You’re a member of the new generation of Dragon Riders… which race are you, and what color is your dragon?

My
name is Owen, I’m a human, I’m 18 years old, my skin is white, I have brown
short hair, hazel eyes, I’m muscular from medium size. My parents are Vardens, a
proud people. My father name’s Pierrick, and my mother’s Malvina. I’m one from
the numerous Vardens who fought with all our heart against Galbatorix’s army. I served my nation under the command of Major Roran
Powerful-Hammer. I’m an excellent fighter at the sword. At the ends of the war,
when I heard than the rider were back, I felt a big happiness. I was in town when I saw a big gathering. Intrigued,
I approached and tried to see what’s happened there, but too much people were
watching the unknown show. I cleared myself a passage in the crowd. In the
middle of the circle which the inhabitants had made around them were held 4
elfs. Two of them transported something in their arms. When I saw what it was,
I thought my heart would stop. They
had two dragon eggs; one yellow and one purple, they were shining like the sun
and even more than the stars. That was so incredible. A black hair elf was
smiling to me and asked me if I wanna touch one of them. I hesitated, I
approached and I finally touched the purple but nothing appends. I was very disappointed. But when I put my
hand on the yellow, it moved, I was so surprised and the egg began to make strange
sounds when it suddenly exploded. When the shock was passed, I was able to see
a wonderful little yellow dragon, here, just for me. He’s small, his yellow
scales are shining like diamonds, his teeth and his claws are white like ivory
and in his back it were some big sharp spines. He has big yellow eyes. I was so
surprised as I did not make movement, that was so unexpected. He pushed a small
squeak and turned his head in front of me and approached in my direction. People
around us don’t maked a sound. I hesitated one second and slowly approached my
hand. When I touched his head, I felt a lot of energy running into my arm to
finally affect all my body. It changed in a big pain; all around me began black
and the face of my dragon disappeared into that darkness with everything. I
lost consciousness. When I woke up, I
was lengthened in a bed. An Elf was at my side in a chair. He was the black
hair elf who proposed to me to touch the special eggs. When he saw than I was
awake, he smiled to me and he told me than his name is Sindgen. I wondered what
append and suddently felt my right hand hurting. When I looked at it, I was
surprised and search into my memory to try to find how I injured myself like
that. That was a really strange injury; a strange silvered scar into the back
of my hand. Seeing that I fixed it, Sindgen told me that it was the gedwëy
ignasia,
the Dragoner’s mark. On the bed, at my side, was the little
dragon. I jumped when I had felling a spirit came in contact with mine. His
little voice saying my name : Owen, Owen. This voice came from this
dragon. It was strangely soft, autoritarian and former in spite of its young
age. I told Sindgen than the dragon spoke to me into my head. He smiled to me,
explaining than a Dragoner and his dragon can have a communication by thought. He
told me than he will detail more along the way. My look came again to the
little dragon. I had so much questions in my head. I asked him if he was a
female or a male. She told me in by this strange way, in my head, than she was
a female. I was thinking all this time that she was a male. I don’t had a lot
of time to think about that because Sindgen told us we had to go. We left the
hotel. I took my dragon in my arms. Outside, evrybody intensively fixed us.
Along the way, I spoke to my dragon ang tried to find a name to her. I proposed
her names but she rejected all of them. I was discouraged, and then, a name
came to my mind, I proposed it to her and she accepted it at once.I was so
happy, I named her Luna. We rejoind the Elfs , they smiled to me and welcomed
me, telling me shu’tugal. I asked Sindgen wath did it mean and he
explained that this meant dragoner in
old language. He told me than we had to go, on an island far away from Alagaesia
where Luna and me will be formed. I had to say goodbye to my family. That new
punch me even if I expected it. Along the way, I tried to think about what I
could say to my parents. When I was
finally at home, my heart tight. I took my courage and knocked at the door. My
mother opened it, and screamed when she saw Luna. My sister looked at her with
bigs horrifing eyes. My father appeared with a big sword in his hands. I told
them than she was not dangerous. They hesitated, but my father tidied up his
weapon and invited us to enter. So we go inside of the home. The Elf presented
himself, my mother was in the kitchen making herb tea and we all going on the living-room,
my father, my sisters and myself sit down on a chair but Sindgen refused the
offer. When my mother arrived, she sits beside my father on a chair and gave
cups of herbs tea to evrybody. All my family was fixing Luna and she lloked at
them with curiosity. I did not know by what to begin, I took a big breath and
begined to explain wath happend. I told the story without interuption but when
I began to spoke about my depart to go far from Alagaesia, my mother and my
sisters started to cry. My father asked to Sindgen if he could accompany us to
the port. He told him yes. I go in my room and began to put clothes and other
things in my bag. Luna entered and smelt evrywhere and evrything. When I had
finished my package I go outside of my room, looking one last time to my room. I
went down the staircase. I was sad but I
knew that the formation is essential and had to be my priority. My family was
there with Sindgen, they waited for me in front of the door. We left the home,
Iwas so sad. I looked one last time to my home, I had left. We are arrived to
the port, there was a boat. The Elfs were there and wait for us. I looked at my
family. When my mother hugged me, I saw that she was crying. I told her than
evrything will be alright. After, I told goodbye to my two little sisters, they
were crying like my mother and Luna was trying to confort them by rubbing her
on them. They cherished her. I go see them, and hugged them in my arms. I told
them to take care of them and to my parents. And finally, I going see my
father. We were made an embrace and he told me to take care of me. I thanked
him and rose to the boat. Sindgen was there with me and another dragoner and
his dragon. When she saw him, Luna was verry happy. She rushed towards him. She
never saw another dragon before and when I saw her like I could only smile. Seeing
her happy like that gave me some happiness in this sadness. I told a last
goodbye to my family and they told me good luck. Having make sure than evrybody
were in the boat, Sindgen gave the signal, and the boat gone. I looked at my
family until that I do not see them any more. I felt so much sadness in me,
thinking all what I left behind. Luna came see me and I smiling looked at her.
I knew than I was not alone. This life will bee better for Luna and me, I know
it. During the next days, the Elfs learned us somethings about the dragons, the
magic and we practice to fight at sword. I leard to know my dragon and her to
know me. I spoke with her in more and more complex conversations. She has a
wonderful personality and the most bigger heart than every people in Alagaesia
combined. I can confide her my problems without any problem like she can
confide me her problems. Her only fault, like all the dragons is her vanity. She’s
the person in my heart, in my soul and on my spririt. She’s the most important
person in my life. After our first meeting, her and me, never left the other.
She understands me more better than nobody ever has understood me. Our spirits
completely merged, they’re everytime in contact. We hide nothing to the other. I
always find that funny when I scratch her behind her ears or under her chin and
she purrs. I would sacrifice me for her and I know that she would make the same
thing for me. She speaks to evrybody, learn than she can and make new things.
We have to travel during several days of boat but finally reached the island. When
I saw it I had breathlessly and the other dragoner has push a big exclamation.
The Elfs have smiles by seeing our reactions. The city is simply majestic. Buildings
are of a striking beauty. When we arrived in this incredible city, there were
two silhouettes, a saphir blue dragon and a young man who looked like an Elf. I
recognized them at once because I had fought of numerous times by their side. They
were Saphira and Eragon. They welcomed
us. They asked us that they were new masters for the formation, than they will
made us visited the city, they will responded to all our questions and than the
Elfs will transported our packages to our new house. Having seen their exploit
on a battlefield, I knew that Luna and me were between good hands with our new
masters. A beautiful relationship of trust quickly settled down. They showed us
the city, the training ground, the library and all other wonders of this place.
They assigned us our house. It was spacious and made on the length. My bed is
next to the couchette of Luna. There’s a bathroom, on office and a door where a
big dragon can easily pass. Luna is so happy. She walks everywhere in the room
to lie down on my bed. A little time
after, Sindgen came to look for us, Luna and me. I wondered wath happens. When
I questionned him why, he asked me than our masters wanna see us. Why they
wanna see Luna and me? We arrived at the Eragon’s office. The Elf left us
alone. I banged in the door and it opened. Eragon was there with Saphira and
the eldunari. We entered and I wondered
wath we maked here. They all welcomed us. We returned the politenesses by
curtseying. I waited that our masters tell us the reason of our presence. Eragon
has broken the silence, saying than if we were there, it’s because he had to
give me my sword. When he said that to us, Luna and me were so happy. Eragon
took a yellow sheath and gave it to me. It was so magnificent. There was an
incrust diamond of the same color than the big
yellow diamonds of Farthen dûr. A flash of lighting is graved on the
shealth. I have to unsheathe the sword and my breath stop. I felt the same
feeling of delight at Luna. This yellow sword is wonderful, it shine more than
the sun or of one million of diamonds. In the knob, there’s a big diamond like
the one on the shealth but more bigger, a flash of lighting is graved on it. There’s
a written word on the shealth of the sword. Seeing than I tried to spell out,
Eragon told me than it was the name of my sword, kveykva. In old language, it
significate flash of lighting. I was in
shock, unabble to speak, further to this wonderful present which they had
offered me. Luna touched the sword with her nose. I managed to articulate a
thanking and ask what we could make to thank them. Eragon has smiles and
Saphira answered amused, we had to hardly study and to pay it attention to this
present. After a last reverence and thanking, we go outside of the office, I
was smiling and I felt a big hapiness from Luna. We looked each others and I
caress her head. She maked a purring. I trained to fighting by making moves
that I knew and others than Elfs learnt me.
Sindgen came to look for me, I showed him the sword, he told me that it
was wonderful and to take care of it. I put back the sword in its sheath, and
collided the sheath on my belt. He put back to us to our house. During the next
weeks, the classes and the trainings followed another. Luna grew up more and
more. When Luna learnt to fly, I was happy for her. She was so majestic, graceful, and elegant.

