Summary

Making a name of oneself in a world filled with heroes and legends is hard, especially when one's the son of one. Evandar, son of Eragon Lord of Arngor Mountain and master of the new generation of riders, and of Arya queen of the elves, he must find his place in the world away from his parent's shadows, something thats easier said than done. Seeing his son's frustration, especially since an egg won't hatch for him, he sends him away to Alagaësia on a quest to find and recruit new riders unaware of the troubles browning there.

Prologue

The lights were dim, barely making anything visible inside the room. The only light source, in fact, came from a small oil lantern hanging from a wide, three wooden column ceiling. The room itself wasn't very big. With just two doors opposite each other and a wooden bench on the side, the room had a claustrophobic feel to it. To make it worse, upon its walls there were no windows just a couple of paintings of beautiful landscapes, and creatures that contributed well with the overall feel of the room. In fact, everything in the room seemed to have its place, everything but the man pacing frantically across the room.

The man in question was tall, lean but well built, and the clothes he wore were lavished and spotless. Upon his waist, a long sword with a blue diamond on its hilt hung proudly from a well-decorated scabbard and strap. As if his lavished clothing wasn't enough, the man's appearance was quite different from that of most men. His hair was brown and medium-sized, as it reached his shoulders. He had dark brown, slightly slanted eyes and a slightly rounded face, with a bit of ruggedness to it around the jaws. Protruding from his long hair there were a set of long pointy ears, holding his hair back behind them. Overall, the man was quite handsome due to his fair skin, and slanted eyes, but there was also a ruggedness to him that complimented to his look rather than take away from it. However, due to his frown and worried expression, he looked more haggard than he should.

'Calm down Eragon.' Said a stern female voice to the man, whose name was Eragon.

The elf-like man pursed his lips and continued to pace not at all paying any attention to the voice.

'It's been hours already, how long can this take Saphira? 'Asked Eragon in his head, finally stopping in the middle of the room and pushing his hair back haphazardly.

The voice didn't respond right away, instead, it waited as Eragon -unable to stay still for longer than a minute- began to pace around in circles once more.

'She'll be fine. If time has shown us anything, is that that elf of yours is quite resilient. You picked a strong mate to bear your offspring, there's no need to worry.'

The tips of Eragon's ears turned red ever so slightly, but his worried expression did not change as he continued to look down at the floor and continued to pace around in circles.

'She hasn't been doing well the last few weeks, what if there's complications? You know elven children are rare, and to birth one is even more of a challenge, and what's more, the child is also part human.' He said, stopping on the spot once more and looking up at the ceiling as if looking for answers.

'What does you being human have anything to do with it? We both know this hasn't been a problem thus far, Arya already-'

'Because I'm different from all other riders. Yes maybe she was fine last time, but whos to say she will be this time?' Eragon asked, his gaze looking down at his feet as he knit his brows.

'I don't know what I would do if something happened to either of them Saphira.' He whispered gently in his mind, sounding more scared than he had been in years.

A moment of silence passed as Eragon stood there in the dim lit room until finally, Saphira spoke again.

'Oh, little one e-'

Before she could finish what she was going to say, the door behind Eragon burst wide open with such intensity, that it almost flew right off its hinges causing Eragon to turn sharply on the spot to look at the person that had come in.

Said person was an elf, with short brown hair and a long white tunic that appeared crumpled. Upon entering the room his gaze was instantly on Eragon, looking at him worriedly.

"Eragon elda, you better come quickly." The elf said in the ancient language with a worried tone.

Eragon took in a sharp breath, and without thinking it twice or even looking at the elf, he practically leaped out of the room and ran at full speed down the long hall that would lead him to his destination.

In no time at all, he was in front of a large dark oak door, and without thinking twice about it he reached for the doorknob and opened it with more force than he should.

The door open creaked open, and the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of potions, magic, and oil coming from burned out candles that laid all around the room.

He almost gagged from the strong smell, as he scrunched up his nose, but the didn't stop to think further on the scent. Instead, his crazed looking eyes roamed about the large room as if looking for something, and It didn't take him very for his eyes to find what he was looking for. Right in front of him there stood a large four-poster bed that had a fine linen sheet covering the expensive feather mattress. As if the extravagant bed wasn't enough -especially with a mattress fit for nobility- the wood itself was decorated with carvings of dragons. However, despite its lavish appearance, not everything was as it seemed.

Laying on top of the bed, and crumpling the bed sheet haphazardly laid an unconscious, yet beautiful woman. She had long raven-black hair that spread out on top of a soft pillow, revealing a set of pointed ears. Her closed eyes were slanted, and her face bore a delicate feel to it, as well as her petite form that was laying softly on top of a few sheets that were covered in what appeared to be her blood, and at that Eragon's eyes widened. His heart almost stopped as he took the scene in front of him.

"Arya." He said her name softly, as he looked at the sheets covered with blood. He had seen birthings before, and therefore he knew this much blood was uncommon.

With his eyes stuck to her, he took a step towards her fulling intending to stand by her side and check if she was alright, not at all noticing the other woman in the room.

