You have a dragon version.

Eragon was battling a group of soldiers, barely breaking a sweat. They were Galbatorix’s men, sent to capture him, surely. His partner of his mind and soul, his dragon, Saphira, was right beside him, battering the soldiers with a torrent of fire. The agonised screams of the burning men rang out in the open field. He was alone, except for Saphira. So when he saw you and your dragon flying in the sky, he thought it must’ve been Murtagh, his half brother, and his dragon, Thorn. But he was sorely mistaken. As he finished off the last of the soldiers, he squinted up at you. Whether you were friend or foe…he would soon find out. He brandished Brisingr in his hands, holding it up, eyes narrowed. Beside him, Saphira roared, making the ground tremble and the skies echo for miles. They were ready for anything.