A girl of 17 sat on a rock in the middle of the woods. She had chestnut brown hair and deep brown eyes. Absent mindedly twanging the string of her bow, she thought solemnly of the servants of Galbatorix she had slain that day. An Urgal, and 1, 2, 3, soldiers of The Empire. No-one knew her name, she was so scarcely seen so that most thought of her as some form of Wood Mage, and most called her The Spirit Girl. She was, in fact, Elantir, a DragonRider.Her Dragon was called Óthor, and her scales were a deep and brilliant purple and shone in the sun like a thousand knives. Elantir was driven from her home in Gil'ead when Óthor hatched, and the servants of Galbatorix came to collect the dragon that had slipped through their nets, briging pain and misery with them. Elantir fled for her and Óthor's life, for both were too young to fight, and she was forced to steal to survive. On her 17th birthday, when she and her dragon were able fighters of blade and 1 on 1 combat, they returned. Only to find that her peaceful town had been ravaged by the unmerciless torrent of destruction that was Galbatorix. From that day on she and Óthor traversed the land of Alagaesia, hunting down and killing all subjects of the king.
While she sat, Elantir heard a rustle in the bushes to her left. Automatically she loaded 3 arrows on the bowstring and prepared to fire. Suddenly, in the ancient language, there came the cry, "Eka aí fricai un Shur'tugal!" meaning, "I am a rider and a friend!"
Elantir froze, but did not lower her bow.
"Fool," hissed the voice, "You know the ancient language cannot lie"
Elantir thought about this and found it was true. Finally, she spoke. "What is your mission, Rider, and why does it concern me?" she challanged.
"I simply seek out one of my own," came the slightly sinister reply.
Elantir's face paled. "I am no rider," she snapped, hiding her palm, lest this stranger saw her gedwey ignasia.
"And I am no fool," snarled the voice,"I know who you are,
Spirit Girl...or is it Elantir, DragonRider?"
Elantir began to panic. Óthor, I need you...a stranger, he knows about us...he may work for the Empire! Hurry!
"Begone, stranger before you break my arrow's fall," she threatened meanicingly.
"You cannot strike me....a split second after those arrows leave the string, my Dragon will have your head" the stranger retorted.
Feigning Bravery, Elantir said, "what dragon? I cannot even see you, never mind a dragon"
A low rumble came from the direction of the voice. The stranger laughed. "Did you hear that, my little Dragonrider?" He mocked "That was my dragon."
"You mock me," Elantir said, and flamed with anger, "But can you hear MY Dragon?" Now, Óthor! she bellowed.
Suddenly there came a load roar as Óthor announced her arrival. Elantir smiled triumphantly, convinced that that surely would have scared the stranger off. Grinning as her dragon swooped down beside her, Elantir said, Very nice timing.

I do my best laughed Óthor.

"Fool of a girl," the voice reappeared, startling the girl and her dragon. "Did you not think; If I was working for that brute, Galbatorix, that by now the entire place would be swarming with his sickeningly devoted servants and Urgals? No. I fight for honour, tradition, and..." he paused, as if to put a hand on his heart, "The Riders."
Something, possibly the pride in his voice when he spoke of the Riders, or the bitterness when he spoke of the king made Elantir wonder if he was telling the truth. "Well, if you are a true rider, show yourself."

Saphira, u cant make people say things like that, or set their character. try better next time!