So, you remember The New Dragon? Yeah, this is a rewrite of that but under a entirely new title.

But before I do anything else, I'd like to talk about something that led to the downfall of the previous version. If you will remember, I had a co-writer working on the story after chapter 22. His name is Zek-resh, formerly known as Stryker-Stargazer. Things went downhill between us after an argument about a story idea. We disagreed very heavily with each other, and I acted immature by not talking to him and deleting our work. He didn't like that and I do admit it was basically screwing him over when he was trying to help me.

Led to a couple months of onslaught from him but we have sorted things out and parted ways on good, even terms. If you are a fan of Inheritance Cycle stories, then I suggest you check out his story called Twisted Realities, which is also an OC/Saphira story. Give him love and support, as well as his Percy Jackson story. Giving him a shout out is the least I can do for what I did.

Now, onto the details of this story. The OC is still the same, still named Michael and his dragon name is still going to be Ancalagon. As for the look of said dragon form, it's still gonna be based off Smaug's design from The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, only silver-scaled with a dark-silver underbelly and silver eyes.

I'm also gonna take inspiration from other dragon-media for his powers, rather than just giving him fire breath. If you remember from The New Dragon, he had the ability to control the shadows as well. Well, this time there's gonna be a bit more but not to the point where he's OP as fuck and unstoppable. I want to show him struggling to use his power and all that stuff a good protagonist goes through as they discover and try to control their power.

No point in having him be amazing at everything and easily control his power. What is this, Disney's Star Wars Sequel trilogy where the lead character can easily heal a Lightsaber wound without any training on HOW to do that?!

NO!

Ahem. sorry about that.

Anyway, to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. I only own the OC Michael/Ancalagon.


The Power of Love by Huey Lewis & the News softly blared from a set of headphones belonging to my friend,Matthew, who was currently listenting to the sog. However, it also interrupted my silent reading of Eragon of The Inheritance Cycle. Had to be silent since we were in college, having finished our studies along with our friends, so we were just chilling in the library area.

And then this moron sees fit to play that song.

"The power of love is a curious thing." Matthew sang quietly while I, along with our other three friends Peter, Jason and James, stared at him with either blank, deadpanned or amused expressions. "Make a one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little white dove."

"I feel like he's trying to tell you something, Mike." Jason said teasingly, making me roll my eyes and try to get back to my book. I was only a few pages in and had just gotten to the part where Eragon finds Saphira's egg. I really didn't need my friends teasing me about the lack of a girlfriend like they always do.

My name is Michael Draven. I am a twenty-year old young man living in the sunny side of Miami, Florida. And like everyone else, I have a pretty normal life. Got my parents, a couple of older sisters that can be annoying as fuck but I love them nonetheless. Family on my mother and father's side. My mother worked as a lawyer, and my father worked in construction. My sisters had graduated from college not too long ago, and my eldest sister, Stephanie, had got into an IT company since she loved computers and knew them well.

My second eldest sister, Katherine, wanted to work as a school teacher, namely the elementary department. She loved kids and I could see her being a great mother when she'd have kids of her own one day. Although, her boyfriend has yet to meet dad. And I can't say I blame my sister for holding off on that meeting. Dad had a shotgun ready for that.

As for me, well, I really didn't know what I'd be doing after college. It's kinda why I was taking studies that were really a jack of all trades. Try to find which job calls to me and all that. Believe me, it's really not easy in this day and age. People in the early 2000s and in the 90s had it easy with job hunting. Now in 2024? Don't even get me started on it.

But college is my best chance to get me into work. It was either this or University.

It was at college where I met Matthew, Peter, James and Jason, and we have been a close group ever since. We had each expressed an interest in music, so it was kinda a hobby for us to listen to music and sing it sometimes. Though I don't know if I'd work in the music department. To be honest, I don't know what the future holds for dad always said that you never know what's around the corner.

"So, which part are you at?" Peter asked curiously, leaning forwards to catch a glimpse of where I was at in my book. I had all four of The Inheritance Cycle books. My mother had gotten me the set in 2012, not long after the last book in the series was released.

I was a fan of a lot of fantasy-telling stories. Stuff like Inheritance Cycle, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, all that kind of stuff. And yes, I have watched the movie adaptations for certain ones that just... bombed badly. Ugh, I'll never recover from how poorly handled the Eragon movie was.

