[searing light dragon]

These chapters are two-fold. One is from the rider's point of view and the other is from the dragon's point of view unless otherwise stated.

Chapter 1.1

Where am I? Who am I?

I slowly open my eyes and sit up. I’m in some kind of forest. As I look around, I see enormous trees at least sixteen feet high! I reach up and steady myself by using a nearby tree as a stand to get to my feet. In the distance I see at least a couple dozen deer.

Good meat, I think as I lick my lips.

Suddenly the air crackles with energy as some kind of stone appears close to where I am on the forest floor. I walk over, seeing as the grass was burned to a crisp, using the trees nearby to steady myself. It is a large sapphire blue stone. As I look at it in curiosity, I realize that it couldn’t be just a stone, it was far too big. My gaze turns to see another person, a boy by about the age of fifteen. I eagerly step aside as he looks at the stone.

This must be meant for him, I think to myself.

Finally, he picks the stone up and puts it in a bag. As he walks off, I follow him, curious to see where he is going. He leads me to a small town and I follow him until he enters a butcher shop. There I stop. Something doesn’t feel right. Within a few minutes, two more people enter. Finally, the boy comes out clutching a large piece of meat. He puts the meat in the pack and moves the stone to the top of the bag. After that, he starts to walk again and I follow. Finally, we arrive at a little house. Before he enters the house, he turns to see me standing there. I must have shocked him, for he jumps back at the sight of me.

“Sorry if I scared you,” I say.

He walks over to a wood pile and picks up a small log and points it at me.
“Why did you follow me?” He growls.

“I was curious to see what you would do with the egg . . . uh I mean stone you found,” I reply.

“I see,” He replies.

With that he lowers the log back onto the pile.

“Forgive me for that. My name is Eragon.”

“What would your name be?” Eragon asks.

“I don’t remember,” I say sadly as I lower my head.

Eragon seems surprised by my reply.

“I remember nothing of whom I was or where I came from. Only that I arrived here and met up with you,” I continue.

“I see . . . Well you could always stay with me if you don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Eragon says as we walk inside.

We eat the meat that Eragon got from the butcher for supper and I am introduced to Roran, Eragon’s cousin, and Garrow, Eragon’s uncle. Later that night Eragon and Roran spar. As I watch them, I feel like this is all familiar to me somehow, but why?

Finally Roran gets tired and asks if I want to join in on the fun, throwing me his stick. I catch the stick with one hand and get up off the floor and walk over to where Eragon is. Eragon and I exchange blows of random difficulty. Finally I find a weak spot in his defense and go after it. He tries to block it but instead his stick goes flying into the air and out of his hands. I watch him as he searches for it.

Without any warning Eragon’s stick, the one that had been laying on the floor just a few seconds ago, flies into my hand. I step back, scared slightly, as I look at the stick laying in my hand. Finally Eragon walks back to the center of the room and I toss him the stick.

“Thanks,” He says and we start to spar again.

We spar twice more and again I win. As night falls, we all tuck into bed, tired.

This post has been edited by searing light dragon: 06 November 2009 - 09:46 PM

[The Critic]

I'll hazard a guess at Brom, if it's not someone entirely not in the cycle. Despite the fact that I won't be understanding this book until you provide some more clarification, you're writing's good; good spelling, punctuation, etc. The fact that you've written another book on IF really shows through. Did you finish your other book?

The Critic

This post has been edited by The Critic: 06 November 2009 - 10:06 PM

[searing light dragon]

It is actually two of my own characters. I have not finished Time Connections however.

Would you care to take a look at it?

[Timbowolf]

Good, but confusing. I really don't see where you're going with this, but there haven't been many rewrites of Eragon so this could be good. But you need to make things a little clearer. Who the heck is this narrator? Everything seems to just be coming out of nowhere.

[searing light dragon]

We will discover who this human is that narrated the first part of chapter 1 through his dragon first before he explains it to us. Glad to see another reader through so welcome.

[searing light dragon]

Chapter 1.2

I raise my triangular shaped head and allow the light breeze to brush against my white wings, my scales shimmering like thousands of small diamonds.

This place is very much different from Earth, I think.

I extend my white wings and fly to the closest peak that I can find, which happens to be a nearby tree. Once there I land on a branch that will support my weight and then I raise my head to the point that I’m looking at the sunrise directly. My yellow eyes shimmering with the spark of life, I watch the sun rise into the sky.

I wonder if my Master is safe, I think as I remember how it happened.

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Master I’m coming, I scream as I dive toward him.

No, Finca stop! He shouts, sending a light ball crashing into the Great Leviathan.

