Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Inheritance Cycle except that which I create.

This book starts where the last official Inheritance book left off – with Eragon, Saphira, Blödgharm and his elves going down the river to the unexplored parts of their world. I have no idea how long it will last or how it will go so don't ask. I don't mind bad reviews but don't hate all over it because it is my first time writing a fanfic.

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or Mortal

The Silver Lining

We are not alone Little One, Saphira had told Eragon. But all he felt was alone. He was leaving all that he had behind. Roran, Katrina, and their child. His niece. He thought her name, Ismira. Such a beautiful name. That and the thought of leaving Arya behind. A line of fire went threw his brain. Was it an enemy or his painful thoughts? He threw his mind out in alarm. Nothing. His mind again started to dwell on leaving Alagaesia. Nasuada and Orik, how could he leave them behind? He knew he would never return but he knew he had to somehow. Tears began to flow. The watery droplets coursed down his face and he felt sobs forming. Before anyone could see, especially Blödgharm, he ran to his room.

He felt Saphira's mind pressing to enter his.

No Saphira, he said. I am to embarrassed by my immature thoughts. Now leave me alone.

He felt a twinge of anger in Saphira's voice as she said, Ah, I see you think the big strong dragon is too mature to be sad? He felt a true sadness come from her. A sadness he felt she may not ever forgive him from causing it to settle on her. If you want me to leave then that is what I shall do.

No! Saphira, that is not what I meant, but it was too late he already felt her presence getting farther away.

"Shadeslayer! Why is Saphira flying away? She knows that we may need her particularly if a Nïdhwalar were to attack. We are only mere miles from the sea," Blödgharm yelled to Eragon.

"I became frustrated and told her to leave me alone, and she took it as me trying to tell her to get out of our lives. I tried to make amends but she ignored me, and if she is going to act like a hatchling then she can leave and I will find a new dragon," Eragon said through gritted teeth.

Blödgharm's face transformed from confusion to anger, "Eragon, I honestly don't know what to say. Both and neither of you are to be blamed. Try calling her back Shadeslayer, else I will turn the boat around and take the Eldunarì and the eggs to the Crags of Tel`Naeìr."

"I can only try to call her though I feel her trying to break our bond. I have done something unforgivable and unmendable. I don't blame her for wanting our bond. She heard what I said just seconds ago and though I am sorry, she doesn't – shouldn't – care."

"Just try Shadeslayer," Blödgharm said retreating back to his original position.

Eragon, frustrated and confused and angered, looked up to the sky and saw a black bird flying through the air that reminded him of Shruikan. He immediately hated it. "Brisingr!"

Fire shot from his palm to the bird making it fall to the sea dead. Eragon also felt a burning sensation on his hip and he thought he smelled smoke. He looked down to his hip and in his scabbard saw his sword, Brisingr, was flaming. Quickly he pulled it out and dipped it in the sea trying to quench the fire.

"Weìse heill!" he shouted at his blistering hip. The bumps disappeared and Eragon knew it was now time to try to make amends with Saphira. He could feel her straining at the bond almost resulting to magic to destroy the love they shared for each other.

Saphira! Eragon shouted to her much like the first time he called her back. I am sorry. If anyone here is a hatchling it certainly is me. Saphira please come back. If not for my sake for Blödgharm's and his elves. Saphira… He missed his dragon.

Saphira heard Eragon and she longed to forgive him but she could not right away. It was easier when they both met for the first time because he was scared, but now he knew better. He must learn from this mistake. She would return… eventually. For now she was going to enjoy a snack of Snalglì from Vroengard.

Now his dragon left him and Blödgharm was on the verge of turning the boat around Eragon felt no hope. Hours passed and Blödgharm did not turn around.

Gray clouded Eragon's mind. Through that gray hid his mind's sun. Hidden in the sun was hope. And hidden somewhere in that hope no matter how far in it may be was Saphira. And then the clouds part ever so slightly letting a ray of hope shine through. A silver lining. And then a roar shook the boat. A roar familiar to Eragon. Saphira's roar. The clouds in his mind didn't seem so terrifyingly dark anymore as hope opened the silver lining even more.