This is just a bunch of very short one-shots, drabbles and etc… most are totally different stories, some are AU, others canon. Anyways…enjoy!
Sometimes Eragon would just look back and remember.
All the people he had taught all the dragons with shimmering scales he had seen.
It had been many years now, he was very old.
Angela's prediction of long life had been accurate. Roran and Katrina were long dead, of old age passing away sleepily in each other's arms. Nasuada had been a great queen and her tomb was renowned for its beauty. Ismira, his niece whom he had met only a few times in her life time was also dead, the only reason her face wasn't entirely lost in the ravages of time was that he had made a fairth of her so he could remember.
Yet he lived on, teaching and helping and correcting.
That was the path he had chosen.
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