Author's Note: The first part is set a year before the beginning of Eragon.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything originally from the Inheritance Cycle.
Unknown POV
On the outskirts of Urû'baen, stood a man, shrouded in the darkness of the night, holding a shrieking baby. The man cooed the child, calming it as another man, cloaked in dark grey silk, halted his horse next to him.
"Live long, my son, and follow in my footsteps shall I ever fall," the man said to baby as he handed him to man on the steed.
"Once he is old enough to speak, he will begin his training in the arcane arts and soon after, with a blade," the man in the grey said, "He will be one of the most powerful in the land, matched by none, revered by all. I can assure you, my master, that he will be a great legacy." The man then proceeded to ride into the darkness, disappearing from sight.
Eragon's POV
Fifteen years had passed since he had last been home. Throughout those years, he began to know a new sense of peace he had not felt before. The Riders flourished under his leadership, and yet, Eragon still yearned for something he could not have. He missed the people of Alagaësia and longed for his family and friends. He had rarely been able to contact his loved ones since he had left Alagaësia and journeyed across the seas, settling in a new land, in which he named Tamriel. The land was completely surrounded by ocean, but was still strikingly large. It was landscaped with large mountains with snow capped peaks, along with vasts forests that stretched for miles around. Wild animals roamed the land, becoming prey to the wild dragons that made it apparent they were the new apex predators.
The city of Tamriel sat on a large plateau on the side of one of the peaks of the mountains. The city was filled with housing and training facilities for the riders. In the center stood the Great Hall, with an entranceway large enough for two dragons to walk through simultaneously. There were living quarters in the floors above, and on the top floor was Eragon's quarters. At the peak was an open roof where Eragon would venture to daily to meditate under the open sky. It was during one of these sessions that Blödhgarm came to visit him.
"Master Eragon! I have a letter from Queen Arya for you!" Blödhgarm panted as he dashed up the stairs. As strong of a stamina as the Elves have, the effort to climb to the peak of the Hall was a great one. Bewildered, Eragon took the letter from the Elf as he slumped to the ground. He slowly opened the letter and begin to read her elegant writings in the Ancient Language.
Dear Eragon,
It is with the utmost happiness that I inform you that my city is allowing me to take a leave to come and train with the Riders. Murtagh and I should be arriving two days after this letter is delivered to you by the Rider's ambassador. Please prepare for our arrival.
Sincerely,
Arya Dröttning
Eragon stared at the letter, rereading to let the brief message she wrote sink in. She was coming to visit him. After all those years, he would finally see her again. He released he was holding and sighed in contentment.
"Please give my thanks to Dorian for delivering such an important letter," Eragon told Blödhgarm. Dorian was one of the human Riders who had graduated, and now spent his time as the ambassador of the Riders, ferrying dragon eggs and helping the Varden with the few rebellions that occurred.
"As you wish, Ebrithil," Blödhgarm replied as he walked down the stairs, leaving Eragon to ponder what would happen in the week to come. Arya. After 15 years, I will finally see her again. Eragon then left the dark night sky to have one of the most restful sleeps he had had in awhile.