0 ABU (After the Battle of Urû'baen)
Eragon stood at the helm of Talita, the ship destined to take him away from Alagaësia forever. Eternity. He found it hard to fathom. He knew that it was what Angela had read from the knucklebones of dragons which always tell the truth. He knew that the rest of his prophecy had turned out true. He just didn't see how he would be able to stay away for the rest of time. How would he stay away from everything, everyone. Roran, Katrina, Orik, Murtagh, Nasuada, Angela, Carvahall, her… About to be swept away by another burst of melancholy he felt a presence enter his mind. He opened himself up as Saphira flooded him with love and happiness. Not words, these were raw emotions from the deepest parts of her heart. He could feel the genuineness of the message. He ever so slightly cracked a smile. Look up little one, she said to him. Glancing upwards Eragon's smile opened much wider. Ahead of him stood a landmass that hadn't been there shortly before. Rushing towards Blödhgarm, Eragon exclaimed "there's land! Our journey will be completed soon!" Blödhgarm started telling the other elves and they broke out into a song. One of hope, love, home, rebirth. All things Eragon knew he could use a lot more of.
1 ABU
"Stenr reisa" Eragon chanted. Using his magic he lifted up several rocks and sent them to the pile at the top of the mountain. He and the rest of the elves were moving materials in order to build a new hall for the riders. Though he wasn't building anything as grand as the abandoned city of Doru Araeba on Vroengard, Eragon knew a massive stone building was the only proper way to build a home fit for dragons. With the assistance of the Eldunari, Eragon was able to design the structure Breoal Abr Du Skulblaka, Home of the Dragons, or Breoal for short. It was hard work, but better than simply waiting for a new rider. Doing nothing meant wandering thoughts, something Eragon was glad to not have.
10 ABU
Eragon stood next to Saphira, watching the shores of New Vroengard. Eragon wasn't smiling though. He rarely did. His enchanted mirrors worked, but life was life. He never seemed to be able to speak with his friends as much as he wanted to. He spoke to Roran and Orik a couple of times a year. He kept enough intact to know the general states of his friends. Ismira, Roran's eldest daughter was growing up into a kind, young girl. Roran also had two more children and a fourth child on the way. Orik and Hvedra were in no rush, having only one child. He was named Hrothgar in honor of the former Dwarf king. Eragon did not really speak to others. Nasuada was too busy being Queen and had little use for a rider who would not return to assist her. Reaching out to her was out of the question. According to the charts the elves made during the journey and Saphira's sense of direction and speeds, the next two riders should have been arriving any day now. As promised, Dwarves and Urgals were added to the ancient pact with the dragons. It had taken longer than expected for the first two eggs to hatch though. Almost exactly eight years. The Queen of the Elves initiated their training as promised. Eragon was told to expect two riders who were proficient with swords and the Ancient Language. Their two dragons were likewise experienced in fighting and flying. Eragon was to teach them in the ways of magic (which they weren't told they could do, as in the ways of old), the history of the riders, and mastering the connection between rider and dragon. Spotting the boat coming close to shore he knew it was time to become the teacher he always knew he would one day have to be.
15 ABU
Today was the first day of the transfer. As promised, when the first riders came to the halls of Breoal, Eragon had transferred more eggs to Alagaësia, four this time. Each race with an equal chance to have rider to its name. Today, this next group of riders were coming to Eragon. In turn, Eragon would be sending the first two riders, Vah Gurrah and Gimli back to Alagaësia. They had exceeded all expectations. Eragon knew they would make fine riders and serve as an inspiration to all. Planning for this moment, Eragon had made plans with all of the races to have towers built where riders could stay. As Eragon had known 15 years before, there was no good centralized area for the riders. Instead, they would travel from area to area helping all and answering to none, save Eragon himself. After greeting his new pupils, giving farewells and gifts to his departing riders, and seeing them off Eragon was approached by one of the new riders. Her name was Serrin, a human. She offered up a slab to him. Looking at it he saw a fairth of himself. He was created in perfect detail. Every line precisely matched to his own in reality. Looking on the back of the slab he saw a message. To the one I could never forget, It is only fair you get one in turn. He turned back to Serrin and asked her who had created this, she only replied, "I cannot."