Devine intervention

This idea came to me after reading "Life After Death V2" By SunshineAndSecrets. Let me know how you like it. And if you would to see more. Thank you. (Again I own nothing of the Inheritance series. All right belong to Christopher Paolini.)

"Saphira, we have to rest for the night. You've been flying for two days straight. We both need food and water. We have to land."

"Can't do that…..Little One. We….Barley escaped with...our lives."

"Saphira, listen to yourself, your panting so heavily your barley able to speak. Please land."

"We must…..get out…..of Alagaisia…..before it's too late."

"It won't do any good if we kill ourselves in the process. There's a river not far from here, we can rest and continue tomorrow."

"Alright…I guess your right."

To Eragon's relief she angled towards the river and entered a shallow decent. It took Saphira another quarter hour before she landed in a small clearing next to the river. After Eragon unbuckled himself from the saddle, gently slid to the ground from Saphira's back. When he landed his knees buckled and collapsed under himself. Saphira swung her head over to Eragon and helped lifted him to his feet. Once to his feet, he went ahead and took off Saphira's saddle so she would be more comfortable. After placing the saddle and saddle bags off to the side he turned back to Saphira and place his forehead on her brow.

"Little one." She said in a loving tone

"You should drink. I'll get you something to eat."

"What about…you?" she was still panting slightly.

He pulled away, but still holding her jaw.

"I have food in the bags I can eat cold. I don't want to risk a fire, not until we're out of the Empire."

"That's a good idea."

He released her jaw and watched as she limped over to the river and began to take large gulps. Before wandering too far into the woods he went and placed wards that would alert them to any presence that would cause them harm. After he finished, he looked back and saw Saphira was still drinking, satisfied she was relatively safe he set off looking for a deer to bring back to Saphira.

As his search for a deer with his mind she recalled the week's events. It started when the Varden had decided to attack Uru'baen. The first day of the siege was uneventful. On the second night the Varden attacked. At first the battle went well for the Varden, neither Murtagh and thorn, or Galbatorix and Shruikan showed themselves. The elves and spell casters quickly discovered that their magic acted on friendly units instead of the enemies. On the third night the Varden began to weaken, no matter how much they fought, how many they killed, there was always another soldier to replace the one that just died. On the fourth day the Varden was nearly destroyed. Knowing they couldn't wait any longer, Eragon and Saphira along with Arya and Blodhgarm with his group of elves went after the king. After he entered the castle everything blurred together. The only things he remembers was that Galbatorix used the Eldunari to destroy the minds of all the elves, practically liquefying their minds. Eragon wanted to scream with rage, anger and pain, for Arya and the elves but mainly for Arya. Galbatorix had nearly destroyed him and Saphira as well if not for Murtagh and Thorn. In the mass of Confusion they sacrificed themselves giving Eragon and Saphira barley enough time to escape. When they escaped out of the castle they took flight to flee Alagaisia, for faraway lands in hopes to find other dragons. As they were leaving they saw the entire Varden had been completely destroyed. From thousands, now only a few hundred where fleeing for the woods. The camp was ablaze with dead and burning bodies scatters throughout. Eragon then threw up over the edge of Saphira at the sight of the camp. He wanted nothing more than to mourn for the dead and all his loved ones. Although both he and Saphira Knew they would need clear heads for the upcoming flight and there would be time for that later, so they flew, and flew, and still flew until here they are now, closing in on the boarders of Alagaisia.

He walked around for another half hour before he found a lark buck sleeping against a large tree, instead of killing it with magic; he drained its vitality and transferred its energy to the Belt of Beloth the Wise so he could give it to Saphira later. Even though he hated killing like this he was more concerned for Saphira, so he pushed off the feeling and brought it back to the clearing. When he got back Saphira was keeping watch with half lidded eyes. When she saw him she slowly raised her head.

"Thank you Eragon"

"Your welcome"

Eragon dropped the buck in front of Saphira, he quickly back up as she tore into the deer with the savagery of a starved animal. As she ate the deer he ate what he had in the bags. In this case an apple and half a loaf of sour dough bread. When he finished eating Saphira was done with her deer and was cleaning her claws of the blood and gore. Eragon didn't have to wait long until she was done. When she was he walked over on unsteady legs and plopped down against her warm belly. They were both sound asleep before they knew it.

Later that night Eragon kept getting a feeling of unease, like he was being watched. But his wards would have alerted him to any dangers. As the feeling continued he finally decided to have a look around. He slowly crawled out from under Saphira's wing careful not to wake her. He was shocked at where they were. When they fell asleep they were in a clearing net to a river. Now, Now they were Surrounded with a thick fog, the ground they fell asleep on was earth, this ground was stone that had a silvery glow to it.