"I wouldn't do that, I just managed to stabilize her. I don't want you screwing up my hard work, and make things worse" A soft voice said from the corner of the room, stopping him dead on his tracks.

Quickly changing his view from the bed to the corner, he looked at the woman standing by one of the oil lamps. She had long hair and wore a simple green tunic. Unlike the woman called Arya, and Eragon, her ears were rounded. Upon her arms she held a small bundle of sheets, covering whatever it was she was holding.

Eragon's eyes narrowed, as he changed his trajectory.

"Angela...what happened," he asked softly, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he approached her slowly. His heart beating strongly as he thought the worse. At moments like this, he really wished the herbalist would stop treating him like a child, especially when his patience was wearing thin.

'Clear your mind little one.' the voice of Saphira said gently in his head, but this time he barely paid any attention to her. He was on edge, and his emotions were scrambled to the point that it was a miracle he was actually doing what Angela said and not go to Arya.

Angela's grip on the bundle tightened, and she sighed snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Everything started fine, she was doing well and so was the child, but that quickly changed. As we were preparing to deliver the baby Arya began to experience strange outflux of magic, coming from both the baby and herself, causing her to fall unconscious." Angela looked at Eragon confused as she recalled what happened.

"I had never seen anything quite like it before, and I tried to calm her magic as well as the baby's before we began the procedure, but I was unable to. In the end, we were forced to act quickly and deliver the baby, that is when things began to get complicated," she told him, as he slowly continued to walk towards her his eyes now on the bundle in her arms.

"I used my own techniques, and the elves used their magic and through that, we managed to deliver the baby," she said softly, looking up at him as he now stood before her looking not at her but down at the bundle in her arms, with both awe and fear.

In Angela's arms, safely covered in fresh white sheets laid a small baby, smaller than what he knew was deemed healthy. His little arms that were sticking out of the sheet were laying by his side holding on to a strand of Angela's hair softly inside his fist. On top of his head, he had barely noticeable scruff of brown hair that almost looked blond. He had small pointed ears that looked more rounded than the usual elf ears, very much like his own. His eyes were slanted slightly at the edges, like most elves and his little lips were tiny as well as his nose. The shape of his head was oval like Arya's, but his jaws were sharp like his, and his cheeks were full with a puff of red tinge on them. His eyes were closed so he couldn't know whose eye colour he inherited, but he just knew he must have gotten his mother's beautiful green eyes. Either that or he simply refused to think he inherited his ugly mud brown eyes.

'He's beautiful. Unlike you' joked Shapira in his head, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked down at his son in awe.

At those words, Eragon's smile broadened but the edges of his lips didn't reach his eyes, instead, his expression changed to one of worry as he continued to look at the too peaceful, pale child in Angela's arms. Just by seeing how motionless he was in her arms he didn't need someone telling him that he was sick, he knew just, by the way, struggled to even breath. Most children cry when they're born, but he just laid there with his eyes closed and that made his heart stop.

Slowly he raised his hand and laid it on top of his son's head, barely touching him, too afraid he might hurt him.

"How…" he stopped, unable to formulate words.

Angela turned to look at the bed. "Arya is fine now. After she birthed the child the outfluxes stopped and we manage to stabilize her. However…"

Her attention returned to the child in her arms, and her grip on him tightened ever so slightly.

"The baby wasn't doing well, we managed to stabilize him a little, but I fear that won't be enough. His magic is acting wildly, and lashing out at his own body. Arya was able to withstand it, but he's just a baby. If we don't manage to stop it then…"

She stopped and looked up at Eragon who was still looking down at the child in her arms his expression unreadable as his arms reached for his son. Without a second thought, Angela relinquished her hold on the boy, who leaned into Eragon but still didn't open his eyes.

For a moment of silence, Eragon held on to his son in his arms, not looking up at her or doing anything as he simply just stood there looking down at the boy.

As he looked at his sleeping face, he couldn't help but remembered how excited he and Arya had been at the new edition to the family, and they weren't the only ones. The other riders, as well as those in Alagaësia -who knew of the unborn child as soon as he got the news- were excited. Even their son -who they had sent to Ellesméra to keep an eye on the elven kingdom while his mother is in Arngor- was overjoyed at the prospect of finally seeing his little brother. Unable to keep their excitement, for months he and Arya, who he had not seen in years, had spent most of their time decorating their son's room, as well as spending time together despite how busy he was with the riders. She had come to Arngor mountain a few months ago to give birth to their son among the riders, knowing he would be safer here than he would be in Alagaësia among all those who still wanted to exact their revenge on them. Both he and Arya agreed that -like his brother before him- he would need to stay in Arngor at least until he became a rider and could take care of himself. So in hindsight they had prepared for everything, but never once did they think something like this might happen, no parent would, but then again he was no regular father.

His grip on the baby tightened, and he looked at him with determination.

He won't let his son die, he has saved countless people before, he could save his own son.

With his mind made up, he tucked his son safely in his arm, turned around sharply and made his way out of the room with Angela asking where he was going but he didn't once turn to look back. By the feel of his son's magic he didn't have much time left, so time was of the essence.

