The world is moving on

It has been a few months since the king has been defeated and events in Alagaesia are moving apace. Eragon Shadeslayer, the first rider of the new age, has left Alagaesia to raise numerous dragons and rehabilitate the Eldunari. Departing eastward he, and the numerous elves and eldunari, seek new mighty lands perfect to shelter the birth of a new order, one more powerful than before yet less corrupt, for there is much wisdom there on board their tiny boat. Yet despite what he thinks might be a few months on a ship doing nothing before plunging into the challenge of building an entire city from scratch he is soon proved wrong,. The sane eldunari, realising that he is not a strong enough rider, embark him on a new training program dealing with all manner of things a head dragon rider should be proficient at. In an act of his own free will he takes upon the task, albeit with the help of the elves, to build three buildings. These will act as future waypoints for novice dragon riders journeying on their way to the dragon rider city that Eragon will eventually construct.

In his usual bumbling way, Eragon discovers through a misplaced foot, a secret chamber contianing documents that date back to the Elf-Dragon war, many of these documents are sought after and often detail of things and knowledge that have been lost for Aeons. Eragon not only has to deal with problems related to the present and future, but also from the past. He is thrown headlong in a race to contain an ancient evil, in order to do so he has to find a a person who is able to evade searching for extended periods of time. Evidence of an ancient empire, possibly even older than the elves themselves, is found, which details of their reign and the struggles they faced in maintaining peace and order. Much of it is written as the problems are not solved, suggesting that the problems they struggled with, are problems that could back and plague modern day Alagaesia.

Also joining his entourage at his dragon-rider city, albiet at a much later date, is Rhunon and Silvari the Enchantress. Once there, they forge and fashions things to protect and nurture the dragon-rider city. After decades of work, culminating in a titanic display of power, Rhunon and Silvari the Enchantress raise from scratch, an army of warriors, able to protect and serve the city to a great potential. Accompanying them are statues of enormous size, made in the replica of two members from each race, able to protect and defend from dragons. While also serving as transport, these statues when called upon, can rise up and defend the city from unimaginable threats, using their vast physical power to crush even the strongest of opponents.

But it will be long time before this comes to fruition for Eragon, and in the meantime many things could go wrong.

Arya and Firnen have adapted to their new positions with ease, settling in as if they had ruled for centuries. Their next project is the process of expanding their queendom's influence. Creating and allowing opportunities for the different kingdom's to interact with the Elves. Arya has started, with the help of Nasuada, to organize the games of competition. At times Firnen has seen Thorn off in the distance, but have had no contact between the two dragons. She is slowly recovering from the war which saw her murder, although not in cold blood, a dragon, one of the only things an elf would have second thoughts about doing. Not only did she have to do terrible acts to survive and ultimately rid Alagaesia of its tyrant king, she was also subject to many months of torture at the hands of Durza, a human who had been possesed by spirits of immense evil and power. Her people are also recovering from their decades long retreat into their forest, the decline of the dragons and by extent, through the dragon-rider pact, their race and a bloody war that ripped many families asunder, if not outright destroying them. Not in a hundred years have the elves had to deal with vast amounts of elven dead.

In the halls of stone, hidden from prying eyes in the Beor Mountains, Orik rules his own kingdom with the wisdom and power of Hrothgar, uniting the Clans in a common purpose to repopulate the Dwarves lands and usher them into a newfound age of wealth and peace. The dwarves have yet to have to their dragon egg hatch for them, but this is mainly because Arya and Firnen have not obliged to send the veritable legion of elves guarding the egss to the dwarven lands as of yet. The dwarves strive to make peace with the few Urgals they interact with, but old habits die hard and will die even harder if any scuffles involving urgals, and namely any other race occur. Complicating the dwarves precarious state is that a dwarven shade is soon to be loose, and the Raz'ac have been spotted near the ruins of Ithro Zhada, or more commonly known as Orthiad to the dwarves.

Urgals have with there newly granted land, erected villages like that of those found in the spine, weaving the tales of all that has happened in the Varden into their totem poles that they value so highly. Going so far as to grant Eragon, who succesfully saw them through one of the greatest trials of their people, the status of a dam and also weaving his story into the fabric which tells of events that have long been forgotten through word of mouth, only residing in the fabled pieces of cloth the urgals dearly treasure. Their race has striven to communicate with the other races much more but it will take a lot of time and effort to alleviate all the misunderstanding that has occurred between them and the other races. It will take more than shared blood and a few battles to alleviate all the problems, but salvation is not so far off in the distance that is unreachable and the Urgal race, at large, can only hope that one of their young is not foolish enough to challenge a member outside of their own race. So far there have been no incidents, as the previous war provided lots of opportunities to prove their honour but this will almost certainly not last long, with the new generation of Urgals needing to prove their worthiness and honour. The only hope is that their part in the dragon-rider pact will lessen their bloodthirstiness, and the annual games will provide ample opportunities to prove their honour. They are currently in negotiations with the Elves, humans and dwarves about the games, with Nar Garzhvog leading the efforts on behalf of the Urgal race, although it will be a few years before the games will be able to start.

