Four years . . . quite a long time since Finca Lightscales and her human partner Tamli Nekita saved our lands. The quiet rustling of grass causes me to sigh and remind myself of Finca, her final wish and the final gift she gave to all of us. She alone saved Alagaesia from being ruled by Galbatorix forever. She stopped him and freed me from his control. I thank her for that. She also gave us a new generation of dragons, however only one has hatched.
Her black son Eon and his elf rider Vanir visit on a regular basis but it is not enough to fill the wounds left from her death. I was supposed to be her mate! We were supposed to live and give Alagaesia the next generation of dragons but no! Nira, a demonic spirit that had sent Finca and Tamli here, had to interfere. If it had not been for him, Finca and I would be giving back to this land in the form of offspring.
Finca alone saw my need to be set free and so she saved me and destroyed the King in one visit. Uru'baen, the once might fortress of the Empire, is now in ruins. After Finca and Tamli left us, the Varden went and destroyed the city while I watched from afar. I lay down and growl in pleasure as the sun warms me. This field that I lay in was were Finca and Tamli died.
I will never forget that. Her death and Tamli's death echoed through the land and now I need to be alone. This field does good for me because most never come here. They know that this field once contained dragon's blood and as such they leave this place be. Of course I witnessed Finca's death.
Her final words still echo out to me. Those words that spoke so much. She wanted to die. She also wanted Tamli to continue living here but that did not turn out as she planned. I unfold my right wing and lick some dust of its black surface.
After that one is done then I proceed to the next one. The only sound is that of the wind, which has been rather strong lately, not like I mind though. The sudden crunch of boots startles me. I turn, my yellow eyes blazing with my fiery temper. Who dares to challenge me in this field?
They know that this is Finca's resting place and yet they come to disturb it? My gaze finally stops on the approaching form of Eragon Shadeslayer and his blue female dragon Saphira Brightscales. What are they doing here? I sit up, my attention perked. What reason do Eragon and Saphira have for coming to meet with me?
The two stop for some time and I can only guess that they are speaking to each other through their mental bond. That is only a guess but I suppose it is the only idea that makes sense.
Shruikan?
This voice is that of the blue female Saphira. Ah her voice sings to me of Finca's own beautiful musical tone. A tone that could lure me to sleep but at the same time could command a whole army to charge straight into a battlefield of war. I shake my head and growl under my breath. Why do I think of Finca now?
Those memories pain me and make it hard to sleep at night even though four years have past since she died. Eragon and Saphira draw nearer but stop once more to speak with each other. Those two are connected strongly. Not just by the mental bond but by an emotional one as well.