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Chapter 1 – Letters to All

Dear Arya,
Frathga is simply astounding. I have never seen so many diverse and strangely coloured plants in my entire life. Its environment even forced Saphira to admit that it was spectacular. It can only be paralleled to Ellesméra's beauty, but I believe that it still would win, if there ever was a competition to be held. We also wanted to report about the eggs' progress. It seems that so far every dragon egg really likes the brown mountains of Frathga, and in addition the mountains also provided protection for the eggs from any potential predators, even though Saphira assured me that she could easily deal with any threats nature sends. We are concerned mostly about Amethi. Elva can prove to be a moutful and we would like a report on how they are progressing together. With her ability, Elva can prove to be a tough challenge for Amethi, but we are confident that she will deal well with this situation. Since Amethi is the first dragon to have hatched, we have put all our hopes of continuing to raise the dragons in her. The first result always "decides" as to whether you would continue to do something or not. It would really serve us as encouragement to know that we didn't sacrifice everything for nothing. We miss all of you terribly, but we still believe this is the right path. I also have a proposal to make, but for now it can suffice.

Eragon and Saphira

Eragon put his quill down and lied back on his home-made chair. He had to contact them somehow, he couldn't imagine a life without any relatives and friends, save for Saphira. They both decided to take a day off in building the small village for any possible residents and to write to their missed ones. He was curious of hew they felt without his presence, and hoped that no harm that could threaten Nasuada's reign would surface during his absence. She had done – and still is, for that matter – an excellent job in uniting all the races of Alagaësia to fight a single aim. Once they had completed this task, it was her job that peace would still reign over Alagaësia, although this task proved to be even more difficult than the previous one. Before they had a reason to be alongside each other, but now that nothing actually holds the pieces together, everything might crumble and fall down. Fortunately, for now everything held, since none of the races wanted to actually start a quarrel. But the tension was slowly rising.

Nasuada been putting her mind cells to good use by trying to think of a solution, but she couldn't think of any solutions. She had sent him her concerns, and Eragon helpfully agreed to lend her any thoughts about the problem. On one particular day, where the spring wind was blowing softly from the north and when Frathga's splendour was a joy to behold, Eragon was carefully moving the eggs to their nest, when an idea popped in his mind as he was staring into a black-dotted egg. He shared the thought with Saphira, and she just hummed with excitement. He had sent her a letter, telling her of their stay, about Frathga, and also about his sudden idea. In reply, she told him that once again that he might prove to be the decisive factor in the restoring of peace throughout Alagaësia. He found that a deep satisfaction developed inside him as he read her compliment. Despite this positive feeling, he realised that his idea would take several years for it to actually take place. He felt even more determined to succeed in this endeavouring task. But for now, it would probably be better if the project remained a secret between him and Nasuada, and they both agreed to swear in the ancient language. Picking up his quill again, he began writing another letter.

Dearest cousin, I just can't put into words how much I miss all of you. I would just like to come over there as if nothing happened and beat you at sparring. Joking apart, I really miss you all. I hope that you've not been getting into any trouble lately – your family needs you Roran! So what's the deal about Carvahall? Is it being restored to a habitable place? And how's little Ismira? It pains me to be so far away from my family so much, but the path that I have chosen to tread – it leaves me no choice. Give me greetings to Katrina, and everyone from Carvahall too. May good luck be with you at all times, Roran Stronghammer.

Your cousin Eragon and Saphira

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