Quickly he made his way through the halls, passing a few others along the way who looked at him shocked and startlement, as asked if he was ok to which he didn't answer. He simply kept running down the halls, and then the courtyard until he finally reached a large set of double doors that had various inscriptions, and locks upon it.

Eragon looked at the locks, and raised the palm of his hand, holding the baby on the other.

"Ládrin." he whispered.

The large locks on the door slowly began to lift on their own, and the inscriptions burned bright as fire. When the large doors opened on their own, Eragon walked through them and into the darkness, the doors closing shut behind him, locking itself with magic once more.

Now in darkness, Eragon brought his hand up and without having to use the ancient language, a ball of fire formed in the palm of his hand lighting the way. A long corridor laid ahead of him, devoid of any decorations as well as lanterns or windows. Without looking around he walked through the corridor with his hand held high to lite the way, meanwhile thinking it was odd how he hadn't heard from Saphira ever since leaving the room.

As if on cue the dragon rumbled in his head.

'I'm right here little one.' she said gently, and Eragon felt his shoulders relax ever so slightly.

After a little while of walking down the corridor, he arrived at his destination. A large archway made of stoned that had carvings of dragons all around it.

Without wasting any time to look at the beautiful archway, he walked through it.

The room was dark like the corridor, but he quickly raised his hand and intensified the flames, revealing everything before him. The room was large, filled with large shelves made of wood intricately carved to look like flowers and branches. On said shelves there laid countless of what appeared to be diamonds of various sizes, some quite small and some bigger than a man's head. The colour of each individual stone was different, casting a beautiful rainbow like shadow the closer he got to them.

Eragon walked to the centre of the room, looking straight at a golden stone.

'Eragon, Saphira welcome. What brings you here?" asked a deep voice, followed by a few other voices.

Eragon took a step closer to the golden stone.

'Glaedr elda, Umaroth Elda. Atra esterni ono thelduin.' He greeted hastily, knowing full well the older dragons wouldn't look highly on him forgetting his manners. He couldn't afford to anger the old dragons, not when he needed his help.

'Atra du evarínya ono varda.' Responded Saphira

The older dragons grumbled as a response, but they did not say anything. They no doubt saw how shaken he was and knew there was something wrong.

'Let us put pleasantries behind, and speak daéda abr shur'tugal' grumbled Glaedr.

Eragon took another step closer, and his hold on the child tightened as he looked down at him worriedly.

His voice came out weak, and desperate as he spoke.

'My son is dying; I humbly request your help ebrithil.'

As he said those words the room fell silent, all eldunari fell quiet as they seemed to progress his request, meanwhile, Eragon could no longer stay still.

He nervously tapped his foot against the stone floor and looked away from Galedr's eldunari to look around the room aimlessly. He didn't have much time, the longer time passed the more still his son grew in his arms.

After what felt like ages, Umaroth spoke up.

'Why come to us daéda abr shur'tugal'?' Asked the dragon simply, and so Eragon responded quickly.

'The best healers in Arngor couldn't help him, I had no other choice but to come to you.' He responded, and looked up at the dragon's white eldunari.

'Please… just help him." He begged, as his son moved ever so slightly in his arms.

The room fell silent once more, as Eragon looked around worried they might refuse him.

Umaroth grumbled deeply breaking the silence before he responded.

'For dragon kind, those that are too weak to survive are discarded, in this notion I would advise you to let nature run its course. However, I see you will take this as ill-advised.'

The dragon paused, and Eragon felt his heart hammer inside his chest, as he thought of what he could do if they refused to help. As he looked for options, he realized he didn't have many. If the best healers he had, and Angela couldn't help him then he doubt he could be of much help.

Once more the dragon spoke again, but this time it was Glaedr.

'Usually, we would refuse your request, but since we dragons owe much to you and Saphira, we will do our best to help the child. But do head my warning young one before you choose to receive our help. As you know our magic is highly volatile in nature; even we don't know how the child will be affected down the line. So it is up to you to make this decision.'

Just as Glaedr said the last words, Eragon practically jumped on the spot to respond. He didn't need to think it further, no father would need to consider their offer for more than a second. Whatever repercussions this might have he would overcome them, right now he had to save his son before it was too late.

'Just save him' he said, his voice devoid of any doubt, but full of worry as he waited for the dragons respond.

It felt like ages as Eragon stood there looking at the Eldunari, his heart beating faster and his breathing quickening. Saphira brushed his mind softly as a way to reassure him, but he was too tense to even acknowledge it.

After what must have been a minute passed, Umaroth finally spoke up again.

'Very well.'

As he said those words his grip on his son tightened, as a light began to emanate from all the eldunari, engulfing the room in light and the child began to cry.

Hey so new Eragon fic, alright this will be awesome.

I've been a huge fan of the series since forever, even though it's been a while since I last read it so if I make a few mistakes here and there sorry about that.

So this was just the epilogue, so next chapter I'll introduce you to our main character for their fic and I hope all of you are looking forward to that.

So hope you enjoyed, are excited, and are lookign forward for more.