Eragon had told me of some young dragons who were in use of training from an elder dragon especially when their human counterparts were rulers on Midgardian plains.

Daenerys Targaryen; a woman who was forced to marry a Doutraki Khal at the young age of fourteen, they gifted her dragon eggs which she walked into the fire with. Being dragon blooded Daenerys was immune to the flames which licked at her skin and hair and shone brightly as the eggs containing Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion hatched. Her skin and hair glowed as she left them although she was covered in ash and the young dragons cooed in glee having awoken from their king slumber.

Toothless of Berk, his human counterpart, a ruler of a Norse settlement who used to slay us thinking we were hostile beasts. Instead he saw that we were just like him albeit larger, stronger, and we could control the elements in ways they could not lest they mastered druidry. Toothless was a rather chick like dragon, at times he behaved like a young parrot however he had a pleasant demeanor and was humorously mischievous.

My Eragon would be pleased to speak with these humans as I train their younglings, dragons can be so very different and I hope that these ones do not veer to the path of extremism with our guidance.

"Saphira!" Eragon calls to me from the meadow running up carrying two of the Stormborn dragons under his arms while a woman with white hair; I presume Daenerys Targaryen carries another. A taller man with brown hair runs into the valley with a large black dragon; a night fury, I assume these two are Toothless and Hiccup, followed by a donkey and several hybrids with furry coats.

"Good morning Eragon" I communicate with him telepathically, the young dragons, Daenerys and donkey would be able to hear me outside of the link.

"Saphira is greeting all of you and wishing you a good morning" Eragon translates for me.

"I understood her" Daenerys says, lowering Drogon to the grass, Eragon lowers Rhaegal, and Viserion to the ground and the hybrids run to them nudging at them.

"Hello everyone I'm Donkey!" Donkey smiles.

"He can talk?" Hiccup stares in disbelief as Donkey smiles back at him.

"I love to talk!"

"So do I" says Eragon "Perhaps we should continue in my cottage, I have some soup boiling in the fireplace and many things to discuss."

"I do not see anything wrong with a bowl of soup, I am rather famished" Hiccup says stretching.

"As am I" Daenerys agrees.

"I'm always up to try some homemade cooking! And I'm the morning I'm making waffles" Donkey gallops towards the cottage as I welcome the young dragons to the meadow to begin their training.

"Welcome younglings, I am Saphira, today I will be training you in the art of elemental manipulation." I summon ice from under my breath. "You May have heard of fire breathers but dragons can muster up the power of the elements and the courage to control them if they so wish it."

Toothless flaps his wings, lifting himself off of the ground, I notice an artificial tail fin with a symbol of Berk, he lets out a shriek before summoning a bolt of lightning from his jaw aiming it at a tree.

"Well done Toothless" I commend him "I see your human cares for you, I am glad of that far too many of us have been lost to recklessness."

"Ahhh what did I miss!" A Witcher climbs up the hill to the valley with a young golden dragon and a girl with blonde hair the features of a lion cub; Cirilla of Cintra and the Witcher must be Geralt of Rivia. The dragon must be one of the eggs rescued by Borch and Geralt several years ago.

"Very little" I bow my head to the golden youngling "Welcome to dragon training, what is your name young one?"

"Alzren" Cirilla tiptoes through the meadow careful to not disturb the earth underneath as she follows Alzren sitting in the grass awaiting my instructions.

"I suppose they are in the cottage down the hill?" Geralt asks looking at the smoke leaving the chimney.

"Yes, if you would like to join them you may go there or you may stay here, I do not mind the company of a Witcher."

"I'll head downhill, Cirilla is far more interested in dragon lessons then I am" he waves as he trails down the hill to the cottage presumably skeptical of the different types of dragons that are these younglings. "And I could use some mead."

"Alright when do we start?" Cirilla asks, her legs crossed beneath her.

"Whenever you're ready" Toothless says through the bond and Cirilla lets out an earth shattering echo that cuts down a tree.