Inheritance Cycle Book V Fan fiction Ibraheem Abdulkhaliq
1 – Ilia Abr Skulblaka
Eragon was reclining against Saphira, admiring his surroundings and evaluating his recent accomplishments. It had been twenty years since Galbatorixs' demise, and Eragon and Saphira, along with Blodhgarm and the other elves who wished to aid in mentoring the new generation of riders, had accomplished much ever since.
After leaving Alagaesia aboard the Talita, they had sailed eastward for just under a month. It was a long and uneventful journey that in the end left them all bored and feeling depressed. At first, Eragon had been too tired to feel anything due to the hectic events that took place since he had defeated the king. The numerous meetings, travels and uprisings had took a heavy toll on him leaving him content with just lying down on the deck and having light conversations with the elves.
Once he felt rested, he started to ponder over how he would train the new riders. He conversed with the elves, and sought advice from the Eldunari, who provided him with a torrent he could barely register. However, roughly after a fortnight of sailing, everyone aboard started to feel quite bored of what seemed to be a never ending journey. Even Saphira, who rarely expressed such emotions, was becoming ill tempered, snapping at any whom where foolish enough to disturb her while she rested.
Finally, they sighted land, with a huge mountain range covering its edge. A tremendous cheer echoed throughout the ship, smiles brightening the entire crews' faces. Yaela, one of Blodhgarm's spell casters, even began singing and soon, everyone aboard were laughing and singing, eager for what lay ahead of them. Saphira let out a triumphant roar, as if to announce her arrival to any inhabitants and name the land as her territory.
Once they set foot on land, they immediately began exploring, with Eragon and Saphira flying ahead. They discovered that there were actually four islands, the biggest one slightly larger than Vroengard. Eragon decided to take the biggest island as the new home for the riders, naming it Ilia Abr Skulblaka which meant literally 'Place of Dragons'. The other three islands he decided to leave for the wild dragons, naming them Ajihad, Hrothgar and Islanzadi, in memory of the three leaders who were slain in their attempt to rid the world of evil.
While flying on Saphira, Eragon discovered that Ilia Abr Skulblaka was very suitable for the upbringing of the new dragons and riders, as it had biomes that all the races were accustomed to, and there was no sign of any dwarf, urgal, human or elf inhabitants. To the west (where the ship arrived), there was the colossal mountain range. Along the east coast of the island there was an immensely huge forest not unlike the Spine, save for it being a fraction of the size. The north of the island was a plain, grassy area, with a stream flowing through it, which ran through to the south. When Eragon reached the south however, he became very alarmed at seeing a volcano and doubted it was possible to reside on the island due to the danger of eruption. Looking around, he noticed the land was quite lush, not unlike the land in the north and that there was a beautiful lake that glistened in the sunlight. It was impossible for him to tell if the volcano was dormant or not, so he decided he would not take any chances. They would need to find other land.
Saphira had snorted in disbelief. Seriously? I would expect better of you. The great Eragon Shadeslayer can't even create a basic deflective spell!
Magic! Eragon sighed. What would we do without it? I have to admit it did slip my mind!
Well come on then, what are you waiting for, the Agaeti Blodhren?
Eragon had quickly formulated the spell, which would cause any lava to be deflected back into the volcano, while losing a lot of its energy on impact. The spell would feed off a diamond which he embedded into the volcano's side. It took a large sum of energy, with Eragon taking from Saphira's reserves as well, but he decided it was worth it, judging that it would eliminate the risk of eruption.
Besides, it's not as if we'll need to constantly replenish the energy store. It will rarely erupt. Saphira had pointed out.
With the agreement of the elves, Eragon had decided to build the rider's home towards the north of the island, on the lush scenic plains that came close to the beauty of Du Weldenvarden. It was a magnificent sight once they had finished building it, atop of a large hill that had a waterfall flowing down its right side. Eragon decided to name it Shur'tugalar Hall, which was not the most original name, yet it suited its purpose so he was content.
The building had a huge main room, which was decided to be the meeting room of the riders. It was extremely large, wide enough for Shruikan, Thorn and Saphira to walk side by side while extending their wings to their full lengths. As for its height, Eragon estimated it was equal to the width, while the length was approximately double the width. The hall was mostly empty, save the five hundred or so padded chairs that rested against the walls and the slightly larger chair at the front of the hall, for the leader of the riders. Behind the leader's throne was a large space, reserved for the Rider's Leader's dragon.
The second floor was divided into four sections, one for each race. Inside each of the sections were two dormitories, one for each gender, as well as a common room. Although this meant the different races remained separate instead of being united the way riders were meant to be, Eragon decided it was a good idea in order to not cause fear and mistrust in the new riders which they would feel if they first arrive on the island and learn that they need to sleep in the same quarters as those of other races.
While flying across the island, Saphira had discovered that the island consisted of most of the animals that lived in Alagaesia, including, to her delight, the snagli of Vroengard, which were aplenty. While there was an abundance of food available for the dragons, Eragon noticed that there was not many plants that grew fruits, nuts and berries except for around the volcano in the south and of course in the forest. Obviously these plant based foods are vital for him and the elves (as well as the new riders who would be required to stop eating meat). Then Eragon remembered Wyrden's funeral, the elves singing and the twenty foot oak tree growing within seconds. Blodhgarm and his fellow spell casters enthusiastically responded when Eragon asked them if they could encourage the growth of fruit and nut growing plants around Shur'tugalar Hall. With Saphira's permission, Eragon had offered a couple of the elves to fly with Saphira to the forest in the east, and acquire the seeds required.
It was perfect, Eragon had thought. The land was perfect; the waters were perfect and the biomes were perfect. It was more than Eragon dared hope for. It was better than what he saw in his dreams. It was the perfect home for the riders, and he would make sure he is the perfect teacher.