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Post-Inheritance
As Eragon waved goodbye to the people he loved...especially Arya a wave of emotion hit him and he
started choking up with a knot forming in his throat.
"Goodbye" he whispered. He then saw that they were all fading away, even himself.
100 YEARS LATER
Eragon awoke with a start, sweating as he remembered the day he had left Alagaësia. He longed for
Arya, Roran, Orik, Katrina, and even Nasuada. He shivered, but he knew that he had done the right thing
for he needed a place for the dragons to stay and the Dragon Riders to train privately. He got out of bed
and spread his mental contact throughout the island looking for Saphira.
"Good morning Saphira" he said, the mental contact with Saphira always managed to soothe him.
"Good morning little one" she replied appearing right before his pad. "Another fine day to train our
students is it not?
"I guess you can say that" he answered. Saphira already knew something was troubling him.
"What is troubling you little one?" He shared the memory of his most recent waking dreams with her.
"Oh little one" she said "How I miss them too, but they have their duties, as do we, now, get dressed we
must appear before our students" Eragon mumbled in response, but he started getting dressed. He wore
a diamond blue tunic, leather boots, and the belt where he sheathed Brisingr. He got out Aren, his only
connection to his father, Brom. Once done he saddled Saphira, she had grown a considerable amount
since when they left Alagaësia, however she wasn't even half the size that Glaedr was when he still had
his body. When he mounted onto Saphira he contacted the Eldunarí
"Greeting ebithril Umaroth" he said in the Ancient Language
"Greetings Shur'tugal" Umaroth had replied "I see that you are ready to train the Shur'tugalar?
"That indeed ebrithil" Eragon answered. As soon as they went out into the open the smell of salt water immediately assaulted him. He loved Lífanar Nuanen, living beautiful in the ancient language. The island was a place that teemed with life and showcased all beauty from its grand cascades to its mountain formations. Everything was beautiful about the island and it seemed like Alagaësia was just a rock with buildings on it. They were settled on a hill overlooking the island. They constructed much on it, from the palace where the council took place to the training yards deep within the forest in memory of the Crags of Tel'naeír where Eragon himself trained.
"Let us be off, the more we wait the less time we will have before daybreak" Eragon said out loud. Saphira hummed in excitement as she toook off into the air for what seemed like
the 500th time.
This was my first fan fiction you guys. So please review fairly ;) This chapter was just an introduction to the island that Eragon and Saphira settled on. If I get some good reviews I will start working on longer chapters that will include more storyline, description and dialogue. Thanks! And Atra esterní ono thelduin. Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr. Un du evarínya ono varda!