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Chapter One: Carvahall, City of the Riders.
Vanyal was traveling to Carvahall, the home of the riders, with his younger brother Enfias. He was to be tested to become one of the legendary Dragon Riders. With the brothers was Náiria she had been Vanyal's closest friend since they were children; they went with each other almost everywhere. Vanyal was viewing the horizon they could now see the mighty rider city of Carvahall. Suddenly Vanyal grew concerned. "Náiria what will happen to our friendship if one of us becomes a Shur'tugal and the other not?" He asked the beautiful, graceful elf walking by him. "Nothing. Nothing will happen to our relationship, I believe it is stronger than that do you not agree Vanyal?" But he did not answer he was too entranced by her body, Argh, shouldn't I have learnt to control myself around her? But she is so beautiful I must confess my love to her soon or I believe I will explode from the feeling I have inside.
Enfias then blurted out, "Neither of you will become Dragon Riders you are not worthy like myself. You my brother don't have my courage or strength. And you Náiria you are nothing but a wise little elf girl who follows around people like me with higher status! I could defeat either of you in a duel. Nay, I could defeat you both in battle together!"
"Do you want to test that theory child!" Náiria yelled as she drew her magnificent elven blade, which Vanyal had given her on the 30 birthday, she was trembling with anger as she approached a now meek looking elf boy.
"No, no sorry I... well..."
"You what?!" Náiria interrupted him.
"Nothing..." said Enfias as he cowered under the beautiful yet dangerous female.
"Come on you two. We won't arrive in Carvahall for years if you carry on like this, I know you don't get along but still just try at least until we've touched the eggs?" Exclaimed Vanyal, "Oh and brother it is not strength or conceit that will cause a dragon to hatch but pureness and love and the will to help the people who need you most. Also you know you cannot better me in swordplay, so next time do not make false remarks."
With that the company of three strode towards the mighty gates of Carvahall, the once small farm village with no more that 200 inhabitants now a bustling city, which was the home of the Greatest Order in history and the mightiest race in Alagaesia(sp). The rest of the morning went by peacefully, apart from of course some of Enfias' witty remarks and comments about Vanyal and Náiria and how he would become a Dragon Rider and they wouldn't. Finally they reached the huge iron gates which had a statue of a roaring gold dragon with a Rider upon his back at the peak of the arch. They had entered the Rider's stronghold. Upon a plaque to the left of the path was a notice saying this statue is in remembrance of Master Oromis and Ebrithil Glaedr Goldscales the last Dragon Rider pair of the old order who died fighting to the rid the land of evil.
"Halt. What business do you have in the Carvahall and what is your lineage." Asked a stout dwarf guarding the main gate.
To the obvious surprise of the dwarf Vanyal replied in the dwarfen language: "We are here to touch the dragon eggs and are the grand-children of Eragon the Bane of Evil slayer of Durza."
"Oh my, it is an honor to meet on of such strong lineage," said the dwarf as he bowed to the three elves."Where my Lord did you learn mine language though?"
"I studied it with a dwarfen scholar who stayed in Ellesméra for a while." answered Vanyal.
"I see, I see. You may pass my Lord, you and your friends are welcome here whenever you please."
"Thank you, my friend."
As the trio entered the city they all gasped at the amount of dragons in the courtyard. Their scales were every hue of the rainbow and they varied in size from the height of a man to the size of a small hill. They heard a cry across the ground and Vanyal looked up to see his father beckoning them towards him.
This post has been edited by TheWerecat: 19 November 2009 - 03:15 PM
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