Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction so dont be too harsh! I thought the ending of Inheritance was lacking a bit so wrote something to follow on. Hope you like it and please review with what you think :)

Christopher Paolini owns everything except Tamerra and the island.

As he rounded the top of the mountain, he saw it far below him; the new city of the dragon riders. It was larger than he had anticipated and it held a strange beauty to it, his brother had done surprisingly well here and even though he was a little uneasy, he was looking forward to seeing him again. It had been just over five years since Murtagh and Thorn had left Alagaesia and all of the people they once knew behind, and they both knew that a lot could have changed in that time. The pair circled around the large island for a while, before making their way to the coastline; the island was oval shaped with two large peaks at both ends, and a lake in the middle, surrounded by forest. Eragon really had found the perfect place for the new generation of dragons and their riders.

As the dragon and rider touched down to the ground with ease, the rider hopped down and gazed around with trepidation, not noticing at first the small child standing at the edge of the clearing, her head cocked to the side as she gazed at the man and his dragon in interest. Thorn noticed her first and nudged Murtagh in her direction, who started at the sight of the small child. She was tiny and had curly blond hair, with startling blue eyes, and was a spitting image of Eragon. She stepped forward,

"You are Uncle Murtagh aren't you?" she shifted her gaze onto Thorn, "And you must be Thorn, everybody says you are very scary, but you don't look that scary." She regarded them thoughtfully, but with an intelligence Murtagh was unused to seeing in one so young.

"How . . . how do you know who we are? And who are you?" Murtagh asked looking confused and slightly alarmed.

"Oh, my name's Tamerra, and that's easy, we have a picture of you in our house, one that my Papa made, and he talks about you all the time. He tells me lots of stories about how brave you were." The small child's face lit up as if remembering a particular favourite story. Murtagh had opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a stressed looking Eragon bursting through the trees and into the clearing,

"Tamerra, there you are, how many times have I told you not to wonder off . . ." his voice trailed off as he caught site of the big red dragon and his rider, and for a minute stared open mouthed at his brother, before his face split into a wide grin and he laughed.

"Murtagh, you have returned," Eragon approached him, "I'm so glad to see you." He reached out and embraced his brother, taking him somewhat by surprise, but Murtagh returned the gesture, seemingly relieved that Eragon had not charged straight at him with his sword! When Eragon stepped back he turned to Thorn,

"And Thorn as well, you have grown a lot, you are even bigger than Saphira, which is saying something!"

"Ummmm, excuse me, are you trying to say I'm fat?" An indignant Saphira dove out of the sky and landed gracefully beside them, before fixing an accusatory stare on Eragon, who just laughed,

"Of course not, I knew that you would eat me if I said that."

Saphira snorted, "Actually I probably would have just thrown you off the cliff, humans aren't very tasty you know."

Eragon chuckled and turned to the girl who was now standing next to him, he put his hand gently on her small head, before turning back to his brother, "I see you have met my daughter, but I will introduce you anyway. Murtagh this is your niece Tamerra Selena," Murtagh glanced up in surprise, eyebrows raised, Eragon shrugged, "It seemed to fit. And Tamerra this is you Uncle Murtagh."

Tamerra looked up at her father, nodding, "I know that, but he looks different from the picture on the wall." Eragon smiled at her observance, and replied with an affirmative, noting for himself that Murtagh did indeed seem different, happier and more at peace with himself.

Murtagh turned then to Eragon, "You have found the perfect spot, and the city looks amazing from the air."

Eragon chuckled, "Thank you, it has taken many years of hard work but it is pretty much finished now. Would you like a tour around? Or would you like to find somewhere to drop your bags and rest for a while?"

Murtagh glanced at Thorn, "Well, I'm sure Thorn would like to take the saddle and saddle bags off, if you have somewhere for us to put them, but then a tour of the city would be good."

"Ok, excellent, come with me, we can put your bags in the house, and then head down to the city." He held out his hand for his daughter, who skipped merrily alongside them, chatting constantly, telling Murtagh all about the new secret hideaway that she had found. He listened with an expression that was a mixture of amazement and bemusement on his face as he listened to her and turned to Eragon, his eyebrows raised, but Eragon just smirked and shook his head slightly, smiling.

Once they had deposited Murtagh's bags they set off in pursuit of the city, Eragon explaining on the way a bit about the island and their home,

"When we first arrived here, we all lived together, but as more and more riders arrived, and then Tamerra as well, I thought we should have something a bit more private and separate from everyone else. We spend most days down in the city anyway, but it allows us some privacy."

Murtagh looked thoughtful, "But what about the dragons, where do they sleep and live?"

