Murtagh and Roran was working in the fields when they heard it. A piercing scream seemingly splitting the air as Murtagh and Roran exchanged glances, blinking in recognition.

"Eragon!" Murtagh shouted.

They began to rush towards the cry when Garrow ran out of the house, looking around for the source.

They searched the known area of the forest, which was as far as Eragon was allowed to travel, looking for Eragon's body, or a sign he had been in that area, hoping that they might be able to catch up to the culprit.

"I can't find him Uncle!"

"Me neither!"

After having searched for an hour, they grew less

"We must return. We have have work to do." Garrow said, his tone reluctant.

Murtagh, unwilling to give up, stayed as Roran and Garrow left.

"Eragon!" Murtagh shouted, "ERAGON!" This time, birds rose from the trees, causing the leaves to rustle and some to fall to the ground.

He kept on shouting through the day and then throughout the night. He heard strange noises, but could find anything when checked them out. No matter where he looked, he could not find Eragon. Slowly, he grew to a point at which he was extremely worried. Once the morning finally came,he suddenly fell to the floor as he saw strange creatures prowling in the darkness.

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"-llo Eragon," a voice resonated, "Are you well?"

Eragon had just woke up, and rubbed his eyes

"Of course not!" a voice snapped. The owner of the voice stepped into the forwards into the light. He has a relatively smaller build, kbut he looked strong. He has pointed ears young Eragon wasn't familiar with. His hair hung over his forehead like a mat, colored like the forest. He had more hair on the top of his head than the sides.

"Please be quiet, he is still just a young boy," another person stepped forward. He had similar shaped ears, with dark hair. His hair was pointed up forwards the center in the front. He was slightly more built and taller that the previous elf, but still had a strong, graceful look.

"Yes, let us introduce ourselves," the voice Eragon first heard spoke. The speaker also stepped forward. He had uniform, light green hair. He was the tallest and strongest looking, slightly losing the graceful look, but it was still there; like a grass beneath the leaves of fall. His ears looked very much akin to the previous two, pointed at the top. "I am Vrael, previously the Leader of the Riders."

"I am Anurin, Leader of Riders until I was succeeded by Vrael," the elf with the dark hair said.

"And I. I am Eragon, the first Dragon Rider," the elf with the green matted hair proclaimed.

Eragon just stared at them with a dumbfounded look. He had no idea of what was going on.

Not too long ago, he was picking berries and he had suddenly found himself with a bunch of really weird strangers, saying that they were some of the greatest heroes to ever walk Alagaësia.

"I'm sorry, but can you please tell me where we are?" Eragon asked, not sure of what he should think. "I need to get back to my house."

"I'm sorry, but we're going to ask you to listen to us for some time. If you still want to go back to your home, we'll take you," said the man who claimed to be Vrael.

"Okay, I'll listen to you for a bit," Eragon replied in an unsure tone.

"You see, Galbatorix, the current ruler of Alagaësia, is actually a Dragon Rider who betrayed his brethren and attempted to kill us all. His dragon had been killed and we had not allowed him to have a new dragon. Quickly, he became evil and enslaved a dragon that had not hatched yet. This dragon was not allowed to name itself, but a name was forced upon it instead," introduced Eragon.

Vrael spoke, a look of distaste staining his face, "Galbatorix enslaved this dragon, and began fighting against the Order, killing us off. He almost managed to kill me, but I kept him at bay and barely escaped with my own life. However, my dragon was not as lucky. I was only able to escape. I lost my sword to him, and my dragon." Vrael stared down at his feet, a look of failure overcoming his face.

"Galbatorix created the Forsworn; thirteen powerful dragon Riders. They were to become the New Order. However, one Rider, who had his dragon killed, killed off or orchestrated the death of most of the Forsworn. Moran, Galbatorix's right hand man, wasthe most powerful of all the Forsworn. The Rider killing the Forsworn used to idolize Morzan; h would follow Morzan to the ends of Alagaësia," Anurin ended that sentence in a slightly humorously dark tone,"However, Morzan was the one to fall to this man's hand. This man previously had a loving obsession of Morzan, but now had a hating obsession."

"Well then, I guess it's my turn. After all of this, we ask you to aid us; to be our hand in defeating Galbatorix," Eragon spoke, "We have waited here, biding our time, looking for the right one. We believe that you are the one that will lead us to salvation."