: AU. For one thing, the third egg is a green male. For another, Morzan only had one child. Don't like, don't read.
Ryna rode on Vöndr more, reaching a small clump of bushes in which to camp. She hobbled the bay and soon had a merry fire going.
She caught a wild bird for meat, using a bow and arrow. It was small, about as large as a hen. It would be enough for her.
She cooked a simple stew, putting the leftovers in a jar. She wound a strand of her long dark hair around her finger and sighed. She took out the stone.
A crack appeared on the smooth black surface. And another. And more cracks, like a spiderweb.
A black dragon hatchling tumbled out of the shell.
Ryna stretched out a hand to touch the creature. She gasped in shock. When she pulled her hand away, a silver oval was imprinted on the skin of her palm.
She was a dragon rider.
"Well, let's get you something to eat," she said briskly, to dispel the shock. She was glad that she had some leftover meat from the bird—it had been a large one.
She extended a meat filled hand. The hatchling ate delicately from the hand, then looked into Ryna's hazel eyes.
Ryna was aware of a presence behind those eyes. She thought in her mind, Hello. I am Arrynatha, known as Ryna. Who are you?
The hatchling stared at her for a moment. Then, unknowingly unlike her sibling Saphira had done, replied in words, I am your dragon, Ryna. You must name me.
Name you?
Yes. The hatchling said this with such a simple conviction that Ryna was forced to give in. A name sprang to her mind unbidden.
Miremel.
The refusal coming from the dragon was so strong that Ryna tried another name.
Nadrina.
No. the dragon stated flatly.
Are you a she?
Yes.
"Sinadra," breathed Ryna. The name had sprung to her lips out of the depths of her mind.
Yes. The newly christened Sinadra curled up beside her rider, and Ryna told her new companion about her home in Uru'baen, dangerously close to the king's power.
A dangerous place for one like me. Sinadra thought with alarm.
We are far away, love, from the evils of Galbatorix. We will go to a safe place where dragons and their riders are safe.
Sinadra curled up beside Ryna, and as the sun slowly descended behind the horizon, Ryna banked the fire, secured her possessions, and fell asleep, the newborn black dragon beside her.