It and come me even very proud, I shines have say that I have test a great pride, it my will touch the arm with its muzzle, I alluvium to cherish, it has emitted a humming. My that year it has ether large enough for me transported, we were told that one would fly together. I panicked, me which suffers from giddiness, only say to think its returned to me sick. Luna my say that would be itself well. I refused to fly, Eragon and Saphira are fact reassure one is proposed to come with us I accepted with their assistance and supports. One went slowly, the first time I closed the eyes, is when Luna his throw in the vacuum, I shouted so extremely that when the flight finished I had more voices. Quietly its its to improve, one remained more in longer in flight, going more and more quickly. Now I adore to fly with my wrist-strap his my more beautiful moment. His my taken time for controlling the magic at the beginning well I was my steps cabals to make steal small stones I was to frustrate, my Masters my say not to worry to me am well to involve itself, am studied extremely, I took their advice, I read manuscript, learned the old language, am much of other thing, am now I became a frightening adversary, is more nobody can penetrate my spirit, my Masters came to congratulate us on my great improvement. I am much to improve has the sword has force of me involve with my Eragon Master is the elves. I have Luna as there is much improvement, at the end of as it as weeks, it to pass from a small wrist-strap has a powerful wrist-strap. With the trainings with Saphira Master, his body became can is muscular, it exceeds of a head the largest horses, its hook is SEN scratches its as long east slice as a butcher’s knife, it and now become wild warlike. It is much more endure in flies, is resistant physically. It can transport several passenger, to carry of large stones, to make numbers of very complex stunt-flying. I remember when it to spit its first flame of a yellow burst, I were proud of it. At the beginning it lasted on average a minute, its can improve much. It spit about it more and more a long time. Now it has can spit of the flames several minutes of continuation without stopping. She learns from the operations in flight with our Saphira Master, is multitudes of other things, like the history of the dragons for example. She learned much from it, east goes learns some much from other, our Masters one all congratulated. Queen Arya us one seen, us with involves. She came to see us with her Finrnen dragon to congratulate us on our large progress, they are very nice. One studies very strong Luna is me, to become one of the best duets dragon is dragoner of the history, is to make reign justice. Our Eragon Master learned that there are big problems in Alagaesia is that one needs our assistance, Luna is me leave with our Masters, for save Alagaesia. I am proud to be a dragoner.

