Fairths of sadness, and fairths up above
Eragon looked upon the fairth through tear filled eyes; it was the last he would see of alagaësia, to properly breath its air, to walk upon its now free of war land.
He was only just that of a man, only just, yet the full implications of killing galbatorix had only now sunk in; he was, perhaps, the most powerful being to roam the world, which, only recently, he discovered to be round.
The gentle rocking of the elvish boat Talíta had finally deemed rough enough for Eragon to notice, his present grief which was still fresh in his veins clouded his normally alert mind. He cursed silently as he looked back on the many times he had promised to be more alert, to stay aware of all things, yet his mind was still in need of more training. In which, he still was gaining tutage.
After what was just a week, Eragon grew bored of the waves of the ocean, the constant straight lined visage that the ocean-view seemed only but pleased to offer. Instead, Eragon decided to enquire more knowledge from that of the Eldunarí, to explain memories that the dragons had pushed upon him from the flight from vroengard; the island that once held the city of the riders.
Their memories were things of great and interesting topics, some of use, and some of great power. The eldest of the dragons, Valdr, had once explained how the smallest building blocks of the earth known in the ancient language as slíëat, could be split in half, producing great amounts of energy, the same could be done by putting two slíëat together, however it was less effective for gaining energy. Valdr often spoke in almost in-understandable forms, being partial to speaking with feelings, smells, imagery and emotions, and when Eragon still could not understand a concept after many metaphors, umarouth* would interrupt, substituting abstract thoughts for the solid, powerful old tongue.
Casting aside his dreadful mood, Eragon reached out for his partner-of-heart-and-mind, saphira, the beautiful blue dragon was currently underneath him, feeding upon a school of fish complaining, "their bony spines make most of their body" as she did about fish most frequently. He spoke with her briefly, with no recognisable language but in a stream of unconscious connection. Eragons eyes closed to see the world from under the water, the scurrying fish not near enough a match for the fast moving dragon that pursued them.
Through their connection, Eragon could feel the Eldunarí keeping their minds wide open in case of any strange lurking monsters that may reside in the deep, much to the objection of Saphira, who was certain of her capabilities. However the precautions were without heed; Saphira rose out of the ocean like that of a fantastic dolphin, water spraying in all directions.
Eragon finally decided to emerge from his bed, and beheld his room. Cramped though it was, he was grateful for it, the boat did not need to store anything other then the Eldunarí and the dragon eggs. So all the elves on board were able to have rooms to reside in. The food grew from the ships masts, sung out by a young elf by the name of Eíthearest, which meant wind flow in the ancient language. All through the day one could hear her soothing voice sail across the boat as she sung to the plants that grew out of the many out branching planks on the ship. She often drew power from an Eldunarí called sethstíà - or night cloud in the old tongue. The Eldunarí was one of the dragons enslaved to galbatorix, and was the first to be coaxed out of insanity by the other free dragons, and often loved to listen to Eíthearest sing, her ever-changing melodies kept him in a pleasant mood, and he often fed her with energy so that she never waxed or waned in her singing.
Beholding his appearance in in the mirror, Eragon recited the incantations needed for him to shave, and the hair fell off like so many loose leaves of a tree.
Making his way up to the deck Eragon could hear the soft crooning voice of Eíthearest and her singing, he greeted her and she stopped briefly, wishing eragon a pleasant day, and he that the stars shine brightly for her. She then offered him a basket full of freshly-sung fruit and seeds which he accepted with gratefulness.
After landing, Saphira watched him from one of the top most masts, once again questioning him about his diet of choice, consisting of only fruit and vegetables. "Well" he said, swallowing the last of his elderberries, the tart taste soon fading from his mouth "at least there are no bones in fruit." She admitted to this, stating that the sooner she could feed off the bovines of the land, the better.
It was then that Blödhgram approached Eragon "are you feeling up to it now? The Eldunarí are tethered to Saphira and are ready to depart." His pointed teeth showing in some of the words he spoke, his main-like hair rippling in the chill of the ocean breeze. Eragon considered him for a moment. The departure he referred to was that for Eragon and the Eldunarí as well as Saphira to head to the very top of the earth, and to make fairths and later to make maps so that the crew of the Talíta could make baring for a continent or island, one large enough for the rebirth of the dragon race. "Yes, I believe I am." Eragon said slowly, as if pondering the nature of each one.
"Perfect, then the other elves and myself will then start with putting wards around you." Blödhgram spoke in a neutral tone, though a slight purr in his voice suggested he was pleased, for it had been three days since the proposition was raised by Saphira, seconded by Gleadr and refused by Eragon, who was at that point in no mood to do anything.
Saphira glided down to the deck by which Eragon climbed on to her, tethering him self to her. The Eldunarí were in a concealed space behind saphira, the opening to their pocket in space an infinitesimally small speck.
The three and thirty elves gathered around Eragon and chanted various wards around him, some, Eragon could tell, were crafted by some of the dragons, this was becuase their meaning was unclear; asking for strange things, using the ancient phrasings for the spell.
To Eragons inner eye, he could see a vast stream of energy seeping into Saphira, her muscles tingled with the energy within.
"Are you ready?" She said, excitement was the shade of her thoughts.
"Of course" he replied.
Without a seconds notice she lept into the air, her massive wings buffeting the älfa around her. With the energy from the eldunarí she never flagged or wore out, her energy being replaced by the hundreds of Eldunarí that were present.
In seconds the ship talíta shrunk into the blue it surrounded, the great swirling tempest of energy that fed saphira kept her going to greater heights. She quickly found a wind current that propelled her even further upward, due to the keen watch of Gleadr.
As ten minutes past Eragon decided to cast a spell to protect both he and Saphira from freezing, keeping air around them, and letting stale air out. The earths horizon subtly started shifting from its normal straight sides to a curve, a continent from the east started to appear, its green sprouting like arms ready to embrace the world. /well, we made it Eragon said.
/as you knew we would. Saphira replied.
For ten minutes Saphira flew around in neither the clouds nor the stars while Eragon made fairths of what he saw, making sure that his observations were accurate and succinct. He then cast wards around the fairths allowing them to sustain damage through falling. He was halfway through wording a phrase when he felt his whole body shiver, as if something was staring down his neck, peering into his inner being. He thought he heard a whisper, sounding familiar, like the music of thoughts, something Erie, distant yet intimately familiar.
Saphira felt in his mind the shock that he felt "little one!" She cried, her thoughts tainted with worry. "Are you ok?" She said.
Eragon replied curtly, too formally for one he was so intimate with.
"Fine, are we going to descend?" He replied, and through their connection she could feel his worry, and he similarly could tell that she was not convinced.
The made their decent, all the while Eragon communed with the wisdom of the dragons, asking them what had happened up there.
Their conclusion was simple, "someone said your true name, but not only that, remember that one can use magic with just one word and guide that word to do much more then that. Someone wanted to communicate with you or perhaps experience you by saying your name. But theres little that would do them now, your name has changed."
Descending down further and then onto the ship eragon undid all the wards protecting them from the harms of the heavens an took the Eldunarí from their pocket in space using a magic to transport them all to their room, the magic ebbed at his strength severely, but he didn't care, he would do what was needed.
He knew who said his name.