Eragon

There was a time when the fearsome,

beautiful land of Alagasia...

...was ruled by men astride mighty dragons.

To protect and serve was their mission.

And for thousands of years,

the people prospered.

But the riders grew arrogant...

...and began to fight among themselves

for power.

Sensing their weakness...

...a young rider named Galbatorix

betrayed them...

...and in a single bloody battle,

believed he had killed them all...

...riders and dragons alike.

Since then, our land

has been ruled by Galbatorix.

He crushed all rebellion...

...including the freedom fighters

known as the Varden.

Those that survived fled to the mountains.

There they hoped for a miracle...

...that might even their odds

against the king.

Our story begins one night...

...as Arya, an ally of the Varden,

rides for her life...

...carrying a stone

stolen from the king himself.

I suffer without my stone.

Do not prolong my suffering.

Miles away,

a young boy ventures out hunting.

His life and Alagasia...

...will never be the same again.

- Give it to me...

- Durza.

...and I'll let you live.

Is there anyone

who trusts the word of a Shade?

Where did you send it?

Poor Durza.

How will you tell the king you failed?

Come with me.

Two more patriotic volunteers

for the king's army.

My sons are not fighters.

The men you take, they never return.

Every village must do its share.

Rejoice. Your sons will be heroes.

Expensive taste, Eragon.

The king's strip. The best cut there is.

The fat just melts into the meat.

How much?

How much?

Too much for a poor farm boy.

I have something. Something to trade.

What is this? Some kind of stone?

- I found it.

- Stole it, more likely.

I was hunting.

Hunting in the Spine.

Put it back. It belongs to the king.

Tell no one you have it.

You'll endanger the whole village.

Now get out.

I don't need that sort of trouble here.

Get out.

Look at this. A necklace.

Now, where'd a fool like you

find such an appetizing string of jewels?

- Interesting you should ask.

- Is that right?

I was walking up the lane the other day,

admiring them sitting on a branch.

Clap of thunder,

they fell dead at me feet.

So I thought,

"Well, I can't leave them there.

Someone might trip."

- So I hung them up there, out of the way.

- Do you know what I think?

- What's that?

- I think you're a thief.

- A poacher.

- Oh, no.

I confiscate them all

in the name of the king.

Don't try anything.

Well, I'll just cut them down

for you then, shall I?

- Grab those.

- Sorry I didn't pluck them.

Take care of the little bones.

Hate to see you choke.

All hail Eragon.

The mighty hunter returns.

Yeah. With his invisible catch.

What happened, did you get scared

when the deer growled?

No respect for the hunter?

Don't you ever learn?

Shall we have another lesson today?

You fight like an old goat, Roran.

Mind my breakfast.

- You're too slow, Roran.

- Wake up, dreamer.

That sounded like your head.

Hey. Come on, boys. That's enough.

Come on, Roran.

Eragon?

I'm leaving.

I'm old enough to be recruited now.

Before the soldiers come looking for me.

I won't serve in the army.

I'll send word when I've settled.

- But what--?

- He knows.

I already told him.

Where will you go?

I don't know yet.

All I know is I'm going.

Roran? Eragon?

Come on.

Roran told you then?

Your day will come too, Eragon.

And you will decide for yourself

the kind of life you wish to lead.

Uncle, I like my life right here.

What many men seek

is often right under their nose.

But for some,

the unknown is too hard to resist.

Is that why my mother left?

My sister was in a great hurry

when she left you here.

Whatever her reasons, we can only trust

they were for your own good.

Besides, had she not,

I wouldn't have gained another son.

Take these.

I've been saving them for you.

Your blessing is all I need.

Take care of yourself, Roran.

Goodbye, Father.

Be strong, brother.

And work on that aim.

You may make a hunter yet.

Not a stone.

An egg.

Well, look at you.

What are you?

Well, you're not a bird.

Where is it?

Too late.

It's hatched.

It's hatched.

Look at what you did.

Eragon, wake up.

Get on with your chores.

Hungry?

Go on.

Drink while it's still warm.

I'm sorry. That's all there is.

So much for our rat problem.

My king, Galbatorix.

As you feared, the dragon has hatched.

But to a mere farm boy.

To whom is not the issue.

When the Varden learn

that the legend is real...

...they will be encouraged

to challenge me.

And I am not interested

in being challenged.

There is no one left for you to fear,

my king.

Beyond these borders

are remnants of the resistance.

Dwarves. Elves. The Varden.

I can't let them have hope.

Do not let them reach the Varden.

I will find the boy...

...and kill him before he becomes a man.

Where's your mother?

Did she abandon you too?

Did she leave in a great hurry?

Ra'zac.

Ra'zac.

Ra'zac.

Kill the rider.

Nothing from my boys.

Not a word.

Their mother's heart is broken.

And for what?

More death? More suffering?

Easy, Horst. The soldiers will hear you.

What's that matter?

Speak or not speak.

It makes no difference.

Quiet, Brom.

A fool like you has nothing to lose.

No argument there.

Don't mind me.

But it wasn't always like this, was it?

There was a time when our land flourished

without cruelty and fear.

A time of dragons and Dragon Riders.

Those days are long gone.

Old Brom is going on with his stories.

Don't pretend you've forgotten.

Men astride magnificent beasts.

No one could defeat them.

Until, that is, one of their own...

...a rider named Galbatorix...

...decided to take all the power for himself

and cut down any rider who opposed him.

Enough, before you hang by a tree.

No!

Let him finish.

- And one day, he will pay for his crime.

- Are you deaf? Be on your way!

The time of Dragon Riders...

...will come again.

And then Brom said:

"The time of the Dragon Riders

will come again."

Well, first, I think you need to fly.

Yes, you did it!

She's gone.

- What's happening?

- Brom was right, Eragon.

The time of the Dragon Riders

has come again.

You can hear my thoughts?

I have waited 1000 years

to hear your thoughts.

And now you can hear mine.

I am Saphira. And you are my rider.

Rider?

Get out.

Is it true?

What you spoke of?

Didn't you hear me? Get out.

I want to know more.

Please?

Tell me about the dragons.

Did anybody follow you here?

How big will they grow?

When do they breathe fire?

Keep your voice down.

You mocked the king

in front of his soldiers.

I always say,

"Better ask forgiveness than permission."

Then tell me.

- Tell me about the dragons.

- Go home.

Mind your corn. Till your fields. All right?

You'll just get yourself into trouble.

What does it make you, then?

A liar or a coward?

I know.

I know your story is true.

I told you.

His name is Eragon.

The boy. The boy took it with him.

He lives on a farm,

the furthest one in the valley.

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