Eragon looked out the window of his hut to the forest below. His mind flashed back to the day they left Alagaésia. Eragon had turned his back on all he had ever known and left to start a new life. He remembered the long weeks he spent on the boat, looking for a place to start a family of dragons. At the end of one day, they had pulled over at the shore and Eragon and Saphira had gone to explore. They discovered the forest, with all its caves and clearings, and the desert.
The place was perfect. Saphira, Eragon and a few of the elves walked to a large cave, where they hatched some of the eggs. Over the next year they trained those dragons and when the dragons had reached the end of their training, they were given a young dragon to mentor. At the end of each year Eragon and the elves would go down to the caves and hatch some more of the eggs until they had all hatched.
Although life with the dragons was fun and interesting, Eragon missed the friends he had made in the land of Alagaésia. He missed Roran, Katrina, Orik, Nasuada, Murtagh and most importantly, Arya and Firnen.
'Master Eragon," the deep voice of Nanira called in Eragon's head. Nanira was the first dragon Eragon and Saphira had hatched and had gotten to know them pretty well.
"Nanira," Eragon said, looking over from the window.
'There is a boat approaching on the river,' the amethyst coloured dragon replied. Eragon sighed and made his way outside with Nanira by his side.
Eragon looked at the landscape. His small hut was built on the edge of a cliff, similar to Oromis's hut. Below the cliff was a forest. In the forest lived the dragons. Eragon and Saphira had hatched and raised each and every egg. Now the dragons were raising their own eggs and the population had risen dramatically.
It had been a few years since anyone had travelled along the river. The last time a boat came, the dragons hid themselves in the forest. Saphira trotted up beside Eragon, opened her mouth and let out a deafening roar. Nanira went to hide in the bushes behind Eragon's hut.
The forest went silent as the dragons hid themselves. Eragon leapt up to Saphira's shoulders. Saphira launched herself into the sky and spiralled high above the boat. Eragon looked over Saphira's shoulder to have a look at the boat.
It was a big boat with three masts. The sails were huge. It reminded Eragon of the boat that Roran and the villagers stole, Dragon Wing. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was very similar to the Dragon Wing.
"Saphira," Eragon said, sending her a picture of the boat and sitting upright again.
'You think?' Saphira asked.
Eragon nodded and she could feel his confidence. Saphira flew lower to the boat. Eragon leaned over again and saw the boat more clearly. There was a young man at the crow's nest looking through a telescope. Nothing much was happening on the deck; a few men resting in the shade, a few men standing around the tiller of the boat, but what caught Eragon's eye was the woman standing on the bow of the boat. Her arms were open wide, wind blowing her long brown hair and her deep green tunic.
A man shouted below, snapping Eragon out of his daydream. Eragon saw the men around the tiller all pointing at Saphira. Suddenly an emerald green shape leaped out of the water and lunched itself at Saphira. Saphira roared and flapped over to meet it.
'Saphira,' a voice shouted happily in Eragon's head. Suddenly Eragon realized who it was.
'Firnen,' Saphira called back, so happy, that no words could possibly describe it.
Firnen met Saphira in the air and they rubbed muzzles. Saphira and Firnen flew down to the boat, where Eragon jumped off. Saphira and Firnen circled overhead.
"Eragon!" a voice, which Eragon never thought he would hear again, called. Eragon spun around to see the young man climbing down from the crow's nest. "Roran!" Eragon cried, running over to his cousin. They hugged quickly.
"Eragon, is that really you?" a soft voice asked behind him. Eragon spun around once again to see the woman from the bow of the boat, walking over to him.
"Arya," Eragon breathed. "You – you look amazing."
"As do you," Arya replied. "So where have you been hiding out all these years?"
"Around here. I'll show you," Eragon replied. 'Saphira, could you please ask the dragons to come?'
Saphira roared overhead, shaking the boat. All the dragons flew out of the forest and over the boat. It was like a rainbow, but louder. The beating of the wings of all the dragons drowned out any chance of conversation.
Eragon looked over at Arya and her face was a mask of wonder and awe. She turned to look at him and he met her gaze. Once the dragons had all returned to the forest, Arya spoke. "Eragon, that was amazing."
"I know," Eragon replied. "This is what Saphira and I have been doing all these years."
"Eragon?" another voice called. Eragon spotted a girl skipping over. "Hi," she said smiling sweetly.
"I'm Eragon," Eragon said.
"I am Ismira, daughter of Roran and Katrina," Ismira said.
"The last time I saw you was when you were a tiny baby," Eragon chuckled. Ismira beamed. "Would you like to stay with us for the night?" Eragon asked.
Roran looked at Arya and they both burst out laughing. "What?"
"Eragon, you silly little boy," Roran scolded. "We came to find you."
The men beached the boat on land and everyone got out. Eragon recognized most of the people. That night, Eragon set up a bonfire. Orik cooked the last of the meat they had on board and they all sang songs around the fire. Saphira and Firnen sat over to one side, sharing a deer. Ismira seemed fascinated by Nanira.
Eragon was laughing at a joke Orik told. He looked up at the sky, loving life. Suddenly, pain shot through his head and the whole world went black.
Okay so, I've written stories for warriors but this is the first story I have done for Inheritance Cycle.
Please review. I appreciate some constructive critisism but please NO FLAMES!
I will update after I get a few reviews,
~Hawktalon