Like, we get it, the series is almost like Star Wars but with dragons, but that doesn't mean there needs to be a movie that is almost way too similar to it. Peter and I spent hours pointing out each similarity between Eragon and A New Hope.

"Eragon finding Saphira's egg." I answered, turning the page when I got to the end of the previous one.

James hummed while writing something down on his paper. "You guys ever wondered what it would be like to be in those worlds?" He asked.

Jason nearly snorted. "You mean stupid childhood dreams where we're in our favourites movies and whatnot? We've all had that and we entertained that fantasy as children, mate."

"I know!I know!" James rolled his eyes at him. "But to think about it again in a more serious, adult-state, fashion. Not as we would when we were young, childish-"

"We were kids, James." Peter reminded him. "Everything then was immature and childish to us until we hit like... thirteen. Then we started to think of girls going from the bringer of cooties to..." He trailed off as a pair of girls walked by, and it didn't take a genius to know he was eyeing their backsides given they were wearing skirts. "To God's greatest creation."

"Keep it down, you horn dog." Matthew chuckled at him, even as Peter threw a pencil at him which he caught. "And you wonder why you can't get a girlfriend."

Peter scoffed. "Not true. I'm so good looking I make Chris Hemsworth green with envy."

We all snorted and said. "Yeah, right."

Yeah, Peter was the more immature member of the group. If our lives were a story or a movie, then Peter would be the comic relief only with terrible jokes and a bit of a pervy attitude. I mean, he wasn't a pervert by any means, but he could at least stop staring at girls and making the comments that he did. We were all attracted to girls,but he just went overboard about it.

"But hey, it's not wrong for him to look." Jason defended Peter. "I mean, I don't want to brag but..." He leaned forward to whisper. "Ashley agreed to go out to lunch with me."

"Oh, you bastard." James smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "He says he doesn't want to brag... that's bragging, dipshit."

"Scoring the hottest pair of legs in Miami? Nice." Peter gave him a thumbs up.

"Shut up, Peter." Jason blushed.

Matthew chuckled then looked at me. "What about you, Mike? There a girl that piques your interest?"

I snorted and shook my head. "C'mon, guys, what girl would go for a guy like me? I mean... I'm nothing special."

"Oh, don't start thinking they have a certain standard." James rolled his eyes. "It's all about personality. You think Ryan Reynolds married his wife because of her blonde hair or something?"

"Could've." Peter shrugged. "God knows how many guys fantasy about an anime girls because she has big-"

"Peter!" We all snapped at him.

"What?" He blinked 'innocently'.

"Can we focus, please?" Matthew requested and got back to listening to his song while working on a sketch. Never knew how he could work as he did with music blaring in his ear, but I suppose it;s that saying of being lost in your own world. Tuning out everything in the real world.

I nudged him gently to get his attention. "What are you drawing?"

"A dragon." He answered and showed me the half-finished sketch of a ferocious-looking dragon with silver scales. "Remember that sketch you made?"

I snorted. "You mean my own poor attempt at sketching a dragon?"

"Hey, it wasn't that bad." Matthew patted my shoulder. "Well, I took the paper before you could bin it and got to work on improving it. You just need some time to get your talent right, Mike."

"I'm no artist." I shook my head and got back to my book.

"No, no, but you never know what you'll be until you find it." Matthew told me. I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering what he meant by that. He went back to work as he continued. "This bad boy is gonna hang on your wall when I'm finished. I know how much you love dragons, since you mentioned they were your favourite even as a kid. If not that, then dinosaurs."

"God, I miss Jurassic Park." James sighed.

"Buy the DVD." Jason pointed out to him. "Just don't buy the latest one. Go up to Fallen Kingdom and just... think that it ended there."

"C'mon, Dominion wasn't that bad." Peter said.

"Yes... yes it was." Jason deadpanned at him. "And now I hear there's a new one coming out with none of the cast from Jurassic World coming back. I swear, I can't look at another Jurassic World film without seeing Rexy or Blue in it."

I shook my head with a small smile as the two got into it, while Matthew and James rolled their eyes and got back to what they were doing. I decided to follow them and got back to reading my book. And was halfway through the fifth chapter when Michael slid his finished sketch over to me, and I gave it a look before nodding with an impressed look on my face.

It was like a silver-scaled version of Smaug from the Hobbit films. Silver scales, dark silver underbelly and silver eyes.


