Answers to reviews:
RedSovereign88: Uh... what? I don't know which version you're thinking about, but the first version of this story started with the Dragonborn hunting.
ThatOneRandomDude: It was either Daedric armour or Dragon armour. And he's not an edge lord, the armour just looks so cool!
V-0-l-D: Thanks.
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Getting to Alagaësia could take days, weeks even, and Daemon didn't want to waste that kind of time if Miraak has indeed returned and is planning to dominate the world starting with Alagaësia, so he had asked Odahviing to fly him to the and, to which the red dragon agreed to without hesitation. A journey on boat tht could take days or weeks had been shortened to just a few hours on dragon-back.
"Odahviing, what do you know of Alagaësia?" Daemon asked the red-scaled dragon curiously.
Odahviing let out a deep rumble in his chest. "It is a land I have not been to, Dovahkiin. I have merely heard of it, but did not visit it. Alduin did not bother with the land, beliving it to be inferior and worthless to him."
"I take it he knew of the Dragon Riders?" Daemon asked.
"Yes. He was most displeased about the idea of Dov being 'slaves' to mortals." Odahviing said with another rumble. "Hmm, I happened to agree with him. As a dragon, we are prideful creatures, we are above lowering ourselves to be 'bound' to someone for eternity."
"Well, everyone's got their opinions, my friend." Daemon said, rubbing one of odhaviing's scales in reassurance. "I however can't form my own opinion considering I've only heard of them, not met a Dragon Rider."
Odahviing hummed in acknowledgment.
Soon enough, they arrived in the land of Alagaësia, Odahviing flew for the mountains that he could see up ahead and spotted a forest area that would be perfect for landing. They didn't want to announce their presence to this land in dramatic fashion, they'd have to be careful about this in case Miraak had spies and learned about the Last Dragonborn coming here.
At long last, Odahviing began to descend from the sky. He dove through the clouds and circled above a forest, before finding a clearing large enough for his body and landing in it. With a soft groan, Daemon lifted his right leg over Odahviing's neck and slid to the ground, Daemon stretched his arms and twisted his back left and right, working out some of the knots that had formed there over the last few hours, before turning to the dragon behind him.
He smiled and placed a hand on his snout. "Thank you, my friend."
Odahviing bowed his head without a word and then pushed off from the ground once more. Daemon didn't know if he was going back to Skyrim, but he knew Odahviing will answer the call if Daemon needed him.
Daemon turned and looked around his surroundings before he began walking in a direction. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he hoped there was a village nearby that could lend him a map of Alagaësia, just so he knows where to go and where to start in looking for Miraak or this new Dragon Rider.
After a while of walking through the woods, eventually he found a road which led down to a village. Daemon walked, entering the village. He noticed some of these villagers gave him wary yet curious glances, but they also gave him a wide berth.
Daemon looked and saw a tavern up ahead, so he headed for that. In his experience, taverns had maps of the local areas or the country, so Daemon supposed the same could be said in Alagaësia. He entered the tavern, looking around as some conversations went into low mutters a few seconds after he walked in.
And he could feel multiple eyes on him as he made his way towards the bar and sat down on a stool, looking down and tracing a circle on the countertop before he saw the bartender come over.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked with caution, eyeing Daemon's armour. The Dragonborn reached up and took off his helm.
"A drink. Anything." Daemon said, putting down some gold coins for payment for the drink. The bartender nodded and went to go get him a drink.
Suddenly Daemon felt some kind of presence in his mind and whirled his head around to look around the tavern. The presence quickly disappeared, knowing it's been detected and won't try again. As Daemon glanced around, he found nothing out of place, no one looking at him with a look that gives them away. Someone had just tried to enter his mind, and as soon as he showed that he knew, they retreated and acted normal. Daemon's gaze briefly stopped on an old man smoking a pipe, head bowed.
"Here you go." Daemon turned back to the bartender who had arrived with his drink in hand. Daemon nodded and took a sip. "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"Not really." Daemon sighed as he lowered his drink, staring into his reflection in the liquid. "I'm... new here. Where am I?"
The man smiled. "You're in Carvahall."
Carvahall? Daemon hummed before he asked. "May I have a map if you have one?"
The man nodded and went to the back to get said map. Daemon glanced around again warily, hoping no one bothers him. Not all places just brush off some random stranger entering their town. Gods know Daemon's dealt with that too many times in his life.
"Here." Daemon turned back to the bartender who laid out a map. "This is the map of Alagaësia and Carvahall is right here." He tapped a spot and Daemon saw the name of the village, around it was mountains called 'The Spine'. Carvahall was not too far from a place called Therinsford. Daemon's eyes continued to roam the map, drinking in every detail and memorizing them, the names.
"Thank you." Daemon nodded and the bartender took the map to the back. While he was gone, the Dragonborn finished his drink and left.
Okay, so I've memorized the map of this land. Now I just need to track down either this Dragon Rider or look for signs of Miraak. Daemon thought to himself with a determined nod.
So lost was he in his thoughts, that he didn't notice he was going to bump into someone until he had already done so.
"Shi-! I'm sorry." Daemon apologized as he looked down at the person, who was a male.
"No, it's fine. I should've looked where I was going." The person said, their voice was young... like adolescent young.
Regardless, Daemon offered a hand and pulled the boy to his feet, frowning as he spotted some kind of mark on the boy's palm. It was a mark Daemon has only seen in one book, the book on Dragon Riders. It described how the Riders would bear a mark known as the Gedwëy ignasia.
"Um, hi." The boy said, snapping Daemon from his thoughts.
"My apologies for bumping into you, kid." Daemon said with an apologetic tone.
"N-No, no, it's fine. I was too busy lost in my thoughts as well." The boy said with a sheepish chuckle before he noticed Daemon's armour. "You... aren't from here, are you?"
"Not really." Daemon said. "Oh, I should introduce myself, my name is Jayden."
The boy nodded and shook Daemon's hand. "I'm Eragon..."
And I think I'll end it there. Right, as for where we are in the timeline, this is like a couple of days after Saphira hatched, which Paarthrunax sensed and sent Daemon to investigate it as well as Miraak's return.