Mr Paolini that would be really nice to see extraordinary if you were to me the dragoner and its wrist-strap with their history which I have create of in your next book, you could put them with characters that of another person one invented for the next generation of dragoner. To think knows if, you would be recognized like one or if not the author nearest to his reader on planet, is people would be charms, you could mark it at the end of your book. Monsieur Paolini read my proposal please thank you very much. Afflicted for the length of text, is the spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue thank you

I am Zack. My Dragon’s name is Varoc. My dragon is male and gray scales. I am 15 and I have longer black hair and electric blue eyes I am a human but my appearance was altered by the Eldunari. I live in Teirm with my two twin brothers Kanor and Ralnor. Se onr sverdar sitja hvass

My name is Neok Skint. a dwarf from an ancient yet highly unknown family. In the family we have had some of the best miners of all the dwarves. We support the varden and I was one of the dwarves to fight along side Eragon when he first came to the Varden. Upon hearing of his leaving to go build up the riders away from Alagasia I decided to go and see if an egg would hatch for me. I am tall, for a dwarf at about 4 feet in height with long bushy black and brown hair with my beard being braided the same color featuring specles of grey and white which has came from my years of wisdom.
My dragon hatched from a dark hazelnut egg and upon hatching I learned that my male dragon was a dark chestnut with a few splotches of black in there. His name is Shaleorn.
I prefer to weild my axe that is known as Gromlock, but when needed I can use my sword.
Me and my dragon love to go flying and exploring mysterious caverns around the island as I enjoy still mining which I do to help mine stone and metal for the new riders weapons.

My name is ridire dorcha and im the son of a man i have never met . i know nothing of my past and help people in any way i can, but cant seem to stay out of trouble, which is ho w i was met and noticed by Eragonshadeslayer. fola, my deep purple, on occation the color of the blood running through my vains, dragon offsets my hyperactivity and my trouble making side. My prefered weapon is a double bladed naginata. lately i have been waking up from visions a dark man on a black dragon. what can these visions mean? just who am I? How do i cut down my foes with sickening ease? And what is this dark side fola shows while in combat? These thoughts keep me up at night to the point of insanity. Just how much will my heritage haunt me?

My name is Idalia. I am a 22 year-old human with shoulder-length golden-brown hair and midnight-blue eyes. My parents both died of an incurable disease when I was only 10, and I was raised by my grandmother. My village had been attacked by a group of Glabatorixes soldiers that had somehow escaped after the war. My grandmother did not survive and I was one of the few survivors, and was taken to New Vroengard. After a few months exploring, I was brought before a dragon egg to be tested. It hatched for me into a beautiful female dragon. The scales on her back start out a deep purple-blue, like the sky at twilight, and turns to a deep, pure blue the closer to her claws and face. Her claws are a pure black while her teeth and spikes on her back are as white as freshly fallen snow. Her wings start the same color as her body before lightening to an ice blue near the bottom edges. Her name is Lazuli, as the color of some of her scales is close to that of the gem Lapis Lazuli.