The humans, both in Orrin's country and Nasuada's Empire, have striven to stay in contact with the other races, especially the dwarves. As of late, they have not been very successful in maintaing in contact with the elves as they are hard to communicate because of their magical wards around their beloved forrest, and not many elves have ventured beyond the borders instead preferring to recover from the horrors of the war. Which are all the more real and distressing considering they have had few skirmishes in the past 100 years that have resulted in elven deaths. The urgals have also been hard to stay in contact chiefly because they are undertaking a migration towards the plains that Nasuda granted them and they as of yet do not have a dedicated scrying mirror. Nasuada has settled into her role quite comfortably, she still takes Elva wherever she goes as the danger of Galbatorix's spies are still strong, but trade has boomed under her rule. Helen's and Jeod's golden orb, given to them by Eragon, has now been transformed into a vast amount of wealth and as of a result, they now own one of the biggest business's in the whole of Alagaesia, if not the biggest. The magicians are posing less of a threat with a new decree saying that all government figures must be trained to a partial degree in mental defence. There, however, have been a few rogue magicians and Tenga still remains on the loose. King Orrin sent his remaining army to Eoam to capture the city, which happened without a fight, as the lord realised it would be pointless to resist. Surda is now a more prosperous country with the addition of the new cities, almost as much as the empire itself.

Roran, although still grieving from Eragon's departure, has returned home to Carvahall and is participating in the reconstruction effort. His wife and daughter are in good health, and once the town is finished, they will build the castle on top of that little bald hill, just as Roran dreamed in his childhood. Carvahall will be rebuilt to rival cities such as Tierm in granduer and architecture, borrowing ideas from the dwarven city Tronjheim and the elven city of Ellesmera. They will use the things they gained during their time with the Varden, such as allegiances and gold, to buy things needed to return Carvahall to a fully functioning town. But it will be many years before the villagers recover from their experiences in the war, if they ever do.

Roran, as well as probably many other men in the village, will continue to be plagued with nightmares about the men they killed and saw killed. The horrors of war, as Eragon so midly put it, slowly eat away at your soul till there is nothing left but a callous, cold hearted exterior. A vision of returning to a simple farming life, especially after the war they have done, might seem very pleasing, but it will be a lot harder to adjust knowing that you have taken part in a once in a lifetime opportunity let alone that you were in kill-or-be-killed-situations, and by the end of the war, if not by the first battle, you would have killed multiple people. While they may have had many unforgettable experiences that they would be more than likely want to forget, it also served to bind them with people they otherwise might not ever had met, providing a ever so small relief to the damages to the soul when you partake in war. It might even so happen that sometime in the near future, while Arya or other people are taking care of business near the spine, they might drop by and say hello, after all, what good are friends if you don't see them.

Considering their close proximity to Urgals, and their isolation, it is imperative that the villlagers of Carvahall co-operate with any Urgals they come across, as any skirmishes could quickly turn ugly without a higher power to settle dispites. Thankfully, the villagers of Carvahall are not overly prejudiced and they might even have a few friendly visits from Urgals and possibly make friends with some of the more restrained Urgals like Nar Garzhvog, stranger things have happened. If good things come to pass, and there is a decent chance of that happening, the urgals may even form a lasting bond with the Villagers of Carvahall.

Murtagh, having fled Alagaesia for good, well at least for the time being, has now settled in the icy hills north of Du Weldenvarden. He is using the time granted by his self-imposed exile to come to grips with himself about what he did in the course of the war and his life, for never before has he been granted such a long moment of peace, although this could soon to be cut short by his fateful dwelling next to a house of horrors, of which time and most of Alagaesia has forgotten about. Throughout the many years that they will stay there, in that isolated castle buffeted by the icy cold and strong winds, Thorn and Murtagh will come to grips with their ordeal with Galbatorix but they will never be completely healed. It will be many years before they even think of going Eragon's dragon rider city, and many more after that before they contemplate visiting Alagaesia, certainly enough time for the majority of the races to forget their emnity towards him.

After leaving from the river just outside of Urabaen, he slowly made his way north, taking several months to do so. His enhanced journey time, was not only augmented by his slow pace but also the fact that he had to avoid the warded portions of the Elven forest, which took him well out of his way and comprised of the majority of his journey. It took him a considerably lesser amount of time to find a suitable place to settle down, although he did have to consider the added criteria of having a relatively flat open space where he could also eventually build a castle with relative ease. Little does he know that while building his castle he will receive a visit from a strange person who may or may not have known Eragon, and will play a pivotal role in the years to come.

A/N This is my first story and I am not very good at English either, although I am an English native speaker. That said however, reviews are always welcome, it does not matter whether they are positive or negative. Feel free to leave questions in the reviews or PM me. This story is about the rebuilding of life in Alagaesia, and in Eragon's case, beyond. I will try to keep this as canon as possible, but I will eventually in due course make mistakes, feel free to point them out. Plot included!