The sky wept for the lost of the land, her tears striking upon the final resting place of two of the greatest heroes Alagaesia had ever seen: Eragon Bromsson and Saphira Brightscales. Thier tomb, fitted for a king, was a pure white pillar that pierced the sky like a beacon, full of hope yet riddled with sorrow, bringing together all the Dragon Riders of the land. They stood before the pillar, their dragons beside them, and both hung their heads, and silence consumed all, save the beating of the rain upon the stone monument. The motionlessness gave an eerie feel to the usually bustling courtyard, which centered the the Riders Keep. Standing in front of all was a dark haired man and his silver dragon. The man stepped before the pillar and turned to face the crowd, his dragon following suit.He lifted his head and words began to flow:
"Today is a day that we will remember forever. Today we loose our beloved leaders and heroes of Alagaesia, but even though they are gone I still seen them with all of us. From the most battle hardened eyes, to the fresh faced smiles, they are there. As long as we walk upon these lands, we are their hope... we are their legacy. We are their future, but let us not forget their past, because it holds a lesson to be learned. They are the ones who struck down evil where they saw it, having no fear and no regret. They brought us all here, raising us up as their own, as Dragon Riders. So let us take all that they have taught us, by word and by example, and let us go forth into the world that needs us."
His dragon then lifted his head, and his voice boomed forth,"Now is the time the world needs them the most, but have no fears, because they are here. They are here with us, in our hearts, so that we may strike out evil where it may lie, and so that those who did this to our wise and most loved leaders will not go without justice. Today is a day that has many dark corners, where those who wish to escape justice may hide, but it never stoped them, so we will go forth and pull those with darkness from the shadows. We go forth as the bearers of the Yawe. We will go forth as the Order of Dragon Riders!"
The Riders and their dragons lifted their heads one by one throughout the eulogy, and by it's end they cried out in hope, and longing to find those that did this to their heroes. The dragons all lifted their heads, roaring and letting our jets of flame, as a sign of readiness. A sign of readiness to put forth their lives in battle so that they may follow in the foot steps of the ones whose pillar strikes the sky.