Description
'For the first time in a thousand years, a new dragon rider has emerged. Eragon and I head out to bring the new rider home. Recalling my old life as the Elven Princess, I marvel at my new status. The dragon riders ruled the skies, before the bloodiest battle which resulted in many deaths, dragon and rider alike. One of those deaths was my adopted sister Arya and her dragoness. I was the one who killed them both. As time went on, the dragon riders became a myth, a legend, a story told to troublesome misbehaving children. The feeling and sensation of flying free, is something only we dragon riders know. High in the sky, clouds floating by, is unforgettable. "Do not forget, the time of the dragon riders will come again." My name is Saphira Amundson, rider of Drake Eragon, and this is my story. I am part of a fading race, and I desperately need more riders.' Kyra Stormheart. A closed off, distrustful, lone dragon rider, she hears of another Night Fury in the far north. Taking Nightshade, she flies up to investigate. After becoming Night Furies, Hiccup and Astrid are forced to abandon the island nest they called home, gathering their family and flying off to join the Red Deaths nest. A young female had agreed to join them. Known as Night-fury-fast-flier, she loves wild flight. But will she be a good mate for Night-fury-makes-one-heck-of-a-bang? (All credit goes to Cke1st, the person who inspired me to write this)
Bonded
