In this story, Eragon did not decide on a place to raise the dragons as quick, and chose a different spot. But oh well, it serves as a plot device!
Also first time writing, ever. I welcome criticism.
They say the stories supposed to have good endings, the hero lives happily ever after and in peace, with his goal achieved he may rest in peace finally. For Eragon Shadeslayer, even though he truly did achieve his goal and destroyed the reign of the king,felt empty. His only purpose to watch over the dragon eggs which finally returned to his memory fully, so Eragon Shadeslayer, King slayer, and apprentice to Brom, Oromis and Glaedr, withdrew himself from Alagaesia. To raise the dragons away from the chaos that would be Nesudas rise to power. For a great many years things went on as normal for Eragon, Time passing quicker than the most fleeting life of the smallest insect. Eragon taught many Riders in those years, one of his most notable were Irunked, the first Dwarf Rider in all of history. The dwarfs celebrated that day for many years and even then there is legends of Irunked's great adventures.
Despite the calm that Eragon had, there were evils in Aglasem far greater than the king used to be. Things so evil and ancient that Eragon with his hundreds upon hundreds of years of wisdom, he doubted he could destroy or purify them. Eragon after living for a near millenia and a half, was awoken from a sleep by a horrible noise. Saphira, who was bigger than Shrukian once was by multitudes, was sending a mental picture and a noise associated. Eragon woke with a jump he had not experienced for a great many years. Eragon responded "Saphira where are you! and what was that blasted noise you sent me you over sized lizard!" Saphira Merely chuckled and sent yet another mental message "Big talk for such a little one, but nonetheless I have discovered an odd lake" Eragon exclaimed mentally and physically "All this noise for a lake Saphira?" "No. There is a reason I sent you an image you fool, look closer."Eragon finally examined the picture more closely, and noticed something sparkling, and glowing almost like a spir-"Saphira do not approach it! It maybe stronger than you! you know this area is imbued with magic stronger than even the Forest of the elves!" Saphira merely snorted, accidentally lighting a nearby tree on fire and in her haste to put it out to avoid a forest fire, one that would be devastating to all life nearby, promptly fell sideways into the water, creating a wave of water splashing outwards in every direction. A bolt of panic and a light sense of embarrassment filled Eragon's mind. Then nothing. "Saphira? " No response."SAPHIRA?" Despite screaming into the area to speak to Saphira, Eragon got no response. A Sense of dread came over him, greater than even when he stepped into the Kings hall so many years ago.
Eragon was already running towards where he last sensed her, running as fast as he could. Eragon's few students attempted to ask what he was doing but when they tried to read his mind, out of concern they felt was absolute fear.A novice rider attempted to stop Eragon by grasping his arm, the novice in question was none other than Gareen (Ga-Reen). Gareen had
a hold of his arm and simply ceased to be there. Eragon used a teleportation spell which placed her more than 30 feet away. Eragon ran and ran. As fast and as long as his legs would take him. Eragon hardly knew what he was running to, but he knew it was right. It had to be. Saphira had to hunt very, very far away. The smaller dragons needed to hunt nearby, and it's hard feeding a huge mountain sized dragon, if she were to hunt nearby the small dragons would starve, at least those small in comparison to her. Which were nearly all of them. She was very far away. Farther than she usually went. Eragon decided to risk it,and used a word to teleport himself. He knew if it was too far away, the spell would kill him, as there was no way to stop teleportation spell from working it was was an absolute. Completely and other choice did he have though? Eragon reformed at the lake, with his energy severely depleted. Eragon knew if he didn't gain any soon, he would die. In all his power, it took nearly all of it to get here... "How far away did Saphira travel?" said Eragon wordlessly, and breathlessly. Eragon Shadeslayer then, in an effort to save himself, drew power from many of the surrounding insects, trees, grass,anything. Suddenly Eragon had to cut it, a power source was feeding him too much energy, far, far too much. An amount which he had never seen before, dwarfing his power, the power in the forest, and even Saphira. It burned like the sun, and shined brilliantly like the moon. Eragon cut off the spell, and decided to use a diffrent means of gathering energy. Eragon thought Waise Neiat and turned some of the surrounding dirt into energy, a very useful way of gathering energy when no other options presented themselves.
