The wings of the great blue dragon carved through the air, the wind whistling sharply, keening as sharply as an arrow through the morning mists of the valley. The dragon, a most striking shade of sapphire blue, roared, her rider screaming in exhilaration.

The rider, a male, posed a striking figure against the grey of the mist and the blue of the scales of his life partner. Long, dark brown hair flew behind him, trailing ends of blond. Pointed ears, decorated with pierced studs, framed a young face. Sharp cheekbones and an aristocrat's nose sat elegantly above plush pink lips. His jaw, square and masculine, was dusted with a perfect shadow of stubble. Eyes, the colour of mahogany, shone with the light of the sunrise. This man, half elf half mortal, was Eragon Shadeslayer, the dragon, Saphira Bjartskular. The exiles of Alagaësia.