He stands so tall, my savior. He rides upon his great blue dragon, and I watch helplessly below, longing for the day he might notice me. Eragon.
She strides gracefully away from me without so much as a glance, with her long legs, beautiful hair, perfect face. It's impossible. Arya.
The girl with red hair watches me with sadness on her face. I cannot tell why she looks so sad, but part of me longs to know. What is her name?
The boy stands tall and does not look away. He is brave, where others shy away at the sight of me, he is strong. Who is he?
Emma and James have fallen for the Shadeslayers, the ones who saved the world. How could they ever be with them? Emma longs for Eragon, and Eragon wants to know why she always looks so sad. James admires Arya's grace and beauty, and Arya admires how he stands tall where others do not. The four of them have no idea what they are getting into, as James and Emma fall for the Shadeslayers. By Rosadon & CrazyandYourJealousAll Rights Reserved