"Well," Eragon replied, "All the riders' rooms are built with enough space to house a dragon comfortably but there are caves in the mountains, where many dragons have made their own nests."

"Ahhhh," Murtagh nodded, "And the other elves that went with you, what about them?"

"All of them live in or at least very close to the city, but quite a few have other places around the island as well, which they can retreat into if they want some privacy."

"And how many riders have you got here at the minute?" Murtagh asked.

"At the moment, we have twelve, but our two newest riders have only just arrived." Eragon responded, but when Murtagh looked puzzled he continued, "We send two new eggs over to Alagaesia every year, and when they have grown large enough to fly over here, they come back and join us."

Eragon stopped there however as they were just about to round the top of the hill that lead down to the city and he wanted to watch his brother's reaction when he saw it for the first time. Sure enough he didn't disappoint and as they reached the top, Murtagh gasped and stared down in amazement. Eragon had to admit, it was an incredible sight. At the heart of the city was a great hall, one so large at least fifty dragons could have fitted in at the same time, with large open windows and a beautifully decorated roof. This was surrounded by other smaller buildings, although still enormous, a practice ground and a massive field which stretched all the way down to the lake. The doors, you could see, even from there, were big enough to fit two big dragons side by side through them. As Eragon gazed down on what he had created, an feeling of pride and satisfaction entered his mind, but he was interrupted from his musings by the tinkling sound of his daughter's laugh, and he turned to see her giggling behind her hand at her uncle who still stood open mouthed, staring at the city below him.

Eragon joined in with her laughing, and said, "Not bad, huh?"

Murtagh snorted, "I don't think anyone could have done better."

Eragon looked at him doubtfully, "Well, I don't know, but when you have seen the whole city, then you can say that. Come on." He gestured down and the three of them together proceeded to walk down the hill, and into the city.

As they strolled around the city, Murtagh noticed the sheer size and scale of the place. The city was centred around a big square, which lead onto the main hall, where he was told, meetings, welcoming ceremonies and most importantly meals, were held; the Library, holding hundreds of books about magic, dragons, the history of Alagaësia and many other things beside; the Armoury, which lead onto the practice field; and the house of Blödhgarm, one of the elves who had accompanied Eragon, who had been named Ebrithil of the city. In the middle of the square was a beautiful tree, sung by the elves and Eragon, dedicated to all those who had died in the war between the Varden and Galbatorix, so that others could have peace and freedom, with a plaque in front of it saying, in the ancient language, Let them not have died in vain. Further out were many classrooms, where the riders learnt everything from magic to the life cycle of a plant. Further out still from the main square were the riders' quarters. Each one had a set of rooms to themselves and their dragons, with a bathroom, a bedroom and a study. Murtagh found it strange that they all ate together, but when he voiced this, Eragon replied that it was the best way to get everyone together on a regular basis, which was a fair point. As they wandered around, Murtagh was introduced to everyone they saw, and he found it very strange listening to Eragon being addressed at Master by all of his students. In all of these introductions though, he was met with not anger and fear, but with wonder and awe, which disarmed him more than anything else had before.

He eventually had enough of this and turned to Eragon, "What is this? Have you spread the word that I am some sort of god? Why is everybody being so nice? Even the dwarves are!"

Eragon chuckled slightly, "Well, when you left you said you would return when the world no longer felt so hateful, and so I made it known that without you Galbatorix would never have been killed, so that when you did come back, you would be treated with the respect you deserved."

Murtagh looked at him stunned and with another emotion Eragon couldn't name, "You really did that for me? But I betrayed you and killed Hrothgar and Oromis and Gleadr, why?"

Tamerra, who had been otherwise quiet, chose this moment to interrupt the conversation, "Isn't that obvious, silly, you're his brother and he loves you, like he loves me and Saphira, duh!" She was looking up at him like he was stupidest thing ever, and Eragon chuckled, "I couldn't have said it better myself, nice one kiddo." He grinned at his daughter who smiled widely back at him.

"Honestly Murtagh, don't look so surprised, that's only what I've been trying to tell you for the last five years." Thorn spoke from above, amused, but Murtagh only tuned to Eragon and said,

"Thank you," he glanced up at his brother, "That means a lot to me."

Eragon smiled softly and changed the subject, "Come on it is nearly time for evening meal and I can introduce you properly." At this Murtagh groaned but reluctantly followed Eragon back to the main hall.

