Chapter 1 Grihlim

Author's note. This is a fanfic of what my idea of what would happen after book three of the Inheritance saga. This will loop together and explain more of Eragon's family. This is completly a fan-fiction and I do not own, nor claim to own the Eragon series or any of its affiliations. I would love for you to comment if you enjoyed it. I plan on making this a running series. This is also a slight Oc as one of my characters will join in with Eragon soon enough. *Hint. The story will involve Brom! YAH BROM!*

Eragon had just woken up when Arya rushed into his tent. She was wearing a typical Arya outfit, a tight leather shirt with matching pants. Her brown hair that usually flowed down her neck like water was pinned to her head, giving her a stern aura to her presence.

"You need to get up, Shur'tugal." She commanded in a stern tone. "You have been here here for several days."

Eragon sat up and gave her a scowl. "I always thought I was alone, but then Brom came, and now he is dead. Oromis came and now he is dead!" He was on a verge of tears now. "I am the last of my kind, besides Murtagh," When he spoke that name his voice and features showed his hatred. "And Galbatorix!"

Arya was getting tired of his moppy attitude. "And that Is why you need to get up! You are the last of the free dragon riders, and yet you spend your time whining about everything! We all have lost loved ones, and you are no different, but that does not mean you can neglect your duties because of it! Have you even spoken to Saphira? She has been roaming the south side of Surda for the past few days! You don't even care if she died right now, while you moan about your life do you?"

Once Arya had said that, Eragon had almost snapped. "Not care? How could I not care? Do you realize what that would do to me?" He screamed, his eyes buldging with anger.

Arya stared at Eragon for several seconds, but to her it seemed like hours. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a sounds she stormed out of the tent in anger.

Eragon mumbled under his breath as he decided to get up. She had a point he thought as he looked into a mirror. He had a stubble of a beard growing in the wake of his several days of innactivity. With a few simple words of the ancient language his pre-beard hairs fell to the floor. He slid on a new shirt that Nasuada had placed out for him and slid out of the back of the room, Brisingr on his side.

He started walking toward the south exit of the encampment, but decided not to and headed to the sorceressess tent.

Angela sat in one of the many chairs in the room, stirring a cauldren filled with a golden liquid.

"Ah perfect timing!" Angela said as she stood up to greet Eragon. "I have very important news for you."

Eragon was slightly shocked at her revelation. "News?"

"Yes, my dear, very good news. Arya had instructed me to help allieve your depression with a potion and I"

"Let me guess, you are going to give me something to make me feel good" Eragon interrupted. That was just like Arya to do, plan on druggin him.

"Dear, let me finish. Well I decided to one up her and permenatly get rid of this current issue", she said as she scooped a cup full of the liquid into a bowl. "We are going to defy death."

Eragon looked at the witch in a lucrative stare. "Defy death?"

"Yes. I have been talking with a few of my friends in Ellesmera and we have found a way to reverse an unnatural death."

"But they never found Oromis'es body." Eragon said angrily.

"Lord, you daft child." Angela said, mock scolding him. "Brom!"

*That is the end of chapter one guys. I really hope you like it. Please comment or message me at to give me your intake.*