A camera crew stumbled across a woman, talking to a dark brown mountain. She half turned toward them. "We have visitors. Wake up." She kicked the brown mountain, a single giant eye opening and a massive beast standing upright. Shaking it's giant head like a dog, the massive drake lowered his head to inspect their visitors.
The humans were terrified, frozen to the spot. "He won't hurt you. Eragon may be huge, but I've known him since he was an egg." The woman explained, rubbing a tiny hand over her drake's scales. One of the cameramen stepped forward, nervous. "Who are you?" Travis asked. "I'm the Elven Crown Princess Saphira Amundsen, Dragon Rider. My younger sisters are Arya and Amira." The woman answered.
"Do you mind if a movie is made about your life? The rise and fall of the Dragon Riders?" One questioned her. Closing her eyes, she responded. "It's a long and bloody story. I will only agree on the term I narrate the entire thing." Another thought. "What if we use actual dragons? Bringing in the riders who rode for your evil king back then." Saphira cast her eyes skyward, unsure.
"All but a few of the riders who rode for the King are dead. I will fly out to talk with them, see if they're willing to do this. Give me a few days, then come back here. You will have an answer then." She spoke, eyes downcast. The filmmakers nodded, happy.
Four days later.
The film crew had returned, not long after Saphira and Eragon landed. "They'll be here in half an hour. I flew ahead to inform you of their imminent arrival."
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Rise of the Dragon Riders
Romance'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 bloodie...