Eragon struggling to get up threw his voice and mind into the area searching for Saphira " SAPHIRA! WHERE ARE YOU!" He knew he should be able to see her, she herself was the size of a mountain. Her life force shined like a star when he looked at her. Eragon thought through what may have happened. With her life force gone, no mental link, and no response... Eragon froze. his heart dropped so much, he thought it may simply explode with dread. "Saphira? No... No it can't be not after everything! NO! NO!" His cries were heard by everything. Animals became silent, trees froze, the wind stopped, His students an unimaginable distance away instantly knew what happened. Eragon Shadeslayer would of only had this reaction to one thing... Saphira's death. Eragon refused to believe. He was in hysterics for many long hours,which to him, felt as if millennia were passing. Eragon Cried "No you can't be gone! Done in by a... a..." he trailed off realizing he didn't know what IT was. He looked into the lake and saw it glowing as ever. He looked into it with a technique only he knew, taught by a long dead Hermit he visited many years felt... Saphira? and others to, but many were from so long ago he merely felt their presence as someone i once knew, from a very, very old life. Eragon Shadeslayer, decided that if Saphira were to destroyed into that lake then so would he. As Eragon waded into the pool, slowly at first and growing faster as he thought of her. He felt its true energy. The moment he touched it, it was as if a billion dragons bellowed with energy. Dragons as old as the oldest Eldunari, perhaps older... Eragon froze in that moment. He wondered what this was, but he never for a second debated to stop moving towards was gone... Eragon would join her no matter what.
Eragon Shadeslayer, the moment he reached the center ceased to exist.
But not entirely.
Eragon woke.
"Where am I?" "Saphira? Are you there?"
No response.
Eragon's heart froze. He gathered the courage to open his eyes and he saw nothing but black. "Oh great now I'm blind! You take my dragon and then my eyesight! I curse what ever you are to the very depths of ...!" He then realized his eyes were closed. Eragon thought alarmingly "That's not right, My eyes were open and I didn't close them… Am I blind? " Eragon tried to open his eyes and to his relief, he saw things. He questioned how he was so stupid and brushed it off as shock.
It wasn't until then he felt the shiver of cold. He noticed was holding a bow, with a quiver of arrows and thought " This bow is far to weak for me, I would break it if I tried to shoot an arrow" And with that, he started to pull back the bow and for a moment doubted himself, because it was quite hard to pull back once he got to a point. He looked around, cursing himself for not looking around first and he was in a forest with a mountain ridge not far away. He looked down and saw a bright blue rock and picked it up. Realization set in like a hammer hitting a nail, "No. I refuse to believe so. That's impossible the energy required would take…. It would take who knows how much!" He then realized that thing in the lake did this. The seemingly endless energy source transferred him back in time. Eragon spent a moment purely speculating if the being created a universe, and put him in it, or if it rewrote the one he was in. Either way the power needed would be astronomically high, higher than anything he knew. So high in fact, that he wondered if this was just an illusion, set by his dying mind. So that he may die in peace, at home… wait… at home?
He realized this wasn't just some forest with a mountain ridge. This is the Spine! And that's Saphira's egg! It was true then… He was no longer Eragon Shadeslayer, but Eragon. The farm boy of Carvahall. A deep sense of foreboding set upon him. A chilling wind also beset him. He realized this was the time he found Saphira's Egg. He picked it up and proceed to wander for a while, attempting to remember just where his home was. Blast his memory! He couldn't remember the paths! Eragon wandered deep into the night and wondered if he would ever find his way back, thinking he may be able to use a spell to at least keep warm. He uttered a wordless spell, Brisingr. The spell took everything out of him, it felt as if a person had punched him in the side of the head and was now slamming a rock onto it. Eragon quickly lost consciousness, his last thoughts were to finally turn off the flames sapping his strength. With that, Eragon Shadeslayer slipped into a deep state of unconsciousness.
Well folks. That's it for this chapter.
This was my first time posting anything written online, with the exclusion of a few short messages here and there. I hope that you at least got a modicum of enjoyment out of this and I gladly appreciate any criticism by anyone, for any reason. Note that doesn't mean being a wanker is okay. I posted this as a way to help get over my fear of rejection and I honestly enjoy reading the stories from this site. I figured, why not give back right? Even if its a crappy, already done idea. I tried to do something a bit different from the other time travel inheritance cycle stories. Tell me how you liked it.