A/N: I do not own any part of Eragon; all views expressed are completely fan based.

Summary: It has been 100 years since Eragon and Saphira left for a new land. The riders had grown to be many and the land was peaceful again.

Arya glanced over the forest of Du Weldenvarden from upon Firnen. Her heart longed for Eragon; it had been such a long time. The years had been slow and much had happened. The riders were at some formidable strength now; there were at least five riders of every race and many wild dragons. Eragon had found mountains that extended far across land that wasn't inhabited by any other race. There was plenty of animals for the dragons to hunt for food, and the location was good for dragon eggs. Eragon had built a grand dwelling for all the dragons and their riders. It was called Iadrin Verma, Open Heat, for the place was always warm due to a great oven-furnace that was rigged underneath the building for the dragon eggs.

Arya was debating giving her crown to another to properly help train new riders and dragons. Yet her people still needed her, a hundred years was but a blink to the elves. It was just that everyday spent without Eragon was like agony. She tried to suppress her feelings, she had a lot of time in which to hide her emotions. Firnen's emotions echoed hers almost as strongly if not stronger. He missed Saphira; memories of their short time together would flit through his link to her.

She sighed as she leaned against one of the ancient trees. Firnen landed close to her and came and rested his nose against her shoulder. She reached up and rubbed the scales underneath his jaw. He hummed in contentment, "Don't dwell too much on what could of been." he rumbled to her. She smiled and looked at him affectionately, 'I know..'

Eragon was astride Saphira's back; they were flying over Iadrin Verma. The stone dwelling was a grand design, sung from the rocks of the mountain. There were a few other dragons flying on this nice day as well. One of them was a cobalt blue with white splotches on its flank; his name was Attor, he was a dragon that didn't breathe fire but spit acid. It was an interesting discovery and one that led to a patched up floor. He had hatched shortly after Iadrin Verma was established. He roared at Saphira in a friendly greeting; which she returned. Then he veered off in search of lunch; deer were plentiful in the forest surrounding the mountain.

Eragon and Saphira were taking a flight over the sea; there was an island they had found a few months ago. Scheria is what they were calling it for now, it was as large as Vroenguard was. They were thinking of re-establishing the riders headquarters here. That way when people finally feel the need to move across the land, the dragons will always have a place that is just for them...

They reached Scheria around mid-day, the ocean was calm and a deep-blue color. Saphira landed in an open field; there were trees that towered almost as high as mountains. Their branches blew slightly in the ocean breeze. They walked together exploring every nook and cranny of the island. There wasn't as much wildlife here as there was around Iadrin Verma; but the route to the mainland wasn't very far. The older dragons could help get food for the fledglings if needed.

Saphira thrummed with contentment, 'The place is grand Eragon. The young ones will be safe if a situation arises to where they would be in danger.'

'That's true... we need to assemble all the riders. I would like to hear everyones opinion on this. For it is an important decision that shouldn't be made lightly. I will send word to Arya requesting that she gather the riders and bring them here...'

A/N: This is just a short little taste of what i'm putting together. Thought i'd put it up and see what everyone thinks. Thanks for reading :)