It had been ten years since the fall of the Black King, Galbatorix. Ten years since he floated down the river, mourning his losses. Eragon had found an island, about 100 miles off the coast of Alagaesia. He named it Dras-Arget, the Silver City. It was a large island 100 miles off the coast of Alagaesia, forests and the occasional clearing, with a river cleaving the island in two. The Rider and Dragon made camp on the edge of the Forest, near a large clearing, perfect for a massive city. With the help of the new Riders, two Urgals, three elves, two dwarves, and one human, they made the city from the purest marble, the clearest glass, the strongest wood. The Citadel was massive, able to house hundreds of Riders and dragons, the citadel in itself was massive, a statue of Eragon and Saphira in the courtyard. Eragon had not wanted it, but the other riders were adamant in their insistence, and finally, he allowed them to craft the statue. In another hall, there were statues of past riders, Brom, Vrael, and countless others. The Dragon's Nest was built in the city, were the dragons could rest, and the eggs could be housed. The Riders slept in the citadel, within the reaches of the castle, protected by hundreds of wards. One day, while Eragon was outside, on the balcony, reading the scrolls, a young Rider, by the name of Vaernir approached him. "My Lord, there is a message for you from the mainland." Eragon wrinkled his nose. He hated such messages, for the reminded him of home. He sighed. "Bring it here, Vaernir." The young elf handed a fine scroll to him, bound by the seal of the Elf Queen. Eragon's eyes widened, he quickly broke the seal and unfurled the scroll. Quickly, he began to read the fine handwriting.
Rider Commander,
I have sent you this scroll to tell you that there is a Council of all monarchs in Alagaesia, and I am requesting your presence at said Council. It shall take place in Ilirea, called by High Queen Nasuada. I have much to tell you, but that will have to wait.
Atra esterní ono thelduin, Eragon Shur'tugal
Arya, Queen of the Elves
He put the scroll down. "Vaernir, alert the others. We are returning to Alagaesia"
He assembled the riders in the main hall. "All of you, we are returning to the Mainland. Queen Nasuada is calling a council of the Monarchs, and I want all of you to come with me." Eragon stopped and waited for someone to pipe up. "M-my Lord," It was Naelan, the Human Rider, a boy of about sixteen. "What is it, Naelan?" He swallowed. "I thought you were not to return to Alagaesia." Eragon looked at him, realizing the boy was right. "I do not know what I am supposed to do, young one, but if the Queen requests our presence, then so it shall be." He was careful to not say 'My'. "But, Commander, why are we coming? Only you were requested." Eragon looked at the Riders. "Know this, my friends, we are Riders. We are a whole, what they can say to me, they can say to you." Naelan nodded his head and stepped back. "Now, I wish all
of you to pack your finest armor, you will take your Rider's blades also, and pack food for two weeks. Even on the backs of Dragons, it will be a long journey. Also, bring your Eldunari, for we shall continue lessons from them. Garzvhen, Faundr, bring two eggs, Garzvhen, you will give yours to your people, the Urgals, Faundr; give yours to your people, the dwarves. Queen Arya still has their egg. Nasuada should still have theirs. Now, we must leave soon, for if we leave later in the day, we shall be flying in the dead of night, now go and prepare." The Riders scurried off, but Garzvhen, a massive kull, stood in front of him. "War Chief, I have a question." Eragon looked up at him. "What do you need, Garzvhen?" The Kull rolled his head. "Who will watch the Citadel while we are gone?" Eragon motioned to the statues around them. "They will." Garzvhen appeared confused. "Idols? Statues? They shall watch the Citadel?" Eragon said, "They are not merely statues, Garzvhen. They are warriors, which will be animated by certain spells I have cast, and they will defend." Garzvhen was still not pleased. "How will it know friend from foe?" He paused to allow Eragon to speak. "I have allowed certain people entrance to the castle, should they breach our walls, uninvited, the statues shall activate. Garzvhen nodded. "Those are good defenses, War Chief." Eragon nodded, and the Kull went to gather his things.
Eragon walked to his quarters, where he gathered his many Eldunari, his fine Elven plate armor, his helm, his traveling cloak, his battle cloak, and his meeting cloak. As he was packing his saddlebags, he noticed the old trunk he kept in the corner of his room. He gently set down the cloaks and walked over to it. He pulled the wooden trunk out of the corner and onto the balcony. He blew the dust and various other debris off of it, and reached for the key around his neck. He unlocked the trunk with a rather loud 'Click'. There was a slight squeal of metal hinges as he opened it. A musty smell came from the trunk. He picked up the worn leather belt that his hunting knife and its sheath hung from, and looked at it, practically oozing with nostalgia. He put the belt back into the trunk. He picked up the Fairth that Oromis had given of him. The image of his mother, Selena, The Black Hand, looked at him. He placed the fairth back into the trunk. He sifted around his old mementoes, looking through his old clothes, finally, he touched his old armor. He lifted the mail hauberk out of the trunk, and looked at it. Spots of rust had appeared since he had last worn the mail. He took the hauberk, leggings, greaves, gauntlets and helm out of the trunk. His eyes slowly began to fill with tears as he remembered the last day he had worn this mail. He remembered the moment he stabbed Galbatorix in the stomach. He closed his eyes and the tears went away. He packed the mail in his saddlebags. He locked the trunk, stood and took the bags to the main hall. The other Riders stood, with Garzvhen and Faundr had metal cases that undoubtedly held the eggs. "My friends, we shall leave immediately. Call your dragons, and we shall depart."
Well? What did you think? I finished Inheritance, and I didn't really like the end, so here is a little continuation. Yes, I will continue "A New Mentor" But I REALLY wanted to write this.