Eamon woke up in the little room he had rented. When he had thrown some food in his mouth, he went slowly to where the eggs had been the day before. He had a smile around his mouth, knowing what would come. There were a lot of other people there, but only a few looked as confident as him. There was a little, grey guy in the corner, with a smug smile. Eamon had never seen him before, but he didn't like the looks of him. He had heard, like everyone else, the stories of how the evil king Galbatorix had killed or enslaved all the dragon riders in the past. There looked like there was little chance for this little guy to become an evil king, but he surely did not look like a noble dragon rider. The leader of the men who came with the dragon eggs the day before talked with a loud dark voice.
-All those who felt a tingle, or a movement in the egg yesterday, may step forward.
Eamon took a long step forward, as did two others, the little grey fella, and a young girl, about 12. She may have looked pretty, if it were not for the scar that cut over her face, from the top of the left eye to the bottom of the right cheek.
-Come to me, and take your eggs. If they hatch, you will be Dragon Riders, if they do not, well, then you won't be Dragon Riders.
Eamon and the other two went for their eggs. The little guy went for a dark red, and the girl picked up a light blue. Then they were told to go to the forest with the eggs, and sit and meditate with the eggs in their laps. Eamon walked past the barbers shop, with a mirror hanging in the window. He stopped and looked. He knew that the longer he had the dragon, the more he would look like the other races. The first riders of The Second Order of dragon riders now looked like a mix of the five races that were bound in the enchantment. They had the big bodies of the Khuls, the pointy ears of the elves, the stealth of a were-cat, the beards of the dwarfs and the human shape. Eamons light hair would grow long out of his chin, and he would grow way out of his little body. He would also live forever and have the ability to do magic, which came from the dragons. Both his mind and body would change while he was in training, and maybe he would never be the same, but he didn't mind. No one actually knew him here, except for the men he sold his fish to. So, finally, he could leave this wretched cold place behind, and go to a place of magnificence and glory.
He began walking again, and when he got to the little clearing in the woods, he sat down and rested with the egg in his lap. After some time, the egg began to shake. At first just a gentle nudge back and forwards. Eamon put the egg down on the ground and a second later, the egg cracked. He had been told to let the dragon get out without help. So he sat down again, and watched the little shape get out of the egg. It looked marvelous. He started to reach out his hand, and the dragon started to sniff him. When the dragon suddenly touched him, he felt somehow extended, before he got an extreme feeling that couldn't be described with words. He felt delighted. And then he passed out.