The soaring dragon flying into Alagaesia from the eastern ocean was a unique blend of blue and green, sort of like the ocean itself, looking blue in one part and green in another. Against the clear blue sky, she appeared like a jewel. But the Urgal children watching the dragon failed to notice the person riding the said dragon - they were miniscule in comparison to the magnificence of the dragon. Besides, there had not been a dragon rider in ages in Alagaesia. The only rider on the council of advisors, Murtagh had long since lost his companion. However, his act of defying the elven queen herself to fulfill the wishes of lost dragons caught in immobile forms, to finally relieve them of the pain they had endured for a century was the stuff of legend in Urgal traditions.
The children ran into their village, bumping into human traders who were passing by, skirting around jewel-loaded carts being pulled by dwarven ponies and skipping over effervescent brooks, at the banks of which elves sat singing to trees. They wanted to tell their parents about the strange new being. They knew every one of the three and ninety dragons in Alagaesia by heart and none of them had this unique shade. The Urgal society venerated dragons for as long as any living Urgal could remember. Their majesty and power awed them. To earn a dragon’s goodwill was their life’s goal. Naturally, a new dragon in Alagaesia excited the children to no end.
The observed dragon and rider flew further into the country, knowing they were passing over the Spine. They had heard from their forebears that the country was vast and populated by five intelligent species. They noticed the children first whom they assumed to be Urgals judging by their appearance and place of residence. What startled them the most was that there was an abundance of humans, a spattering of dwarves and a handful of elves around those villages. Their progenitors never mentioned such close relations.
A day’s flight into the country brought them to the edges of the scorching desert which they knew was the Hadarac. This was the home of the dragons. It excited them to no end to see the dragons that their ancestors had repopulated in the country.
Above all, they wanted to visit Vijayanagaram and Bullridge, the two cities they knew their human kin would live in - grandfather Murtagh and aunt Weldhana’s descendants and Ellesmera where they could visit Queen Islanzadi, the oldest member of their family. They were excited to introduce themselves as the grandchildren of Eragon, Arya, Saphira and Vanendra. They wanted to narrate to them how their four ancestors had travelled far and wide before finally settling down near a country of humans - the country from which grandmother Arya’s parents-from-previous-life hailed.
But first things first, they had to enjoy the clear sky and the green pastures of the grasslands abutting the Hadarac. Du Weldenvarden and Vijayanagaram could wait. They landed on the velvet grass. The dragon would have her hunt while the rider would try to find some berries to dig their teeth into. Even as they prepared to go find food, a magnificent great white dragon landed near them and called, ‘Well, hello there! We haven’t been introduced.’
The children ran into their village, bumping into human traders who were passing by, skirting around jewel-loaded carts being pulled by dwarven ponies and skipping over effervescent brooks, at the banks of which elves sat singing to trees. They wanted to tell their parents about the strange new being. They knew every one of the three and ninety dragons in Alagaesia by heart and none of them had this unique shade. The Urgal society venerated dragons for as long as any living Urgal could remember. Their majesty and power awed them. To earn a dragon’s goodwill was their life’s goal. Naturally, a new dragon in Alagaesia excited the children to no end.
The observed dragon and rider flew further into the country, knowing they were passing over the Spine. They had heard from their forebears that the country was vast and populated by five intelligent species. They noticed the children first whom they assumed to be Urgals judging by their appearance and place of residence. What startled them the most was that there was an abundance of humans, a spattering of dwarves and a handful of elves around those villages. Their progenitors never mentioned such close relations.
A day’s flight into the country brought them to the edges of the scorching desert which they knew was the Hadarac. This was the home of the dragons. It excited them to no end to see the dragons that their ancestors had repopulated in the country.
Above all, they wanted to visit Vijayanagaram and Bullridge, the two cities they knew their human kin would live in - grandfather Murtagh and aunt Weldhana’s descendants and Ellesmera where they could visit Queen Islanzadi, the oldest member of their family. They were excited to introduce themselves as the grandchildren of Eragon, Arya, Saphira and Vanendra. They wanted to narrate to them how their four ancestors had travelled far and wide before finally settling down near a country of humans - the country from which grandmother Arya’s parents-from-previous-life hailed.
But first things first, they had to enjoy the clear sky and the green pastures of the grasslands abutting the Hadarac. Du Weldenvarden and Vijayanagaram could wait. They landed on the velvet grass. The dragon would have her hunt while the rider would try to find some berries to dig their teeth into. Even as they prepared to go find food, a magnificent great white dragon landed near them and called, ‘Well, hello there! We haven’t been introduced.’
Author’s Note:
For anyone who has read till here, thank you. You are amazing to have supported me through to the end. I am unsure as to when I will ever return to writing anything remotely as long as this tale. But when I do, I will be sure to invite you guys along to read. Thanks a ton. Good Bye, Alagaesia.
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