Disclaimer: well first off I do not own anything of Eragon…. Not even the books (TT) also I don't own Legend of Dragoon except for the copies of their game. So please don't kill me for making a fan fiction of them.

Note: This is my first time actually making a real fan fiction and actually gonna post it up. So comments or anything would be great. Plus, why did I decide to make a crossover with Eragon? AND Legend of Dragoon? Well I just thought these two would be the perfect crossover, since Eragon and Legend of Dragoon was about dragons so why not? And also I would like to thank everybody who read this because well… it's my first and that's all I have to say

Eragon: Dragoon Saga

Prologue

He stood there, breathing heavily. His body was tense and fingers numb. What he had just done was something even he could not believe. In front of him was a man, a man of great power and strength. A man that was feared by all and who had caused him much pain and sorrow, but now this man stands in front of him coughing torrents of blood. With a smile he said his final words, "amazing… truly amazing… you have defeated me…" he slowly backed away, revealing a fatal wound on his chest, "I guess… this is the end… man cannot turn his face away from death… heh, even I have to face that fact, even you… Eragon…" with that he collapse onto the floor.

"I know Galbatorix…" Eragon said, "but I will face it when the day comes… unlike you." with that Eragon leaves the body of the once mighty man, Galbatorix. Eragon slowly walks down the stairs of the castle of Uru - Baen. His body ached but he didn't care, it was finally over, the war is over and they had won. As he approaches the end of the stairs he saw his brother, Murtagh. Tears filled his eyes; finally his long lost brother was freed of Galbatorix's command. Murtagh sat on the ground his back against Thorn, his dragon. Many injuries can be seen all over his body from their battle a while back. Using what's left of his energy he quickly ran up to his brother to help him up. At first Murtagh refused to be helped, but reluctantly gave in at the end. "It's over Murtagh, we've won," Eragon said as they walked together.

"It may be over…" Murtagh began, "but what about me? I know the others will never forgive me for what I've done… especially Nasuada…"

That made Eragon smile, "Just what are you talking about? She will definitely forgive you, trust me I would know. And the others… I'm sure in time they will learn to forgive, but don't worry I'll be there to protect you."

Murtagh looked at Eragon trying to see if this was all just some rouse he made up, but it wasn't, the look in his eyes told Murtagh that he would protect him, "thank you… brother."

As they made it to the bottom of Uru - Bean, Eragon can see that the battle has also ended with the Gardens winning. "ERAGON!" a voice called in the distance. A dark figure started running toward them then, pause as though in shock of the person next to him. "MURTAGH!" the voice cried, louder then before. It was Nasuada who was running up to them. Before Eragon can say anything she leaped at both of them and gave each a hug. "I'm so glad your okay Eragon… and Murtagh! Your alive…" she wrapped her arms around him, not noticing the painful expression on his face, "I'm so glad…"

Eragon decided to leave them alone; he knew that right now there were only two things he wanted to see, Saphira, his dragon, and Arya. As though responding to his thoughts, he felt Saphira's presence closing in on him. "Little one!" Saphira yelled in his mind as she dived down onto the battlefield. Eragon looked up to see a giant figure of a blue scaled dragon diving down straight to him. As she got closer Eragon noticed many wounds on her shiny blue scales.

"Saphira, are you hurt? Do you need my help to heal you?"

"Do not worry little one, I can tend on my own. You are too tired to be treating me. You should go check on Arya instead." Saphira said with an almost teasing tone.

Eragon gave her a hug as she landed and nodded his head to her suggestion. "I think I will do that, take care Saphira." A low grunt can be heard from Saphira, showing her response, and then Eragon dashed off into the battlefield.

As he passed by many soldiers, some wounded and some helping others carry the bodies of the dead, he could not spot Arya anywhere. He finally found her healing some of the wounded along with some of her elf companions. Relief fell over Eragon. Arya notice him approaching so she to stopped at her task and headed toward his direction. "Eragon…" she said as she stopped in front of him. After looking at him she continued, "It's glad to know that you are alive, but injured…here I'll help heal your injuries"

"No it's alright Arya, you should worry about yourself as well Arya," Eragon said as he looked on the wound on her stomach. It wasn't a fatal one, but he still insisted.

Arya smiled at that, "Thank you Eragon, but you must be tended to first. You have just… defeated the strongest man in all of Alageasia, which was something even we elves couldn't do. You have grown, you are no longer the child that saved me in Gilead nor the teenager that confessed his love for me… no, you have become a man."

"Thank you Arya…" Eragon didn't know what else to say, this was the first time he had seen her show such emotion and so openly as well. "I - I must be going now, I need to report back to Nasuada. We shall discuss what happened when we all meet up."

With that Eragon left and headed back toward Nasuada, but before he got out of sigh Arya yelled back. "ERAGON!" he turned around to look at her, "I - I'm glad you're alright…"

He smiled, "Thank you Arya." with that he turned and left.

The sun had just setted and everyone are now either resting from the day's battle or still trying to help the wounded. While this was going on, a conversation was going on in a tent. They were all in Nasuada's tent, Nasuada, Eragon, Arya, Orrin, Murtagh, and Roran. It was the first time after the battle that they had all met together. "So…" Roran began, "it's over now… we have won."

"Yes the war is over," Nasuada began, "after all these years… the Vardens have finally won. Tell me Eragon, what happened when you left to face Galbatorix?"

Eragon was silent for a moment, but then he began, "This will be a pretty long story… so I suggest you all be prepared."

While Eragon told his story, in a far off coast down in Surda, a stream of light can be seen falling for the sky. At first it seemed like a shooting star, but it got bigger and bigger until it impacted onto the shore. Dust surrounded the area. When it cleared a figure stood on the shore. The figure stood, examining its surrounding. Its long hair swerved back and forth as it turned its head and its pointed ears moved side to side. It was a female elf. The only thing unusual of this elf was its wings sticking out of its back, and the armor the elf wore was shiny white. It glittered in the dark. The elf began to walk; as she walked her armor began to disintegrate into the air exposing a green tunic and pants on her. On the side of her hip was a small brown bag. Then a bright light flashed behind her and there stood a silver dragon.

"Amazing… we actually made it here…" The dragon spoke telepathically to her.

"Yes Lilith, you shouldn't think lowly of the winglies technology." she said.

"Hump, I know but to be able to travel such distance in a short amount of time… didn't you have even just a little bit of doubt that this might have failed Elfuine?"

"A little… but at least we made it, now we must hurry the Virage could have already awakened…"

"Your right, we have no time to waste, I can feel its presence north of where we are."

"Alright we must hurry then."

With that Elfuine jumped onto Lilith and together they flew off into the horizon.

Well what do you think? I wasn't really content with the last ending of the prologue so I decided to edit it a little, now it would make better sense as to how I will be planning this out. I shall try to put up the first chapter soon enough so please be patient!