Disclaimer: GoT belongs to G.R.R. Martin and Eragon belongs to Christopher Paolini

Prologue

Eragon breathed in the crisp air high above Rider's Valley as he stood on a ledge of Skulblaka Huildr, high above the sprawling city below him. He could feel Saphira's warm breath upon his neck as he looked down at the large ice blue stone he was holding.

"It's been 200 years since we defeated Galbatorix and started to spread the dragon eggs from the Vault of Souls back upon Alagaesia," Eragon spoke aloud into the wind surrounding the peak.

Saphira huffed and smoke blew over Eragon's shoulder as she spoke into his mind, "Little One, you have founded a new Order of Riders, one joining the four races of Alagaesia with the dragons, you have made your ancestors proud Eragon, you have made Brom proud."

Rotating the icy blue stone, Eragon traced the white veins that traveled along its length with his eyes, "Two hundred years and still we are no closer to hatching the dragon in this egg." Eragon's tone was morose as he cradled the egg.

Snaking her head around Eragon to let one great sapphire eye rest upon the stone, Saphira once more tried to reassure her rider, "Dragon eggs blessed to be joined with Riders only hatch for their destined rider Little One. You know this."

Looking up at Saphira, Eragon sighed running his thumb along the stone, "I know Saphira, but you know as well as I, the dragon inside this egg is dying."

Blinking forlornly at her rider, Saphira spoke, "And without her bonded rider, she will never hatch into this world."

"I've sustained her life with my magic for as long as is safely possible but we are out of time." Eragon's voice sounded resolved to Saphira.

"I take it you've decided to use the spell then?" Saphira asked.

Bringing the egg up to eye level, Eragon nodded before turning to look at Saphira, "Yes, it is the only way to save her and we will be able to scry her location afterwards as long as we have traveled there before."

"There is great risk Little One, her chosen might not even be located on this continent or Alagaesia."

"There is no other option now," Eragon spoke before opening the barrier in his mind that contained the deep well of power of his magic.

"Arya sent you to me over 200 years ago Saphira and my life has never been the same since, I grew from farm boy to Rider and the hope for the free peoples of Alagaesia, and then to the head of the new order of Riders," Eragon smiled towards the partner of his heart and mind before looking towards the egg, "I wonder if you will bring about a similar change to your chosen young one."

Raising the egg high Eragon spoke, "Sharjalví thornessa skulblaka eom vér shur'tugul." A bright blue light rapidly lit up the egg before with the sound of crashing thunder, Eragon's hands were empty.

Saphira nudged Eragon with her snout towards the back of her den, "Quickly scry her location so we can start towards her destination, she and her rider have much to be taught."

Stumbling Eragon pushed away from Saphira, "I know, I know give me a moment, I'm much stronger than I used to be but moving something of that size without the Eldunarí still causes a notable drop in my strength."

Making his way over to the large mirror set into a side wall of the hold, Eragon straightened his stance as the fatigue from the teleportation spell he just used wash off him, "Draumr kópa." Immediately the silver of the mirror containing his image darkened, as though black ink pooled from within until only a silvery blue image of the dragon egg remained in the centre of the mirror.

"Saphira, it would appear our worst fears have come to pass, her chosen rider is not from a location we have visited previously." Eragon ended the spell before recasting it with a slight variation. Feeling a minor pulling sensation on his body Eragon turned to his left until the pulling sensation vanished.

Letting the spell end once again, the inky pools returned to their original silver as he spoke, "Our only lead towards the location is South-West, which will lead us down past the bottom of Alagaesia and the Beor Mountains." Looking out of Saphira's hold Eragon and Saphira gazed towards the dragon's new location as a world away the mentioned egg appeared with an explosion of dead leaves in the hollow of a tree, as a young man approached the corpse of a dire wolf and her pups.

Translations:

Skulblaka Huildr – Dragon Hold

Sharjalví thornessa skulblaka eom vér shur'tugul - Move this dragon to its chosen rider

Draumr kópa – Dream stare