Title- Black Dragons
By- Claire C. Griffon
Disclaimer- Only a few of the names here are mine. Other than those, everything has been created by Mr. Paolini.
Summary- There is a reason that Galbatorix is so dark. There is a reason that he bound another dragon to himself after his first one died. There isa reason that no one knows of his childhood and what happened in it. No one, until now.
Black Dragons
Prologue- Golden Dawn
A yellowishand completely smooth stone sat alone on a stone pedestal. Other such stones in different hues had been placed around it, each on their own pillar, so they formed the shape of a circle. The bright full moon shone down upon them, bathing them in its whitelight.
Without notice, one of the stones started to vibrate. A tiny hairline fracture appeared in it as it smacked soundly arainst the stone pedestal. Then it settled down again as quickly as it had began to move. A soft hum could be heard throughout the room if one listened hard enough. An elven warrior and guard who was standing watch allowed a ghost of a smile to grace his features before turning them into stone again. It was time. With the speed that only someone as fleet as foot as he could possess, he sped off through his home inorder to reach the king and tell him what had transpired.
As the sun's rays first began to peek over the horizon and turn the world to a place golden with its light, a small group of children awaited eagerly outside of the room. They were a motley mixture of boys and girls, elves and mortals, but there seemed to be more of the former than the latter. When the doors opened, they contained their enthusiam enough to walk past the door and into the softly lit room somberly. Their footfalls changed in their sound as the ground beneath them turned from hard packed dirt to a polished stone floor.
They were led into the hall where the stones were by an elder Rider. "One at a time, walk in front of the egg," he instructed them.
"Yes Argetlam," the children muttered out. Silently, they formed a single line with the ease of those who had done it many times before. One by one, they passed before the yellow egg.
Not once did the egg move, not once did it make a sound. Not once, until a young boy with a mass of black hair and hazel eyes approched it. The humming that had filled the room unto that point suddenly stopped and the egg began to rock back and forth. The others respectfully moved away, leaving the awestruck boy alone with the egg.
With a crack audible only to him, and a flash of light seen by all, the egg opened and a baby dragonet flopped into the boy's hands, as yellow as the surrounding world had been only a few short moments ago. As he gently touched it for the first time, the silver mark of the Riders appeared on his hand. Looking down at the golden dragonet with adoration in his eyes, he smiled softly at it. Hello little one. My name is Galbatorix, he told it.
I know it's short, but I needed to get this out of the way before I could move on with the actual story. A slight warning now. My muse for this story is fickel at best, and will sometimes curse with with writer's block. It took me close on three days to just write this. All I ask is that you please be patient with me. The wait should be well worth it.