Foolish human, the Leviathan snarled. You will pay for that! ‘By night and flame and shining rock, open thou thy hidden lock, send thy spirit into thee, to erase his memory.’

A huge portal opened up dragging him into it. I dove toward it blasting it with shadows but it did no good. The last I saw was the Leviathan roaring in pleasure.

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Suddenly a nearby dead branch cracks behind me. I turn around snarling and prepared to fight into a human’s face. I draw back as I realize that this male means me no harm by the energy I sense flowing from him or his aura if you wish to call it that.

Forgive me, I say, projecting my thoughts straight into his mind. I was simply acting upon instinct. I did not mean to harm you.

“It’s no problem,” He replies. “My name is Murtagh.”

Weird name, I think to myself.

“Your color? Is it really pure white?” Murtagh asks.

Of course it is, I reply. Why would it not be?

“It’s just I’ve never seen a pure white dragon before,” He replies.

I understand. It must be hard to believe that I’m pure white when you’ve never really seen one before, I reply, my yellow eyes shimmering slightly as I jump off the branch.

“Hey wait up!” Murtagh yells as he tries to follow me but gets caught on an out-sticking limb.

I quietly laugh as I fly up to where he is stuck.

Always the same thing with you humans. You try to follow us, to protect us from danger, and instead we have to save you, I laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Murtagh says as he grabs hold of two of my ivory spikes running along my back.

Well it might not be to you but it’s hysterically funny to me being a dragon and all, I snort.

Finally, after about an hour and a lot of pulling, I finally get him down.

“I suppose that I’m in your debt, white dragon,” He says.

Yes. Trust me when the time comes to repay me, you shall know, I reply.

“Are you sure?” Murtagh asks.

Yes I am. Oh forgive me! I forget to tell you my name. My name is Finca, I reply.

“Well then Finca I suppose we can just stay here for a while and chat.”

I stare at him. Why does he not understand? My master is in grave danger and yet this human wants to stand here chitchatting all day. I snarl at him.

“What’s wrong Finca?” Murtagh asks.

You humans are all alike. You care nothing for my own race and little for any other.

“Finca if it’s about me questioning you earlier then forgive me,” Murtagh tries to explain.

I snarl again with hatred.

The human race was doomed the moment it sat foot here, for nothing but evil exists here, I snarl.

“Please Finca, believe me. I did not mean what I said earlier,” Murtagh tries to explain to me.

I snarl again at him. Murtagh glaces at me once more before he finds a rock and sits on it.

Perhaps you wish for me to demonstrate my abilities to you, I say after I’ve calmed down slightly.

“Sure,” He replies.

I flap my wings and gain attitude. Then, as I summon all my strength, I blast the tree I was on with my Shadow Blast. It destroys the tree leaving nothing but burned grass and several nearby bare trees. Murtagh gets to his feet and stares at me, his eyes wide in shock.

“That tree? You destroyed it with just one blast!”

That’s right, I snort as I return to the ground. Now let us find shelter and food for I’m hungry.

“Very well Finca I’ll see what I can do,” Murtagh replies as he walks off and I trail behind.

[searing light dragon]

Chapter 2.1

The next morning Eragon and I travel to the mountains where he found me. Apparently they’re called the Spine, for they look like the spines of a dragon.

“So you were hunting deer for food when you came across the stone and me,” I say.

“Aye,” Eragon replies.

I guess he wouldn’t help me with trying to regain my memory, I think.

“I suppose we could go see Brom,” Eragon suggests.

“Who is this Brom?”

“He’s the town’s storyteller. Most people think he’s crazy to be talking about the original Dragon Riders especially when the Empire could capture him for it,” Eragon replies walking back to town.

“Wait up!” I cry running after him.

So we begin to walk back to town. Once there we try to find Brom’s house. Surprisingly, the house is easy to find with it being right next to the forge.

“Here we go,” Eragon says.

We look around the inside of Brom’s house, finding little to nothing of great interest.

“I guess he isn’t here,” Eragon said.

What is this? I think as my gaze turns to a book opened to a page on the history of dragons.

“Do you always mess with other people’s things?” A voice shouts.

I jump, startled by the voice. The book slides into my hand.

What? Why did this book? I think as I remember when it happened at Eragon’s home.

The door closes to reveal a person dressed in a black cloak. I snarl, eyes flaring.

“Brom meet my new friend. He arrived here a few days ago and doesn’t remember anything about his past,” Eragon explains.

“I see,” Brom replies as he walks toward us. “Eragon would you step outside, please?”

“Of course,” Eragon says.

Once Eragon was out of our hearing, Brom took the book out of my hand.

