The Rogue Rider and his dragon impacted the world unlike any dragon rider since Galbatorix. The fear Akaysha had struck into Gilead spread like wildfire. Rumours of a monstrous dragon that could control storms and flatten buildings with a single swipe of its tale created irrational terrors of the dragons and the people that rode them. As time went on these fears only grew, making it more and more difficult for the riders to keep the peace in the world.

Angry at what they had done, Theaden sent out many search parties and hunters in order to find the escaped Rogue Rider. But it seemed as though Ragin was always one step ahead, always ready to move on. He had lived that life most of his life, and with the speed of a dragon underneath him they always seemed to be able to remain a couple of miles away. It frustrated their pursuers to no end. Eventually they disappeared completely, leaving no traces behind.

The next the riders heard of them was a year later, delivered by a courier with a silver dragon egg and a letter with a single line of writing.

'For the eggs I've stolen, here is one in return.'

This only renewed the search for the Rogue Rider, but still he remained elusive, never staying in one place for more than a month, always on the move. It seemed he was constantly searching for something, as many of the stories that followed in his wake were of a reserved, and rather intimidating young man searching for knowledge of the ancient language.

The years continued to pass by and still he remained elusive. The few times the riders did manage to catch up with him he always managed to escape. Freya was always one of his most adamant enemies, and the two clashed numerous times over the years. Every time the girl was slightly better with the blade, but every time she was still no match for the man that killed her family.

At the five year mark more dragon eggs were sent out, but for the first time in the history of the dragon riders, families weren't clamouring over each other for their sons and daughters to be bonded to one of the magical creatures, and not all five of the eggs hatched. This was somewhat troubling for them all as the riders were still not at the power they had been in ancient times. It seemed people didn't want them to be, as more and more protested the power their kings and queens had given the riders.

But that was not all. As the years continued it became evident the newly born dragons were not quite as strong as their parents. The difference was marginal, nearly unnoticeable, but it was there. And as the generations of dragons continued the difference became greater and greater, the newborns not connected with the powerful wild magic that their parents or grandparents had been.

Dragons weren't the only thing affected as the years went on. While magic still came easily to the older generations of people, as each new generation was born the chance that they were born with the ability of magic became slightly less. Elven lifespans shortened with each generation. Less and less urgal Kull were born, and as the abilities of the more mystical nature became harder and harder to achieve, the races of the earth were forced to rely on other means for power. So, they turned to technology.

Centuries passed by. Weapons were invented the rivalled the power of any still with magical abilities. The weakened dragons and their riders struggled to hold against the increasing power of technology, forced to retreat in many situations in fear of injury and death. Eragon held them together as best he could, but as he got older it became harder and harder to keep up with all the new inventions of the age. Vehicles were created that didn't need horses to pull them. Appliances that could transfer information from one side of the world to the other. They even created flying metal aircraft that rivalled even the ancient dragons in speed and power.

A millennium passed by when the war broke out, and the riders in their weakened state fell, the weakened dragons and their riders no match for the technology of the age. Few survived, but those that did went into hiding. More time went passed and eventually the age of dragons and magic fell into legends, leaving little but a mythological legacy.

But during the centuries of weakening magic, the Rogue Rider disappeared, seemingly fazing out of existence as he searched for the cure to power. When he finally did it was too late. The riders were already gone. So, instead, both Akaysha and him agreed to hide, hide and wait until the time was right to release wild magic back into the world."