Wyrda of a Shur'tugal
(Fate of a Dragon Rider)
Summary: same as the prologue and the first chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Eragon.
Chapter Two
Five days after returning to Carvahall, something happened to both of the stones. They hatched. And, as it turned out, Harry was right. The stones were actually dragon eggs.
And weeks later, when Eragon's cousin Roran had to go into Carvahall to have something fixed, he went with him. But, when they got into the village, he went to see Brom, the town storyteller, to get information about dragons. Brom, when the traders were in the village had told a "story" about the fall of the dragons and their Riders.
The day after their whole conversation, Eragon went to see Harry and the two dragons. As soon as he stepped into the glen they were in, the palm on which the mark the dragon gave him, itched.
Flashback
Eragon had gone to see Harry, and for some reason brought the stone. They had just gotten to talking when they heard a squeak and a crack. Both turned towards the area where the stones were. As they watched, multiple cracks formed. Then, at the same time, chunks of the egg flew into the air and two little bodies forced their way through the shell. There before them, was two baby dragons, one with emerald scales and the other with sapphire scales.
"Dragons..." Eragon forced out. "Not one, but two at that."
Harry and Eragon stepped forward cautiously and each reached out a hand. Harry slowly rubbed the emerald dragon while Eragon did the same with the sapphire dragon. As soon as they made contact with the dragons' scales, they both felt as if ice were flowing through their veins. They bolt felt the subtle touch on their minds as an unbreakable bond was formed between the dragons, and their Riders.
After a few minutes, the feeling stopped and they both looked at the palm of their hands that were itching like a wasp sting,
"What in all Alagaësia..." (1) Eragon asked.
For on both of their palms, was a silver, broken oval.
End Flashback
Eragon.
Eragon.
Eragon spun in circles looking for the person calling his name.
"Right in front of you, Eragon," Harry called.
"Wha..." Eragon said stupidly.
"Look down."
Eragon looked down. All he saw was the sapphire dragon.
Eragon.
"Yes, it's your dragon."
"My dragon?"
"It chose you, just as Emrys chose me."
"Emrys?"
"He needed a name didn't he?"
"He?"
"Ugg! Yes, he! What?!? Are you not awake yet?!?
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
Harry sighed, "So, what have you been doing the past couple of days whilst I've been here twiddling my thumbs in boredom?" (Wow, did that sound like Dumbledore or what?)
Eragon shook himself out of his stupor and said, "I talked to the town storyteller and he told me this..."
Another Flashback
"What do you want boy?" a voice rasped.
"To get information," Eragon replied. "Roran had to get a chisel fixed, and I had time on my hands, so I came to get a few questions answered.
Brom grunted and reached for the door. Both walked in. "Now, for a light."
Eragon heard a curse as something fell to the floor.
Brom sat down and said, Make some room for yourself but by the lost Shur'tugals (2), be careful. This stuff is very valuable.
"Good! Nothing like a conversation by the fire," Brom said as he lit the fire with a candle. "What do you want?"
Eragon wondered how to approach the subject, "I keep hearing about the Dragon Riders and their accomplishments. Almost everyone wants them to return, but I've never heard how they started, where the dragons originated, or what made the Riders special-- beside the dragons, of course.
A very vast subject to tell about, and if I told you everything, we'd still be here by the time winter came again. It will have to be reduced. But before we start, I need my pipe."
Eragon waited patiently while Brom fixed up his pipe. "There, now we won't have to stop except for the tea. Now, about the Riders, or the Shur'tugal, as they are called by the elves. Where to start? They spanned countless years and at peak of their power, held sway over twice the Empire's land. Many stories have been told about the Riders, most nonsense.
Dragons had no beginning, unless it comes with the creation of Alagaësia itself. If they have an end, it will be when this world does, for they suffer with the land. They, the dwarves, and a few others are true inhabitants of this land. They lived here before all others, proud and strong in all their elemental glory. Their world was unchanging until the fist elves sailed over on silver ships."
"Where did elves come from? Do they really exist? And why are they called the fair folk?" Eragon interrupted.
Brom scowled. "Do you want the original question answered or not? If you want to explore every obscure piece of knowledge they won't be."
"Sorry," Eragon dipped his head and smiled at how alike Harry and Brom were.
"No, you're not," Brom said with amusement. "If you must know, elves aren't legend, and they are called the fair folk because they are the most graceful out of all the races. They come from a land called Alalëa, though nobody but the elves know what, or even where, it is.
"Now," he glared to make sure there were no more interruptions, "the elves were a proud race, and strong in magic. First, they regarded the dragons as animals. And from that came a deadly mistake. A young elf killed a dragon, as he would a stag. Angered, the dragons attacked and killed the elf. The bloodletting didn't start there. The dragons massed together and ambushed the entire nation of elves. Dismayed by the misunderstanding, the elves tried to end the hostilities but didn't have a way for communication with the dragons.
"At the beginning, the elves only fought to defend themselves, but eventually the dragon's ferocity made them fight for their own survival. This lasted for five years, and then, an elf named Eragon found a dragon egg." Eragon blinked in surprise. "I see you don't know who you were named after."
