Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon or any of the characters they're Paolini's.

Prologue

I barely recognize my self any more

Thought the young rider as he peered himself on his armor as he saw a young elf like boy in it. It was 3 years since he had trained with the Mourning sage, three years after he received the gift of the dragons, and three years since he was betrayed from his own family, and Eragon was never same again.

Are you ok little one?

Yea… He replied glumly

The third battle is about to start. Nasuada is gathering her armies.

Eragon grunted. Somehow, he didn't have the urge to battle.

I'll see you again… brother.