Author's Note
I have introduced my new series! I will continue to write my other series.
I might make this a three-shot.
I dunno..On with the fanfic!
Eragon awoke to a seemingly normal morning. His eyes stung from the brightness of the sun streaming in through the windows of his tree-home.
As he rose, Eragon left forth a large yawn. He scratched his back, and rubbed his eyes.
He leaped out of his bed and pulled on some trousers.
He then preceded through the straining positions of the Rimgar.
After he finished a snatched an apple and held it between his teeth while he scrambled for a shirt.
As he was looking for a shirt, a presence entered his mind.
He threw up his defenses and prepared a strike against the other presence.
"Eragon, it is Islanzadi." Whispered a voice.
"Ah, I apologize your majesty." Eragon warbled.
"Shape up Eragon." Islanzadi crowed, "Since Oromis and Glaedr have passed into the void, the position of your mentor has been vacant for some time."
"Are you saying I have a new teacher?" Eragon asked bewildered.
"Yes. Now I want you to meet him. Come to the palace gardens at noon. Understood?" Islanzadi said quickly, not wasting any time.
"Yes, your majesty." Eragon said.
"And, Eragon, do not mock his appearance. He is over two millennia old. I have seen him kill one thousand men as if it was nothing at all."
"Yes your majesty." Eragon said, overcome with thought.
Later that same day, Eragon had dressed and gathered his blade, Brisingr, and strapped it to his waist.
Saphira by his side, he proceeded to the palace gardens.
Islanzadi was waiting for him in the roses. "Greetings Eragon. Saphira. As I said before, your new mentor is here. As I said before, do not mock his appearance. He is two millennia old. Salith?"
A young man, from the looks of it, about 20, emerged from the trees. What surprised Eragon, was that his hair was stark hung in his eyes, and almost touched his shoulders. His eyes were stormy gray. From looking at his eyes, Eragon realized that Islanzadi was telling the truth. His eyes were ragged, sad, and experienced.
"Eragon, this is Salith, and his dragon Zarathan."
"You must be Eragon." Salith said. His voice was deep.
Saphira felt a mind touch hers. She lowered her guard for some reason unknown to her.
She heard tolls of bells and low humming chants coming from the presence.
"I am Zarathan. I shall be your new teacher."
"I am Saph-"
"I know your name Saphira. I know many things." Zarathan said, cutting her off.
Saphira was amazed. "Exactly how old are you?"
"I need not tell you hatchling." Zarathan snapped.
Just as Zarathan had finished speaking, a set of thorn bushes had started rustling. Eragon heard muffled cursing and mumbling.
Arya emerged from the bushes slightly scratched up. "Mother, I have heard your message. I am here. Where is my new mentor?"
Eragon was flabbergasted. Arya has the same teacher he had? Why does she need to be taught? There were so many questions that needed to be answered.
Arya finally noticed Eragon. "Greetings Eragon. have you slept well?" Arya said with a small smile on her face.