I am Korgoth Hanun-son, i am a human of a nomadic clan of warriors called the Wanderers, at an age of twenty amd three, My Dragon Kezereth is Bronze and Silver, his fire is silver and red, we have finished our schooling with eragon, he has entrusted us with 3 old Eldunari, a large grey one named Xerketh, a small black one named Shiaken, and the largest and by far the oldest of the 3, of a pure white color, we belive this to be the first eragons dragons eldurnari, it has yet to open its mind to me. After myself and Kezereth had finished or time at the school, we traveled the world, be-friending other riders. We even came acros Murtagh and Thorn, we traveled with them for a time,till he left in the night with out a word of notice. as of now we are now traveling back to the school to aid eragon in his teaching new students.

I’m Hanussen, I’m human, born in Ilirea. My grey dragon, Tharion, lives now in his eldunarí. We are wanderers in this vast world, and friends to Eragon Shadeslayer.

I am Theodred, a jarl from the west. I am Jarl of a raider ship come down from the north. Our first night in the lands south of the father land found my company riding down a main road when we crossed paths with elves. The elves of our home land had left we were overjoyed at the sight of allies. However there were so few it was a company of only three The lead rider was kept his hand on a pouch at his side. We agreed to travel with them to their capital. During the night we awoke to a ruckus. From within the elves tent what i new from legends of old to be a dragon hatching. I found my self drawn to it and when i reached touch the creature we bonded. I named him Ancalagon after a fearsome dragon of legend from my home land. We are being taken to see the head of the order of their dragon riders by the elves.

my name is Estheral i am the dragon bonded to Terios of the vast mind. An elf he lived alone for more than a century. We are both…diferent my form has been morfed from exposure to many magiks before hacthing, and he is considered a wizard one who spend their life enchanting items storing power collecting relics and gathering knowledge. When he goes to the hall of the riders he will stay where his wisdom is most needed, and i will bask in the pride of his briliance and in of my own power.

i am Sungandi. I am an elf i was raised in du weldenvarden by an elf who i call my mother, Mia my skin is like moonlight as is my hair. My eyes are the color of sliver. i fought in the battle of Urubaen and i was wounded by an arrow that peirced my chest. I was 17 years then i am twenty now. When i turned 18 i was walking through elesmera with my friend vanir who had just returned from Ilraie with a message for the queen. We walked right in front of the new dragon eggs that eragon had sent and there was three. I decided i would touch each of them to see if one of them would hatch i tried the first one a bright red egg and it didnt hatch the next one a light blue was no different so i tried the last egg it was easily three foot tall and two and a half wide it was black as night. I touched it and immediatley it started shaking as it hatched i touched it and felt it felt as if ice cold water had gone all over my body and i looked i had the gedwey ingnaisha on my hand i knew then the dragon would be my partner for life. i met queen arya a few minutes later and she was surprised that the egg hatched at all we debated on a name for the dragon but most of the names that we picked of legend were for a smaller dragon and most of them were female so we picked a name that held gravity for being the largest dragon present at the battle of vroengard. We named my dragon Belgabad and all of a sudden his eyes turned from red to Black and we knew we made the right choice so we trained with arya and fiernen for six months and by the first month belgabad was already larger than fiernen as we finished our training with arya i noticed i was already stronger in magic than she was but i was equal with her in archery and i was not as good at the sword belgabads training was done at the third month he was learning so fast. He was big enough to make the journey to New Vroengard. He is a very calm and caring dragon but i am very fired up. i guess we balance each other out but anyways we arrived at vroengard looking like giants even eragon was impresed with how large he was and how far along i was in the ways of magic he said i was already a rider in full we are now ebrithil and i have one pupil by the name of star she is beautiful for a human and she has midnight hair and light skin her dragon is ruby because of her ruby colored scales she is almost done training with me i hope she blossoms into a great rider

My name is Virwen Fabulae. I am a human. I am not so special. I have got a mother and father and two sisters. I am the youngest of us. I have got short brown hair and big light blue eyes. I am not tall. I am petite and slim.
I was seventeen when my dragon Glerull was born. He is amazing. He has got dark red scales, but scales on the belly is white. He occasionally doesn’t perceive, But he is clever and inteligent. He is very good in flying, but he doesn’t like spewing fire. I don’t know why – he doesn’t tell me. And he loves water. When he can, he is near the sea or lake or river and he swim.
He is also so nice. But he is trying to hide it, but know the truth.
He likes sitting in the middle of the night and talking. Or just sitting. I thing it’s because at night there is so many different sounds.
I am good in archery, but I can handle fencing.
And that’s it. That is something about us. We are not special, but we are perfect for each other 🙂

My name is Skyson, son of Venrior and Sealin, nobles among the elves. I fought with the elves during the war. My Partner-of-mind-and-soul is Celecon, a silver dragon of great size. I have short brown hair and stand at about 6 feet tall. I’m fair skinned and am a master swordsman. My partner loves to move about and hates to stay in one place for longer than a few hours. Together we help keep the peace in Alagaesia along with our fellow dragons and riders

My name in this language is Cassandra Jierital.


I was told that my father, Vaerial, was killed in Du Fyrn Skulblaka by the dragons before I was born. After he was killed, my mother, Navae, took her own life out of grief soon after giving birth to me and I… I remained to be raised by my mother’s brother, Laetri in Du Weldenvarden, away from Ellesméra. Laetri, my uncle, did not participate in the war and was a scholar of the arcane and a collector of artifacts. He did not seem to care for my father’s death or what his sacrifice stood for and this… bitterness and anger for him grew.



