A young farm hand is chosen by fate to carry a legacy he had only heard about in stories when he finds a large blue jewel in the woods. He will face monsters of both body and mind as he fulfills his destiny. Good thing he has some help, he's gonna need it. M for a reason.

"Hear ye, men of the land. The end is nigh, and it rides on silver wings. It will be followed by a trail of blood wrought from lightning." A story heard all throughout the land, so ubiquitous that even those in Carvahall heard it now and then. Nobody believed it of course, and especially not Eragon. What business did a farm boy have entertaining such notions?

Eragon is a rookie Monster Hunter with the small but tough Spine Guild. When the Varden caravan stops over, he is invited to join its quirky crew and leave Carvahall. Yet the Varden is embroiled far deeper in the fate of the land than he knows, and Eragon might just come to realise that fighting off packs of hungry Jaggi every winter will be the very least of his worries.