OK, Ive spent 4 chapters for introductory uses, now it gets detailed.

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I jumped up in my bed, gasping for air, the horrid dream, that I just had.

It was a cold night in the land of the Dwarves. Winter must be coming, I thought. I got up, changed, and walked out of the well decorated Dragon hold, quietly so I wouldn't wake the others.

Somewhere in the night there was a heavy flapping noise, I thought it was that dragon, Saphira, I hoped. Then a horrid screech tore through the caverns, I yanked the flashlight that I had in my pocket and turned it on, flipped around, then something grabbed my right shoulder, I could smell whatever was grabbing Me's putrid breath. I froze with fear.

Then a smooth voice came out of whatever was holding me:

"Yesss, yesss, you will do good into making the next rider..," the voice hissed.

Whatever it was, dragged me off, then tied me on to some sort of giant bat, then flew away.

The air as we surged up became colder, the creature seemed to sense this, and then wrapped me up in a scratchy wool blanket.

Then I remembered the flashlight, I pulled it out slowly, ready to hit whatever the creature was, but when I elaborated about it in my mind, it looked at me and knocked it out of my cold hands. Another dark shape was getting close to our upwards rising, the creature looked at it, and made a small click with whatever it had for a mouth.

The other thing replied, click click so quiet, that if it had been any quieter, it would be lost in the faint flap of wings. After a few hours, I could see the open sky, I remembered how the creature spoke to me, so I asked it:

"If I may ask, where are we heading?"

"We take you to our masssster," It replied in its oily smooth voice.

Then I felt a freezing grip on my right arm and could remember no more.

I awoke the next morning in a nice bed, in a cozy room, Paintings, jewels, and a fire adorned the walls. Sitting next to me was a man in armour, wen he noticed my movements he looked up from his book and said, in warm and pleasing voice, "Ah, your up, if you would come with me please."

I Jumped out of bed and eagerly followed him through beautiful hallways, one for example, was adorned with excellently crafted swords, with different hues to them, such as green, blue , and purple.

Then another room had a large fireplace, which around it was decorated with gems along the outside, small chairs with cushions of purple and blue, which were common colors around the palace, I didn't know but by the way things were placed, it was obvious that it was a palace.

We finally walked into a long chamber, the man leading me walked almost silently on the stone floor, I tried but only succeeding in falling. After I got up and brushed myself off with my hands, I notice how beautiful the chamber was, a long, red carpet with black diamond deigns on it, a long banquet table, big enough to host a feast for 600 men, the walls were decorated with soft, appetizing pictures of food.

We continued on, until we reached a door guarded with 2 men, saluted by placing their hands over their sternum, the man who was leading me repeated it to them, and I, deciding it was proper etiquette, did the same.

The guards unbarred the door and it swung open, I followed the man in, and this room was larger then anyone before yet seen through my eyes, and was the most decorated, so much that it was gaudy.

And sitting in a large, marble throne was another man dressed in armour, he wore a crown, decorated with diamonds, and next to him was a gigantic black dragon, it's black scales shimmered in the light of the many lanterns in the room.

"He has awoken, master," the man said, bowed, and left the room.

"You," the man sitting in the throne asked in a booming voice.

"What is your name," He asked me.

"Jimmy," I said, "Jimmy Patterson."

"Ah, so strange a name."

"Guards, if you may," The man said. The guards walked out and the doors slammed shut.

It was then, when I noticed a golden door.

I asked the man, "Where does that gold door lead to," I pointed at it. He immediately stood up and strode over to it and opened it, "I will be in here for a short while, speak to my dragon," The door slammed shut behind him.

A booming "Hello, forsaken one," went through my head.

"Forsaken one," I thought.

"Yes, the fate of this world lies in your hands,"

"But how can that be? I'm not of this world!"

" But fate inter-wined with your crash that you would have been instantly killed in, if not for the spirits that guard this land, you would now be a smoldering pile of ashes,"

"Then how could I save this land?"

"The dragon egg will hatch for you,"

"Dragon egg?" I though, then embarrassment spread through me of the stupidity of it.

"Yes, the last dragon egg will hatch for you, it is a male, and Saphira, Eragons dragon, is a female, if you can escape when your dragon comes of age where you can ride it, you must flee this blighted realm, and seek the elves, for they can tell you where your friends are, fly to them, by then the first of the last battles for Alagaesia will begin, the egg that will hatch for you, is one of birth by and elder dragon, it's soul is part of nature, if it dies, so will the world,"

"But, if this place is evil, how can I trust you?"

"Riders are bound to their dragons, I am not bound to...him, He killed my first rider, a beautiful elf woman, we shared many times together before he killed her and stole me, for his dragon had been killed, I am bound to his sick will, by words in the ancient language,"

"So the words must be influenced by magic,"

"Correct,"

"Do not worry, I will free you and this land from this idiot who calls himself king, how did he become king anyway,"

Shruikan told him the tale, and then when he finished, the door swung back open, and the man came back, wearing purple robes, age had worn him to what looked like he was in his mid 80's but from Shruikans tale, he new he was over a hundred years old.

He took a bundle from under his arms and handed to me with great speed, and told me to unravel it, which I did, inside was a marvelous white round stone with black veins running through it.

"Place you hand on it," Galbatorix commanded.

I placed my hand on it, there was a squeak and a little white dragon head popped out near my thumb, I went to scratch its neck, but when I touched it and icy surged of pain rushed through my veins. I could do nothing but grasp my hand in pain. When the Pain had subsided, I looked at my palm, and to my astonishment, It glowed with a great gleam.

"Good, now your training begins," Galbatorix said.

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Farthen Dur...

They had searched for him for hours, he was nowhere to be found in the stone city, his only traces he left were a drop of blood, and scattered parts of his flash-light,

Eragon attempted to contact him, but he was sleeping so he couldn't. He scryed but that failed too. All of a sudden Saphira let out a huge roar that echoed throughout the caverns.

Eragon ran to her side, and tried to contact her, but was pushed away by a rolling barrier of anger and sorrow, she continued to roar, then she stopped, spasms ran through her mussels, finally the barrier in her mind ceased, Eragon asked her what was wrong, and was horrified to hear what came next, "The last dragon egg has hatched, our race is doomed," sorrow welled through her, a large dragony tear ran down her cheek, "They've wasted Jimmy I can sense, he was a damn fine man,"

He immediately told Arya, anger welled through her, saying that the final battles of Alagaesia were near, the first battle, only a month away, and now the other side had 3 riders, even a rebellion and all the elves combined, with all the Varden and Dwarves could not quell such a force.

But we will fight, we would not just go down so easy, we could kill Galbatorix, freeing Murtagh and Jimmy," Eragon said boldly.

"Yes, but that would be the hardest, Eragon-elda, it would be easier to kill the lesser ones first then.."

"How can you think that way, Have you no compassion or care in your heart? how can you even speak that way? He said angrily, "You have not spoke of such foulness since that night in Ellesmera,"

Her eyes softened, "You are right, Eragon, about both things, the first of the last battles for Alagaesia draw nearer as we speak, we must prepare,"

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