When I was 32, I heard of the abomination that was Eragon and his beast Bid’Daum. Thousands of deaths for nothing. My uncle disagreed. Thousands of deaths for peace. I said he was pathetic, weak. I left but the anger still grew.



My uncle never considered himself a warrior, but long after I left… after peace with the dragons… He became Laetri Shadeslayer but it wasn’t until after his death at the hands of Galbatorix… after the Rider war… that I knew the circumstances of his title. He was my uncle, my only family. I owed him the chance to tell me the truth. Yet I never let him…

In my mind he was always the same, meek and pathetic, until I learned when I came upon the ruins of his home that he killed a shade to protect the egg of a dragon.



Amongst the ruins of his prized collections I found the historic documents of the Battle of Broken Egg and Scattered Nest, detailing my father’s greatest and most terrible achievement… as well as his decision to pay for his crimes with his life. In a box under the rubble I found a bronze dragon egg along with a letter addressed to Arya Dröttning that not all hope is lost and that we still may be saved from Galbatorix becuase of this egg. The letter was dated at least 3 years ago.



If I had been there I would have been able to… do something… I let my last family die. If I had been there maybe this letter would have reached Arya Dröttning and thousands of lives.. like those of my family… would not have died for nought. I am unworthy of forgiveness, My uncle, Laetri-Vodhr, Shadeslayer, sacrificed himself to protect this egg and I… Now so must I. I must take the egg to the Shur’tugal.



Filled with this… this… new purpose… I vowed to right the wrongs my father brought upon the dragons and to beg forgiveness from the rider Eragon Bromsson Shadeslayer and the rider Arya Dröttning for all that I have done so I may redeem my name and cleans the anger and bitterness that stains it.

I looked at the egg and felt something stir. Judgment of the purest form awaited me.

It beckoned me closer and as I touched it…
it recognized me…
it marked me…
he marked me…
as worthy…
as Shur’tugal.

I’m a human named Beryl with a relatively normal past. I grew up without much excitement. My brothers have always wanted to be accomplished warriors and left to join Queen Nasuada’s army. I, on the other hand, sought a more laid back life of watching birds.
That changed when my dragon hatched for me.
His name is Kazimir and he has ebony scales and red eyes. We seem to be exact opposites; I’m rather shy and timid, but Kazimir is more aggresive and rash. I suppose we help each other out, though. Kazimir helps me do things that I would normally deem unsafe, and I keep him from doing things that would almost definitely get us killed. All in all, I think we make an exellent team. My training with Eragon is a little hard, but at the end of the day, Kazimir always gives me the strength to go on.

im an elf/human bastard with a rather dark past, my elf mother murdered my father and then turned the knife on me, but she took pity and instead slew herself…my name is Krowen and i was chosen by Reaper to be his Rider…why he chose me i still dont know….my weapon of choice is a sword shaped very much like an ancient Greek kopis and a round shield that spans from chin to knee. I enjoy playing music and meditating…it helps the pain……

My name is Isylia. I am from the elven race and I am a decendant of Eragon I. My hair is dark brown and I have hazel – green eyes. Some months ago, while I was travelling to Kirtan from Ellesmer, I met a stranger who later revealed that was Murtagh Morzansson. He told me he had a dragon egg that needed my care. He gave me a silver egg and disappeared without any other explanation. The egg hatched while I was in Kirtan and a silver dragon came out, whom I named Fanfir.
As soon as I returned in Ellesmera, I requested an audience with Arya Drottning. When I met her, I explained how I acquired Fanfir`s egg and she immediately contacted Eragon Shadeslayer and Shaphira Bjartskular, who invited us in “New Vroengard” to start our training. We gladly accepted the invitation and left first thing in the morning.
In Illirea we met a young dragon rider who was send by Eragon and Saphiria to lead us to “New Vroengard”. Once we arrived Firnen was delighted to be among other dragons as the only ones he ever met was Firnen and the one that led us in “New Vroengard” whose name was Gildra. Now we are waiting to be informed about when we officially starn our training.
P.S Please excuse any mistakes I made as my mother language is not english!

