Chapter 1: A new Rider
It had been fifty years since Eragon left Alegasia to search for a place to raise the future dragons and their riders. Almost all of the eggs had hatched, except for a select few that were still being carted around between the races. They were proving to be harder to hatch than anyone had anticipated, the only knowledge that kept them from worrying is that the perfect riders had still yet to be found which only meant that their ranks would improve with these fine new riders once again. Eragon had not directly spoken with Arya since their emotional departure all of those years ago. She had sent news of the dragons and their new riders but the news was usually relayed to Blodhgarm or one of the other elves. As the years began to pass between them, Eragon began to realize that they were not going to be together in the end after all. He started to completely pour himself into his new riders. The elves compared him to Oromis without a second thought, he was extremely dedicated to his pupils. His various methods educated them in a sense that no other rider had been able to before. The Eldunari, for the most part healed and coherent, taught the history that had long since been forgotten. Even Eragon was able to learn from them and their wisdom beyond comprehension. All was well within the new academy, which had appropriately been named Yawe Ladrin, meaning "open a bond of trust" in the Ancient Language. It was thriving in peace, just how Eragon had always imagined.
Eragon peered into the sky, reaching his thoughts out to Saphira. He sensed her flying through savannah with a few of the other dragons, teaching them proper ways to control their flight. He smiled at the thought of her and how she'd grown both physically and mentally. She had spent at least a decade of their time studying many of the scrolls that Nasuada had sent over from Galbatorix's vast collection. She had also spent the time studying and questioning many of the Eldunari. Eragon felt a surge of pride as he thought of Saphira.
Knowing she was safe, he continued on his walk to the main hall. They were expecting a new rider today, finally able to make the journey after learning under Arya for the past few months. The whole camp was bustling with excitement, it'd been a few years since a new dragon and Rider had joined their ranks.
As he stood in the middle of the the massive hall, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it all. It had taken awhile to complete but with the help of the Eldunari and the elves, it had become something no less than breath taking. They had used the dragons themselves as inspiration, making the halls grand and majestic but with a glittery touch that represented the dragon's scales. Eragon was so lost in his admiration of the hall that he almost missed the approaching man, Danle, a promising Rider that arrived as one of the first new Rider's. His dragon, Camber, was a massive sterling white colour that reminded him of seeing a pearl of the deep. Eragon was glad he'd have Danle there when they welcomed the new Rider. He was very skilled and would be able to help him with the newest one to join their ranks. Eragon smiled at his friend as they said their usual greetings that would make no sense to others. Danle took his place at Eragon's side as they waited.
Finally, after much time had passed, he caught a glimpse of a flicker of colour in the sky. He would have missed it if he had been blinking or not paying attention, meaning that they were still quite aways away. As the object got closer, he noticed that the object seemed to split in two, forming two seperate dragons off in the distant. He couldn't make out details yet but he could tell that one was much larger than the other. After a few minutes he was able to make out the colours of the dragons. The smaller one was a rustic orange colour that reminded him of a sunset over the ocean. The larger one was a dark, emerald green colour. His gut wrenched has he began to discover that the larger dragon was Firnen, Arya's dragon. At that point he heard Saphira land with a loud thud next to him, too fixated on the incoming dragons to actually notice her land. He reached out to Saphira's mind, hoping she would have made sense of it all but her's was just as confused as his own.
Several long minutes passed before Arya and Firnen landed with the new dragon and it's Rider. they soared over them, landing in a grassy area to the left of the hall. Eragon and Danle hopped onto Saphira's wide back, not wanting to waste any more time. Upon reaching them, Eragon's eyes welled with tears for there before him stood Arya, smiling at him with that smile he felt was intended soley for him. She had not appeared to have aged one bit. He hadn't experienced much of aging over the half of a century they were apart but he knew his were dramatic compared to Arya's. He had not even glanced at the new Rider, as his eyes were fixated upon Arya, studying her every feature.
"Greetings Eragon, at last we meet again." She said this with a warm smile he had missed so much. "I'd like you to meet our newest rider, Holda daughter of Nasuada and her dragon, Kason, son of Saphira." Eragon was filled with confusion and joy for he was quickly overwhelmed with questions. Instead of appearing rude he greeted the young girl, who only appeared to be in her early teens, with a warm welcome. After greeting her, he greeting the young dragon with a sense of pride. He heard Saphira humming off to his side, hearing her thoughts of joy radiating from her thoughts. They had always thought that Saphira's egg wouldn't hatch to anyone. It had been fourty five years since she'd finally agreed to letting it be ushered around in the attempt of finding a rider. The thought made her proud that her son had chosen such a noble Rider as his bonded match.