Dinner was better than expected for Murtagh; he had met all of the riders and their dragons. They were a lively bunch but Eragon looked like he was in his element, he loved being a teacher and a mentor to the new generation of the riders, Murtagh could see it in his eyes and so could all of his pupils. It was one of the reasons everybody loved him so much, he was always there if you needed him and he always took time to get to know each individual, even the dragons, properly. Murtagh also noticed this trait in Tamerra, nobody seemed to be able to resist her, they all loved her and she had them wrapped around her little finger, even her father . . . especially her father. The trio were currently heading quietly back home, Eragon carrying a sleeping Tamerra, with Saphira and Thorn circling above them. Murtagh was reliving some of the evening, distinctly remembering the moment when Eragon stood up and announced his arrival,

"Tonight, we have a very important guest with us. I would like to welcome, to our humble home, my brother Murtagh and his mighty dragon Thorn, without whom we would not be here today." At this the riders and elves burst into applause, grinning and talking among themselves, honoured to meet the legend they had heard so much about. Later on in the evening, something similar had happened: The meal had finished and the inhabitants of the island were talking in small groups around the great hall, when a young human rider approached Murtagh and Eragon. He bowed slightly to Eragon, saying Master, to which Eragon replied, "Welcome, Hythan, how are you doing today? Has your arm recovered from yesterday's sparring incident?"

The boy smiled and nodded, "Yes, thank you master, it is much better."

Eragon nodded, "Excellent. I would like to introduce you to my brother, Murtagh, who will be with us, hopefully, for some time."

Hythan turned to Murtagh and bowed, "Welcome, Murtagh-elda, it is an honour to meet you."

Murtagh smiled at him and inclined his head, "Thank you, it is an honour to meet you to. Do you enjoy learning here with my brother as your teacher?"

Hythan smiled wider, "Oh yes, I love it here, with all the space and freedom, and Eragon-elda is an amazing teacher, but I do miss my family and friends."

This happened several more times before Eragon eventually declared dinner over and that the riders should retire to their chambers to rest. Murtagh had never before received this amount of awe and wonder, and it had slightly unsettled him, but it was definitely a nice change from the hatred and venom he was used to and had expected to come back to. Eragon welcoming him with open arms had changed his perception about a lot of things, and Tamerra especially had made him rethink who his brother was. He had many questions for him but knew they could wait until another time; he planned to be here on the island of Dras'Nuanen Mor'ranr, which he was told meant The City of Beautiful Peace, an apt name he thought, for a while and Eragon would tell him when he was ready.

"You have grown in wisdom, my friend." Thorn spoke solemnly in his mind, but Murtagh shrugged and sighed, "Maybe, but maybe I have just learnt to see clearly that what was clouded by my anger and pain." Thorn chuckled, "Murtagh, they are the same thing." Murtagh smiled slightly and as he realised the truth in the words, a deep peace came over him and he felt himself relax. Thorn hummed contently, relieved that his rider had eventually let go of some of the pain he had clung onto, and for the first time in a long time, dragon and rider were truly at peace with themselves.

As they rounded the next hill, and entered the house, Murtagh looked around with interest. Eragon and Tammerra's home was very simple, but was homely and welcoming. All over the walls were fairths and pictures, some by Eragon, in which he recognised many people or places that they had once known or visited, all tinged with sadness and longing, but others were paintings and drawings, obviously done by Tamerra, of dragons and people, which were happy and innocent. One in particular caught his eye, and he continued to gaze at it, so intently that he didn't notice when Eragon came and stood next to him, until he spoke,

"Do you mind?" Murtagh raised a questioning eyebrow at him and Eragon elaborated, "Having a picture of you on the wall?"

Murtagh cocked his head to the side, "No, not particularly. It is just that I think of that day very differently, and not so kindly, that moment however, I had not remembered until now." The painting was the two of them, clasping forearms, looking for once, like the brothers they were, on the battlefield of the battle of Farthen Dûr, sharing a moment of victory and companionship.

Eragon looked thoughtful at Murtagh's comment, "It was a bad day for me too, but you were not killed and now you are free, so I try to only remember the good parts, and not dwell on the bad."

"He is wise, my friend." Thorn spoke tiredly from the other side of the house, where he was curled up with Saphira, "You would do well to try that too." Murtagh grunted in acknowledgement, thinking that it was easier said than done, but Thorn overheard this and decided to intervene,

"Of course it will be hard, what good things come easy?"

"And why are you suddenly being so sentimental today?" Murtagh grumbled, but he was secretly pleased that like him, his greatest companion, was no longer filled with anger and hatred.

"Being here." He said shortly, but continued, "Goodnight my friend, don't stay up too late talking."

"Alright, mother." Murtagh smirked and Thorn chuckled with him, before retreating into his own mind, leaving Murtagh uncomfortably empty.

"Come on, brother," Eragon patted Murtagh on the shoulder, gestured to the room and smiled wryly, "Make yourself at home; I am sure you have many questions for me."

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