A/N: Hey! So this is my first fan fiction. Please excuse any uploading mistakes and stuff. I'm still finding my way around the site. Also, I have probably read thousands of fan fictions so I apologize in advance if accidentally use anything from your stories. It was probably just rolling around in my head and came out. If you would like me to change it just message me and I will do so. Now on with the story!
Chapter 1: The Riders Return
Arya's POV:
I was in the castle at Ilirea talking to Firnen when I looked out the window and saw four hooded and cloaked figures approaching the castle. I was immediately suspicious and reached out towards their minds. I rammed into a mental barrier stronger than any I had yet come across. They didn't push back or even show any signs that they knew I was there. They reached the gates and spoke to the guard. After a few minutes he opened the gate and let them enter.
"Who do you think they are and what do they want?" I asked Firnen.
"I don't know. Lets go find out." She went down to the throne room and saw that Nasuada, Murtagh, and Thorn were already there.
"Ah Arya. I assume you know of our visitors?" Nasuada asked.
"Yes but who are they?" I questioned.
"That remains to be seen," she responded. At that moment the four figures entered the room and bowed.
The youngest one greeted us, "Thank you for seeing us." There was something familiar about his voice. I could tell the others in the room noticed this too.
Then Nasuada asked, "What are your names?"
The middle one replied, "To reveal our names to you would be to reveal something about us before it is time but I assure you we are no enemy of yours."
Then she responded, "Do you have any other companions?" This time the one on the far right said,
"We do but they do not yet wish to be seen as it would, again, reveal things before their time. I will tell you that they are quite large, but they know everything that is going on in this room due to their connection to each of us." I thought about what he said and Firnen confirmed my suspicions.
"You are Riders aren't you."
The same one responded, "Correct Arya."
"Do you know of Eragon?" The one who had greeted me earlier smiled like it was an inside joke.
"Yes we know of him. He and Saphria are well." I nod.
"I'm guessing you come from wherever they found to raise the riders?"
"Yes we did."
Just then Murtagh asked, "Not to be rude but why are you here?"
"Alagaesia is troubled. Things worse than the Ra'zac or even Galbatorix are stirring. They are called Vazooal and are very dangerous."
"How much worse?" Nasuada asked anxiously.
"Well they can only be killed by someone with the skill of a Rider; physical, mental, and magical."
"So you are asking us for help?" questioned Thorn.
"Yes."
To the youngest one, also the one who had addressed me, Thorn said, "You seem familiar. Do I know you."
He responded with a small laugh. "Well I'd hope so. You and your Rider tried to kill my dragon and I multiple times."
"What?" asked Murtagh. The four figures looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation. The middle one nodded at the others and they all turned back to us. Then, simultaneously, they threw back their hoods and we all gasped. Standing before us was Eragon, Oromis, Brom, and Vrael.