My name is Rokushon (Row-Koo-Shon). I am a male human that was born in the city of Carvahall. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I was one of the several villagers that left the village with Roran Stronghammer so we could join the Varden. I was seventeen years old when that happened. While on the road to Narda, both of my parents became ill and died later on, a few days before we reached the city. After giving my parents a proper burial, I reluctantly boarded the Edeline to travel to Teirm with the rest of the villagers.
When we arrived in Teirm, I was jubilant to finally feel solid ground under my feet. In the days that followed, I helped my sister, who is three years older than I, to survive on the beach. When Nolfavrell arrived from Teirm and told us that it was almost time to leave on the ship called “The Dragon Wing” I was excited to finally be able to leave Teirm, considering the Empire could discover us at any moment. But I also knew I was going to miss being on solid ground.
When we left on The Dragon Wing, I watched as the Teirm docks were set ablaze. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and hoped that the innocent people living in the city wouldn’t be harmed.
Life on The Dragon Wing was certainly better than life on the Edeline, even if it was still a bit cramped with all of the villagers on board. I stayed on the bottom deck with my sister and a small group of friends -hers and mine- where we spoke about what we thought was going to happen in the nearby future and what had already happened.
Once we reached the Burning Planes, I didn’t know if I was glad to be able to finally set foot on solid ground again, or sad that we arrived in the middle of a battle. I was one of the few villagers that manned the ballistae then. I remember that my sister told me to not be afraid, that the ballistae couldn’t hurt me. So I did as I was told and tried not to think about how many people I might be killing.
After the battle, Nasuada offered us a place in the Varden. I accepted proudly, as did many of my friends. The villagers that didn’t want to join the Varden had already decided to stay in Dauth.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I trained with a sword and a bow given to me by the Varden’s weapon master, Fredric. My sword had a hand-and-a-half long blade and was made by the Dwarves. My shield was small, circular, and wooden. My bow was made from an oak tree and crafted by the Varden’s finest smiths.
When the Elves sent by Islanzadi to protect Eragon Shadeslayer arrived, my sister, our friends, and I gathered among the crowd to see them. The moment I noticed that the lead elf, Blodhgharm, had fur that he created with magic, I knew that I had always underestimated the elves’ power.
When the soldiers that can’t be harmed interrupted Roran and Katrina’a wedding, several of my friends and myself wanted to go out into battle to face them. I wanted to test my abilities in actual combat. Surely enough, I was one of the swordsmen chosen to fight. When King Orrin discovered the only was to surely kill them, we were all relieved that they could even die. In that battle I acquired a foot-and-a-half-long scar on my left leg.
In the Battle of Feinster, I watched as Eragon Shadeslayer and his dragon, Saphira, arrived and I, along with several other members of the Varden, banged my sword against my shield and taunted the enemy soldiers. Later on in the battle, I was right beside Eragon when he cut open the portcullis with his new sword, Brisingr. When we heard Saphira keening in the tower, we all feared for the worst, but were relieved when we discovered that no tragedy had befallen Eragon, the elf Arya, or Saphira.
In Belatona I watched as the wall fell on Roran. My friends from Carvahall and I were enraged by what we though was his death. When we discovered that he had barely managed to survive, relief washed over us as if we had jumped into a pool of water after travelling across the Hadarac Desert. I remember looking one of the soldiers in his eyes in that battle. He begged me not to kill him after I disarmed him, but I knew it would be too dangerous. After whispering “I’m sorry.” to the soldier, I ran my sword through his heart.
During the Battle of Dras-Leona, my sister was giving birth to a child whom she named Gabriel, after our father. While we were fighting, I had to force myself to take my mind off of her pregnancy. Once, when I failed to take my mind off of it, a soldier had the tip of his sword against my neck. I only survived because one of my friends from Carvahall slit his throat from behind. I remember watching Saphira and Thorn fighting over a tower in Dras-Leona and burying him and his Rider, Murtagh, in it’s remains. They dug their way out of the wreckage though.
When we arrived at the gates of Uru’baen, my friends and I knew that it was time for either Galbatorix to die, or for the Varden to perish. When Queen Islanzadi died by Barst’s hands, all of the elves let out a horrible cry. At the sound of them weeping, my friends and I began to cry as well. Then Galbatorix died, and there was a huge explosion. Everybody was worried that the city was going to be destroyed by the walls, concerned they were going to fall on us, but they stood strong. When Roran killed Barst, everyone was astonished. We knew it was the turning point of the battle. We knew the Empire had lost the war.
A year later, I was visiting the Elven city Ellesmera with my sister and Gabriel. It was a lucky time for us to be there because they were allowing the Elves to line up and touch the dragon eggs. I decided I would give it a shot even though I’m not an elf. When I touched the fourth egg, which was forest green and had white veins, it began to shake. Arya Drotting looked at the dragon egg then looked at me and told me wait a few moments, so I did. After about an hour with my hand on the egg, it hatched.
I felt a sharp pain on my right palm, then looked at it and saw the Gedwey Ignasia. I looked up and when I saw the baby dragon, I smiled. My sister was almost as excited as I was that I -of all people- was a Dragon Rider. The dragon had forest green scales and bone white spikes. On it’s back, running beside the scales were brown scales.
After about a month, my dragon and I were having full conversations. It was then that I decided to name him. We went over dozens of names for him, but none seemed to fit. After about fifteen minutes, we came up with Groshul (Grah-Shul).
My sister and Gabriel left for Carvahall a week and a half after Groshul hatched for me, so I sent word to them through a mirror about Groshul’s name. Throughout the next few months, Groshul and I stayed in the house Vrael and Eragon had both stayed in during their visits to Ellesmera. We had to visit Arya Drotting every day for training. Arya would teach me about combat, magic, etc. Firnen, Arya’s dragon, would teach Groshul about the proper techniques of flying, combat with me on his back and without me on his back, and more.
After about half a year, Arya sent us to “New Vroengard” on an Elven ship. It was difficult for us to leave after staying for so long. Groshul and I didn’t like leaving what we had liked to call our home. It was even more difficult for me, because, even though she was my master, I felt strangely attracted to her. So did most of the mortal men that met her.
When we arrived at “New Vroengard”, Groshul and I were greeted by Eragon and Saphira. We were training under them for a number of months. Every now and then, a new rider would arrive, and we would greet them and help Eragon and Saphira to train them. Sometimes, my sister and Gabriel would have a spell caster contact us for them or I would contact them. We often discussed Groshul’s training and my own training. We would also discuss their life in Carvahall, which was going along fine. One day, she told me about someone who attempted to threaten her and how she told him about me being a Dragon Rider. We all laughed like fools when she told me his reaction.
I currently have two apprentices: Ikartril (Ick-Cartril) and Embarint. Ikartril is an elven female with long black hair and silver eyes. She is extremely talented in magic and archery, sometimes we will even have competitions to see who is better in those subjects I have always won. Her dragon’s name is Rakilnitri (Rack-Ill-Nitch-Ree). He is a marble-white color and has a personality much like Ikartril’s. Embarint is a male human with shoulder length brown hair and tree-brown eyes. He is skilled in swordsmanship and archery. He and Ikartril like to have competitions as well. His dragon’s name is Arulti (Ar-Ull-Tee). She is the color of a purple streak in the sky when the sun is setting. She and Rakilnitri enjoy exploring the island with Ikartril and Embarint.