“I am curious. How did you move the book?” Brom asks me in curiosity, his bushy eyebrows rising slightly.

“I not quite sure,” I reply. “You must love dragons to have all this.”

“Let’s just say I’ve seen things that only exist in your wildest dreams,” Brom replies.

Suddenly I sense somekind of power rising from within me. I can’t control it, the power’s too strong. Without warning Brom flies backwards into a chair. He gets back on his feet and faces me.

“You are very different,” He says.

“I am?” I ask.

“Yes. Different. Your hair and eye color have never been seen in Alagaesia before and what you just did are perfect examples,” Brom explains.

Alagaesia? Is this the land where I am now? I think to myself.

“Until you rediscover your name, I suggest that you make an identity for yourself,” Brom suggests.

“An identity?”I ask.

“Yes,” Brom replies.

“But why?” I ask.

“Simple. Your memory was wiped clean correct? So you must create a new identity in order to survive here,” Brom says.

“I think not!” I cry running toward him.

He steps aside and I crash into a wall. Getting to my feet, I snarl at him.

“I may not remember my past but I will NOT create a new identity for myself,” I yell.

However much he wishes for me to just abandon any hope of remembering my name, I will not make myself a new identity and forget any chance to remember my old name. I run at him again, feeling a sudden surge of energy. He catches my right wrist and twists it backwards. A surge of pain flows from it as I pull back.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because if I didn’t, you would have tried again and again until you succeeded,” He replies.

“That may be true but it still hurts,” I say as I try to not move it.

“Most of the time the past hurts doesn’t it?” Brom asks.

“You are right about the past hurting,” I say as I rub my sore wrist.

[searing light dragon]

Chapter 2.2

The next morning I awaken to find Murtagh trying to catch fish for our breakfast.

Foolish human that won’t work, I think as I lay in the cave that he found us and watch him try to stab the fish with an arrow.

Allow me, I roar as I walk out of the cave, fly into the air, and land in the pond.

Let’s see . . . I’ll take this one and that one, I think as I flip them out of the water and onto dry land.

“Thanks,” Murtagh says as I crawl out of the water.

My scales glisten like a rainbow from all the water droplets that collected on my scales as I walk over and lay down beside the fire that Murtagh built for us to cook the fish on. After eating our fill, we bury the rest. Then we begin on our journey to find my master.

“So where do you think he’s at?” Murtagh asks as he grabs my spines as I fly along.

That’s the problem. I have no idea, I reply. After all if you hadn’t found me then I don’t know what I would have done to find him.

“Well luckily I did find you Finca,” Murtagh says.

I miss him terribly. If only there was some kind of sign to point us in the right direction . . . I think as we fly along.

A few hours later I land, allowing Murtagh to stretch his legs and allowing me to rest.
Well so far so good, I think as I lay down.

Suddenly an arrow flies out of a nearby tree. I jump to my feet, spring into the air, and grab Murtagh with my tail. He swings wildly about as he tries to reach my back.
“Will you slow down!” He yells as he grabs one of my spikes.

Sorry, I reply, slowing down. I would have slowed down sooner but I think that both of us didn’t want to be hit with an arrow or get attacked.

“That’s fine but you could have warned me.”

Again I’m truly sorry for that but where I come from, we dragons protect our owners with our lives if need be, I say.

“Okay that’s interesting,” Murtagh said.

And it’s very much true, I think to myself as we fly along.

As we fly along, I share some info about my world to Murtagh while he, likewise, shares info about Alagaesia, the world that I’m in now. Suddenly I lean to my left sharply, avoiding an arrow that comes flying straight for me. Murtagh almost falls off.

“What was that for?” Murtagh asks.

I pull up, using my wings to keep me hovering in the air.

That is why I stopped, I reply, my gaze on about five Urgals, as they are called here.

“Urgals! Why are they here?”

I’m not sure but I’m not about to let us find out and get attacked, I roar as I dive toward them.

I crush at least three of the five by myself, while Murtagh handles the other two. I depend on my claws, teeth, and Shadow Blast to destroy them, while Murtagh uses his bow and arrows.

After the battle, I ask him, Why did you use that stick thrower to throw sharp pointy things at those Urgals?

“It’s not a stick thrower Finca. It’s a bow and arrow,” Murtagh laughs.

I snort in surprise.

“I guessing that you’ve never seen one before.”

I have never, I reply nudging the bow with my snout.

He laughs again and picks it up.

“I guess I’m in charge of dinner then,” He says walking out into the forest.
So I wait for him to return and as I wait I remember my master. After a while Murtagh returns with food, we eat, and then go to sleep.