"The dragon has hatched! The dragon has hatched!"

As soon as he heard the exited cries Nar Garzhvog ran out of his hut and hurried towards the centre of the Urgal village.

It had been six months since Eragon Firesword had included the Urgralgra into the pact with the dragons, six months since he and his dragon, blue Saphira Flametongue, had left for the East with most of the newly found dragon eggs and Eldunarí to begin the task of rising a new generation of Dragon Riders. Likewise had it been six months since Arya, queen of Du Weldenvarden and rider of the green dragon Fírnen, had given a bright orange dragon egg into the care of the Urgralgra.

The boy kneeling in front of the newly hatched dragon, starring in wonder at her, the first female dragon to hatch after Saphira Flametongue, while seemingly ignorant of all the commotion around him, wasn't a Kull. In fact he seemed rather small in size and Garzhvog somehow sensed that it troubled him.

Striding into the middle of the circle he placed a large hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Come with me." He said, trying his best to sound encouraging.

"Yes, Nar Garzhvog." The boy replied, standing up while allowing his dragon the rest in his arms.

Garzhvog led the boy back towards his hut; he knew that even though the task of making the newly found rider into a complete Dragon Rider would fall to first Queen Arya, and then Eragon Firesword, there were things they couldn't tell the young boy about, things you had to be of the Urgralgra to understand.

"What's your name?" He asked the boy, hoping to make him feel comfortable.

"Yerock." The boy replied shyly.

"Now, Yerock." Garzhvog began, allowing the boy to sit down while he sat down in front of him. "I suppose you're wondering why the dragon chose you; a rather small boy, if I may say so, instead of some of your Kull comrades."

"Yeah." Yerock mumbled, starring in wonder at the gedwëy ignasia in his left palm while absently stroking his dragon over her bright orange scales. "Yeah. You could say so. I'm not very big or strong. How can I make a good rider?"

"Remember what Eragon Firesword told us, about how riders are chosen for their hearts?" Garzhvog asked, once again putting a large hand on Yerock's shoulder, making the boy look him directly in the eyes.

"Yes." Yerock replied, and for the first time Garzhvog saw some of the flame in the boy's eyes, the flame of looking at an upcoming battle, unable to wait for it to begin.

"Maybe your dragon here knew that despite your lack of physical strength you still had the deep desire of our people for battle and glory. You will be stuff of legend now, Nar Yerock." Somehow Garzhvog felt it was right to assign the honorific to the boy's name, even though he knew others might disagree. "Imagine; first Dragon Rider of the Urgralgra, first of our people to fly amongst the skies. But if you'll excuse me; I need to send a message to Queen Arya that we have a new rider ready to begin his training."

Garzhvog smiled as Yerock ran out of the hut, his orange dragon now perched precariously on his shoulder, and rejoined his friends, friends who might have shunned him earlier, due to his lack of strength, but now flocked around him. The boy would make a fine Dragon Rider one day.