"No," Eragon said. Why was he named after an elf?
"Then you find this even more interesting."
Brom took a break to get the tea.
"No one knows why the egg was abandoned. Some say the parents were killed in an elven attack. Some say it was purposely left there. Either way, Eragon saw the importance in raising a friendly dragon. He raised it in secrecy, and as it was custom, named the dragon Bid'Daum in the Ancient Language. When Bid'Daum was old enough the pair traveled among the dragons and talked them into living peacefully with the elves. Thus, treaties were formed between the two races. To make sure this never happened again, the Riders were formed.
"At first, the Riders were intended to means of communication between the dragons and the elves. However, as time passed, they were given more authority. Before Galbatorix over took the Riders, they had more power then all the kings in Alagaësia. Now, I believe that is two questions answered."
"Yes," Eragon said. "But what does Eragon mean?"
"I don't know," Brom said. "It's very old. It's a good name though; you should be proud of it."
"I don't understand. Where were we when the Riders were formed?"
"We?"
"You know. Humans?"
Brom laughed. "We are no more native to this land than the elves. It took another three centuries for ancestors to come join the elves."
"That can't be," protested Eragon. "We've always lived in Palancar Valley."
"For a few generations, that is true. This valley is old and hasn't always belonged to us."
Eragon scowled. "What happened to the dwarves after the Riders were destroyed?"
"No one really knows. They fought with the Riders through the first few battles. Then, when it became apparent Galbatorix was going to win, they closed all known tunnels and disappeared underground. No one has seen them since."
"What about dragons? Surely they weren't all slaughtered? (Evil word. I hate this word)"
"That is the greatest mystery in all of Alagaësia. How many survived Galbatorix's evil slaughter? (There it is again) He spared those who were with him, but only the twisted dragons of the Forsworn would assist his madness. If any dragons survived beside Shruikan are still alive, they have hidden themselves so the Empire can't find them.
Then where did Emrys and my dragon come from? "How big were the dragons?"
"Larger then a house. Even the smaller ones had wingspans of over a hundred feet, they never stopped growing. Some of the ancient ones could have passed as hills."
How can Harry and I hide our dragons in years to come? "When did they mature?"
"Well," Brom said, scratching his chin, "they couldn't breathe fire until they were about five or six months old, which was about when they could mate. The older one is, the longer one can breathe fire. Some could keep going for minutes."
"I heard their scales shone like gems."
"You heard right. Some say a group looked like a moving rainbow. Who told you that?"
"A trader," Eragon lied.
"What was his name?"
"I don't know. He was talking in Morn's."
"Wish you knew."
"He also said a Rider could hear his dragon's thoughts."
"He was wrong. It isn't in any of the stories, and I know all of them. Did he say anything else?"
"No," Eragon replied. "How long did they live?"
"A dragon will live for quite a while, forever, in fact, as long as it isn't killed and its Rider doesn't die."
"How does anyone know that? If they live as long as their Rider, that means they would only to be about sixty or seventy. You said that Riders lived forever. That's impossible."
"What's possible is relative. People say it isn't possible for you to travel through the Spine, yet you do."
"Were dragons very smart?"
"Did you not listen to anything I said?! Do you think elves could have formed peace treaties with dumb brutes?! They were as intelligent as you and I!"
"But they were animals!" Eragon protested.
"Everyone ignores the dragons and just think that the Riders did everything."
"I've been trying to remember the name of a certain dragon. I think I heard it from one of the traders. Could you help me?"
Brom listed names of different dragons. "…and Saphira. Was it any of those?"
"No, but thanks anyway. Roran should be done with Horst. I should get back, though I don't want to."
"What?! No questions about dragon battle tactics or requests for descriptions about breathtaking aerial combat?"
"For now," Eragon laughed. "I learned everything I needed and more."
End Flashback
"That wasn't very discreet," Harry accused.
"Well, he didn't suspect anything."
"Are you going to name your dragon?"
"I have some ideas on what to name it."
"She."
"She?"
"The dragon is a she."
"How do you know that?"
"Emrys told me," Harry said casually, as if a dragon talking to someone in their minds happened everyday.
"Well, Saphira sounds decent, don't you think?"
"Don't ask me. Ask you dragon."
"How?"
"Find the link with your dragon and project your thought toward it. She'll hear you."
Eragon.
Yes?
Eragon.
Are you Saphira?
Yes.
After that, Eragon felt satisfaction through the bond.
Eragon.
Who are you?
Harry.
Mate bonded.
Now who is that?! I why do I have so many voices in my head?!!
That's Emrys. I don't understand the sentence about the mate bonded though.
Well, today has been a tough day. I going back home.
"Goodbye."
"See ya later Eragon,"
HPEBESHPEBESHPEBESHPEBES
Y'all know how some people say 'What in the world?'? well, I thought they needed a phrase similar to that.
In the book, he actually said 'by the lost kings.' Weren't the Riders considered the kings of Alagaësia, sooooo…. I thought it sounded better.
Please review!!!!
Ta ta for now,
Forgotten
