Man, I cant believe its been so long since I finished Return of the Shurtugal. It honestly hasnt felt like three years. Sorry for the wait, but here it is, the sequel. For now the main title is Legacy, but that may possibly change at some time. Based forty years after Return of the Shurtugal Alagaesia has been florishing with the return of the Riders and Dragons. But and old darkness has once again begun to creep across the land, and its up to the Riders to bring stability once again.

Hope everyone enjoys.


Chapter 1

A smile tugged at the corners of the being's mouth as he stared out the large portal hat separated his offices with that of the outside world. Dragons, some the size of the large houses, others no larger than a fully-grown horse flew back and forth across the land. Atop their necks rested their riders, some slim and fair, others short and gruff, and then there were those that were large towering and fearsome beings. Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Urgals; all living together in peace and comradery. Even after these decades the being never failed to be amazed and awestruck by this fact.

A tapping at his door drew his mind from the world outside his rooms and to the here and now. Turning and clearing his throat he called "You may enter."

A human woman entered. Her hair was a sandy blonde, while her eyes were a forest green color. She carried a purple short sword at her waist which just barely kept from skimming the ground with her short stature. She bowed exclaiming. "Ebrithil."

Eragon smiled and swept his hands in the direction of a pair of chairs that rested before his desk. "You would think after close to thirty years that you would have outgrown that habit Leana."

Leana grinned as she first took unfastened her cloak, placing it on the back of the chair before taking her seat. "It is the proper way to address you master. I may no longer be your student, but you will forever be my master."

"It gladdens me to hear you say that Leana." Eragon said, a slight smudging of pink gracing his cheeks. "How was your flight, you faced no problems returning from Alagaesia?"

Leana scoffed, and she turned to inspect the fairths that lined the wall to her left. "Other than a strong headwind on our second day, no, we faced no problems."

"And everyone has been seen to their new rooms?" Eragon asked, inquiring about the five new riders and dragons that Leana and her Dragon Sanron had escorted to the island.

This time she smirked as she answered. "One or two got more than they may have been expecting. But then again, that's what the Dragons Tail is for isn't it?"

Eragon nodded. The Dragons Tail had been Arya's idea while she had still been the Queen of the Elves and had had her people's greatest magicians sing the ship into shape. It had been close to fifty years since its creation and it still sailed as if it had been created yesterday.

Eragon eyed his student for a long moment before letting out a sigh and fixing her with a stare. "There must have been some reason you came straight here rather than seeking the comfort of your own rooms after a week-long journey."

Leana rose from her chair and crossed the room to stand before coming to a stop before the portal. She eyed the falls that had been covered in ice for last week and sighed. "I don't bring bad news if that is what you think?"

"Then what kind of news do you bring?" Eragon asked, turning in his seat so that he could keep an eye on her.

"Rumors." She answered.

Eragon's eyes hardened as he stood. "What kind of rumors."

"The lord of Palancar Valley has sent word to Lord Larkin of attacks that have been occurring along the road to Therinsford."

Eragon nodded and turned to a map of Alagaesia that he had placed along the length of one wall, and though he knew the valley by heart, he eyed the road. "It could be bandits. Even when I lived there it was not unheard of."

Leana nodded. "That's what the king thought, but I'm not so sure. If it were bandits the victim's bodies would have been looted, but they were not. As far as your nephew's men were able to discern nothing of import had been removed from the bodies."

"You think it could be something else though." Eragon asked her.

"I do, but I do not know how it can be what I think it is. They've been gone for years."

Eragon ran a hand through his hair and let out of a sigh. He had a feeling he knew where she was going with this; and he didn't like where this was going. "We had thought so, but we were never sure for certain. Galbatorix hid them throughout the land during his reign and we were never able to find others than what was below Dras-Leona."

"It can't be anything or anyone else. What do you want done?" Leana asked.

"You can't be involved in this, no human rider can." Eragon held up a hand as saw her prepare to argue. "I was only able to defeat what I did because I had them by surprise. We do not know how many we face, are what state they are in. For now, it's better if face this on the safer side."

Leana nodded, but didn't like his answer. "Who will you send?"

"I'll have to speak with Arya and the council, but Dwarves and Eleves seem to be affected by them the least of all the races. I'll need to speak Gastakv on the matter, but I'm not sure how Urgals can be affected."

Leana nodded and bowed. "I understand Ebrithil, if you don't mind I think I'll take my leave now. The journey has taken its toll on me and I would like to retire to my rooms."

Eragon waved his hand. "Go, though I hope I shall be seeing you in the morning during the council meeting. If you do not mind, I would like for you to recount what you have told me to them so that they may better understand the situation."

She groaned causing Eragon to grin. "You know how much I hate reporting to council. But yes, Sanron and shall be there." Bowing once more she turned and left the room.

Ergaon remained where he stood for a moment before turning back to the portal. Saphira.

I heard everything Little One. The Ra'zac have returned.

It seems that they have.