I’m human and my name is Aliandry. I’m the youngest in a family of poor farmers. A day, me and my father went to Teirm to trade our excess for money and supplies and there we find a crowd in the center of the town. One of the four eggs that Eragon sent to Alagaesia was there. The tales of dragons was just too amazing for a ordinary farmer like me. Me and my father had to fight our way through the crowd to reach the port of the city and accidentally we were reached a side of the retinue of the egg. The knignts of Ilirea were surrounding a lonely knight in the center that was carrying a grey egg. I remembered that Eragon was a poor farmer too and even then Saphira chose him. In a fit of courage I extended my arm to the egg like the rest of the people and touched the egg. It shaked so hard that fell from the arms of the knight.

And that’s how I met Silver. His scales are so shining that they reflect the light of the sun, like the steel of a blade, and we use that for the air combat trainings. I´m not really good in combat but I´m quickly improving in magic. I think if you know the names of essencial things of the objects you can control them better so I can beat a lot of the others students, even Eragon was interested in the way I use the names.

Silver is a very serious dragon, sometimes drives me nuts! but that it’s because he cares a lot about me. It really makes me smile when I scratch him behind the jaw and he stubbornly resist until he give up and start to purring like a kitten.

PD: The english isn’t my lenguage so… sorry about the mistakes xD

my
name is Luke I am a human, I’m 18, my father is a Varden which is
called Patrick, I have brown hair, Noiset eyes, I am a standard size. I am many Varden who compatut against Galbatorix’s army, I am a great sword fighter. The
war ended a year old I learned that I was returning riders experience a
great joy. I said to my father that I aillait even the dragon eggs.
They mas not hesitate to say is to be careful .
I was going to go for it or its eggs dragons took me several weeks a
horse when I get there I’m starting to touch the eggs is all of a sudden
I have my hand a toujer a color egg poupre they came out a beautiful color dragone poupre. his
name is Luna has a wonderful personality she has a bigger than the
Alagaesia whole heart, it helps anyone brave who is worthy, is I can
confide a problem with it as it can be same, only the default as all dragons is vanity. It is the being of my heart is my soul, the most important person in my life. It’s me it was never leave. For the first time in my life that she understood me. Our mind has completely merge. Luna I have meet our masters Eragons is Saphira, they quickly instaler its a beautiful trust relationship is friendship. Queen Arya came to me for my felicity prowess wield the sword, she is very nice. I am proud to be a rider.

I’m Gavhedry, the first female dwarf dragon rider existing. Im from Farthen Dur. It was shocking for my people to accept a dragon on the mountains, when in the past our people hid of them in the deep of our tunnels in the mountains. It was no easy to calm all the members of the clans that opposed us, but Eragon and Grimstnzborith Orik plained that the best for our cause was that the dragon stayed for a while in Farten Dur. Korath is my dragon, her scales are of a really deep green, like the nephrite. She’s so friendly and outgoing that all the knurlan couldn’t not love her. She didn’t grew a lot, so she can pass through our tunnels and meet all the knurlan she could met for gain the friendship of all. On the first years all the knurlan of the Beor traveled to Farthen Dur to meet her. When she grew enough to carry me and fly, it was the more scary experience of my life but she helped me a lot, and she shared with me her thoughs of the joy she feel when she flies. Wasn´t so hard, all knurlan lost of a great experience. We flew sometimes inside Farten Dur, because Eragon warned us (through the mirror of the Grimstnzborith Orik) not fly too high or we could get unconscious. But that’s no problem for Korath, she can fly through the hole at the top of Farthen Dur without any problem. When all my people accepted her and even loved her, we left to join Eragon, and now we help him to teach the new knurla students to overcome they fear to fly.

