I had one where an evil king was taking over the world and some crooked lawyer had to stop him using his lazy, mostly useless hangers-on (secretary, office janitor, etc.) as an army. One of the hangers-on (kid who emptied chamberpots) found a dragon egg (ooh), but since I based the dragon’s character off of Shannon it was pretty much useless. Still haven’t figured out how it all worked out. They were fighting the evil king’s voodoo wizard right-hand man last I saw.
(yes, the point was mainly to make fun of Eragon and similar ilk.)
I haven't read Eragon, for the simple reason that I don't want to copy his ideas.
Nor do I want to make fun of anyone other than those who draw dragons with bat-wings stuck on them with no indication of the musculature necessary to operate the wings.
For me, dragons are to be larger than elephants. To fly, they would need some remarkable adaptations. It seemed a small step (to me), to use their fire-breathing ability to explain the miracle of their flight.
We can't fly without chemical assistance, so that's what I gave the dragons. They fly with the aid of organic internal combustion structures.
These serve to get the dragons airborne, where riding the thermals and using their internal fuel stores gets them where they need to go.
And it explains the traditional images of dragons, puny wing muscles and all.