"Saphira. Saphira we have a big problem."

"What do you mean?" She replied in a half conscious tone.

"Open your eyes."

Saphira slowly opened her eyes. When they were half opened they instantly opened the rest of the way and she looked around confused.

"Where….what….how?"

"I don't know. I woke with this strange feeling. Almost as if….."

Eragon stopped and started to look around.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he yelled into the fog.

A few moments later a shadow appeared in the fog. Eragon and Saphira tensed in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. The shadow slowly gained depth and details until it revealed an old man in a long gray robe; his hair was a silvery grey that hung over his shoulders, his beard hung down to his stomach, and his face his face spoke of until years of experience and wisdom, even though his mouth was cover by his beard his eyes spoke of confidence, wisdom, and experience, that the oldest and wisest elf would deem to be impossible.

"Peace Eragon, Saphira. I mean you no Harm."

He spoke with a sense of pride, confidence, and power to a degree that even Galbatorix couldn't of dream matching.

"How do we know that?"

He replied the same thing in the ancient language. Eragon relaxed but kept his guard up; Saphira only regarded him with a blank stare.

"Where are we?"

"Where and when, are not important."

"Then, who, are you."

"Ah, a good question. I am the last of my kind. The last of the Etherians."

"Etherians?"

"Yes we are the guardians, and makers of all that is what you call magic. You once knew us as the Grey Folk."

Eragon only looked at the old man dumbfounded. Unable to think of any better question.

"You said that where and when is unimportant. Why?"

"Another great question. For me time has no meaning. I can be every were and any were in time at once."

Eragon was having trouble comprehending what he was told the last of the grey folk, immune to time its self.

"I understand this is extremely confusing to you. So you should Know this. I brought you here to give you a second chance."

"A second chance? Second chance at what?"

"At killing Galbatorix. If he was to live then his evil would become so great that I would be affected. If that was to happen I would most likely destroy all, while in my evil mind set."

"How? How am I going to kill the king? Last time we met I only escaped because Murtagh and Thorn sacrificed themselves so we could we could escape."

"Eragon. Before I tell you how, I should tell you why, so you can understand the reasons for such a gift."

"Very well."

"I've been watching you Eragon, ever since you found Saphira's egg. I've watched you act with compassion and tenderness to those in need. An undying loyalty to those you respect a wiliness to give your own life for loved ones. I've also noticed several other aspects to you, which you haven't discovered yet. For these reason I know you won't abuse your power, and use it for the greater good of others. Lastly I'll send you back in time right after your battle with thorn on the burning plains."

Eragon was silent for a long time thinking about what he was told. Eventually he spoke.

"I am honored you think so much of me. And I am even more honored that your giving Saphira and I a second chance. Finaly if I may ask what is this gift you wish to give me?"

"The ability to control magic."

Eragon looked confused.

"But I already use magic."

The old man just laughed

"That's just it, you can manipulate magic. And you can only cast spells that your strength allows. With my gift you control magic. No spells, your power will depend on your will and your imagination. You use your will power to control it."

Eragon was shocked at the revelation.

"So your telling me that with this gift I use my will power to control the flow of magic?"

"To put it bluntly yes. Of course you'll have limits to what you can do. For, safety measures."

"Thank you. I am honored to receive your gift."

"Then let us begin."

No sooner did he finish his sentence Eragon was suddenly bathed of a pure white light. He felt his entire body start to tingle, and then it was over.

"Was that it?"

"Yes you now possess the ability of The Grey Folk."

"Thank you….I should have asked you this earlier, but what do I call you?"

"I poses no name, But you can call me The Architect."
"Thank you Architect. I am forever in your debt."
"Yes, yes you are." He replied with a slight grin.

"Fare well shade slayer. I'll be watching."

After that the Architect vanished. The Fog slowly began to twist around him and Saphira. It picked up speed until it looked like a solid wall of fog. It then started to spark and crackle with different colored energy. A few moments later the fog vanished to reveal the burning plains. They were on the plateau that Murtagh left them on. Ginning a wide devious smile. He looked at Saphira.

"Let's go and finish this."

"Let's." She replied in an equally satisfied tone.

UPDATE: I have gone through the story and fixed/changed some minor spelling and grammar issues. I am going to start on chapter 2 later on today. I'll try to post it tomorrow. To answer a few questions. As of right now I don't have a pairing in mind but that could change as the story progresses. I also don't plan to follow the story line of the original story line, but I will have events that took place in the Inheritance Series. (Owned by Christopher Paolini)