I am an elf named tibarn from osilon, i was orphaned in the battle of Urûbaen. A dark green dragon named Kurth hatched for me when i was 17. Before i became a dragon rider i could not use magic, but i was one of the best swordsmen in the elven kingdom.

I would be a human girl named Summer from Teirm. My father was a fisherman who worked on the docks when ever he could get work. My mother comes from a wealthy merchant family but when she fell in love with my father and got pregnant with me her family disinherited her and she died giving birth. So i was raised by my father on the docks of Teirm. Then during the winter of my 12th year my father died while seal hunting up north. Afterwards I worked on the docks repairing nets and selling fish/shellfish to townsfolk. Then the following spring the Dragonriders came looking for new riders. One egg was sky blue and the dragon inside hatched for me.Her scales are a beautiful sky blue named her Maire after my mother. My hair is brown like my fathers but baby fine and wavy like my mothers. My eyes are also brown like my fathers. I have high cheek bones like my mothers and am tall for my age and slender. My arms and legs are strong from working on the docks. My hands quick and skilled with a knife, spear and needle. The Riders took me to Ilirea where my dragon and I have started our training we hope to one day travel east where most the dragons and riders live.

My name would be Nia, and I am a female elf, born to elven parents, raised in Ceris. At the age of four I was given a bow, which I took up naturally. It was soon realized that I had a natural talent in archery, and my father honed my skills until I was one of the best. My mother was proficient in singing objects into shape, through her I also gained that ability. When I was 14 years old, Queen Arya brought 10 dragon eggs in her care to my town, where children of my age filed past the eggs to see if we would be chosen. I laid my hands on each egg, feeling nothing until I reached the seventh egg, a deep forest green colour, I touched it, and it hatched! The dragon flopped out and brushed her snout against my palm, which burned with a white light to form the gedwey ignasia. She was the exact shade of a dense forest glade (I imagine a shade or two darker then Firnen) and I named her Iridourn. We trained at Ellesmera for three years, before journeying across the ocean to meet Eragon, Saphira, the ancient Eldunari and other new Riders. After I learned the arts of sword play and the finer points of magic, I became one of the top archery instructors for the new Riders. Through my skills with singing objects into shape, I was nicknamed istalri niernen or Fire Orchid, for a deep red orchid I produced where the petals would continually smolder on the edges with licks of green fire. Iridourn had a natural attraction to Firnen, and after much consultation with the ancient Eldunari, it was discovered that they were distinctly related.

I would be a female Elf named Ariza (AH-re-ZAh). I was raised in Osilon by my parents and traveled to Ilia Feon at 16 to find a mentor. At the age of 19 my mentor took me to Ellesmera where I was able to touch a dragon egg. The egg was beautiful violet and hatched a few minutes after I touched it. The dragon, who I named Mesmir, was a mix between violet, purple, and blue. We soon became best friends and grew even closer as the years went by. In our life time, we were trained by Eragon and the Eldunari, found our respective mates, and made a name for our selves in combat and healing.

I would be a human male named Iohan Knightblade. I was raised in Gil’ead in arelatively normal family. I always had a aptitude for swordplay, and I loved watching traveling magicians preform feats. At age 17 I went to the capital with my father at the same time as the dragon eggs were being brought. Always intrigued by the dragon riders, I did my best to be one of the lucky one’s who got to touch the dragon eggs. I wad shocked when a pure crimson egg was placed in front of me, and hatched as I touched it! The dragon, who I called Infernus, was bright crimson, and soon became my best friend. We would go on to be trained by Eragon and the Eldunari, and later become a well known rider. A skilled swordsman and chilvarous man, I would soon earn my surname :Knightblade”.

I would be one of the first Urgal riders. My name would be Lurs, hailing from a village deep within the spine. I would be the nephew of Nar Gharzvhog, being a kill just like him. I would be about 20 years old with large, but unkempt horns. The day that I touched the egg of my dragon and received my gedwey ignasia was the most wondrous moment of my life. My goal as a dragon rider is to be the best there ever was. I am not very good at magic, however I am improving. Where I lack in magic, I more than make up for in combat. Even the strongest elves have no hope against my physical attacks. No one requests to fight me during training anymore, so master Eragon fights me himself so that I might have an equal.

I am Kalglodril, an elf of Ellesmera.. I lost my parents as a child when they took to the forest and left, only caring for their own carefree life in Du Weldenvarden. I visited the great hall when I reached the age of 33 and first laid eyes upon the iridescent egg. It’s stony shell shimmering in the darkness of the room. K walked up to it with a sense of belonging, and behold! When I laid my blacksmith hands upon the surface, it began to rock, and soon, an iridescent dragon hatched for me. It’s name became Draulir, the dream shield. Soon I left my forge and took the boat to Eragon’s Rider School. I occasionally visit Ellesmera to gain experience of smithying, learning from Rhunon, whom Eragon introduced me to. I also continue my quest to find brightsteel for the creation of the new riders’ weapons, all the while, continuing my extensive education under Orik, the master of the grey dragon and Angela, who helps me gain understanding of the different races of Alagaesia. I am happy, I couldn’t not be happy with Draulir by my side, learning with me and according my incompetence. I love her, and her me.