When my day at college finally came to an end, I said my goodbyes to my friends and hopped onto the bus that'll take me close to the street that I lived on. We lived in a pretty quiet, standard street. There were no issues with the neighbours,no arguing that could be heard in the middle of the night... except for a few rare times but like I said, those were rare. Nowhere was perfect, and neither was this place.

When I reached my house, I entered with an exhausted sigh while taking my bag off. After closing the door, I dropped the bag at the door frame and announced. "Mom, I'm home!"

Mom popped her head out of the kitchen and smiled at me. "Hey sweetie, how was college?"

"Same old." I sighed again and plopped myself down at the kitchen table.

Mom chuckled. "Your sisters would say the same. Had to threaten to cut their hair to stop the idea of them staying home."

I raised an eyebrow, knowing how much my sisters loved taking care of their hair. "Did it work?"

Before she could answer, my dad came in and kissed mom on the cheek. "Oh it did... after they didn't take her seriously." Dad chuckled, sitting at the table with a newspaper in hand. "I never thought Katherine could scream like that unless it was because of a spider in her room."

"I heard that!" Katherine shouted from upstairs.

"You were supposed too!" Dad called up with an amused smirk, sending a wink my way which made me chuckle.

"Girls! Dinner will be ready soon! You two better get your butts down when I call you!" Mom shouted up, getting affirmative responses from my sisters. "Those girls..."

"Ah, love them nonetheless." Dad said, thanking her when she put down a cup of coffee. Dad wasn't really a drinker, except for the special occasions like anniversary or taking mom out to dinner. He didn't drink much at the house, so there was no worry about him being an alcoholic. He did mention that he used to drink a lot when he was around my age, but mom set him straight.

If I ever drink, I'd want it to be some hard stuff.

I mentally snorted as that took my mind back. 'Like a dragon tasting Dwarven mead for the first time. Loved reading that part in the second book.'

"So, college going the same?" Dad asked curiously. I nodded while exhaling. "Ah, you'll find something. There's always something out there for someone."

"Not all the time, dad." I shook my head.

"No? I struggled. Your mother struggled. Everyone struggles." Dad said, and it was said in a tone that I knew had to catch my full attention and it worked. Dad always knew how to get our full attention on him when he talks. He was patient with us, but stern when we push him. But he did his job in teaching and preparing us for the harsh world of reality and life. I'm not ashamed to say that if I ever had kids of my own, my dad would be the inspiration for me to be a father to my kids.

"But it was different years ago." I pointed out.

Dad nodded. "It was. In those days, it wasn't hard for someone to get a job. But things change because of that. people are more careful with who they're hiring. But Michael, listen to me, I once told you when you were fifteen that you were going through a time where you'll find what kind of a man you're going to become for the rest of your life. And you took what I had to say then very well. Your mother and I raised a bright, young boy who's grown into a young man that knows how to take responsibility for what he does. Whether it's mistakes, or anything really. You may be struggling to find a job, and college may be the helpful way to it, but I know... you have a very bright future ahead of you."

I smiled, feeling touched. "Thanks dad."

He nodded then smirked. "And I know there's a very pretty girl out there somewhere, just waiting for you."

"Dad!" I groaned, making my parents chuckle.

"Your father and I often wonder when we'll get to see you bring a girl over." Oh great, now Mom was getting into it.

"I hate you both." I muttered but it was with a fondness towards them.

"But seriously, son." Dad put a hand on my shoulder. "Call it fatherly intuition, but I know you're going to be important to someone and something outside of this house. You're important to your mother and I, as well as your sisters. You just have to find it and realize that purpose and importance yourself."

I nodded, taking his words to heart.

Mom soon called Katherine and Stephanie down, and we had dinner.


That night, while I laid in bed, I continued my reading of Eragon. However, it was late and tiredness was starting to settle in, which was emphasised with a yawn that I couldn't keep contained. I really didn't want to end it there, but I knew I had to. So I grabbed a bookmark from my desk table and put it in the page I was at. It was something I always did when I ceased reading mid-way through a book, just so I don't lose the page I was on.

Some can easily remember the page number they were on by heart, so could I, but sometimes that doesn't always work.

I let out another yawn and felt my eyes start to close. Hmm... maybe I'll sleep with the book on my chest, that way it'll remain open and I can continue where I left off. That sounds good.

As my eyes started to close and sleep claimed me, I was sure that my book glowed blue, but maybe I was just seeing things...


Yeah, I was going for a simpler way for this to happen rather than a death or something else happening.

But anyway, that was the first chapter. Let me know what you think in the reviews, please.