20 years after Galbatorix's fall, Eragon has created a place for dragon riders to train. Every year the eggs will travel to every living corner of Alagaesia to discover the new riders. The eggs have arrived in a village near the Spine for the Brasungr festival to begin but peculiar attacks continue to plague the lands of Alagaesia and nothing appears to be safe.

This is a rather modern story about the events that occurred quite a few centuries after the death of Galbatorix. Draconis/Dragon riders are once again extinct until a young girl comes upon something unexpected. This is my first try at writing fanfiction so any reviews/comments would be appreciated. PAUSED.