These are some random tales and tribulations of Eragon after Galbatorix's death.
Note: Saphira is dead, she was slain by Galbatorix and now Eragon is rider less.
-Home-
All of Alagaesia was rejoicing, well everyone except him.
Saphira was dead.
Murtagh was dead.
Thorn was dead.
Oromis was dead.
Brom… His father was dead.
His mother was dead.
Garrow was dead.
Glaedr was dead… Kind of.
So he had cut off all affiliations with the Varden. Nasuada had agreed to release him from his oath of fealty and quite frankly he wanted out. He wanted nothing more to do with the Varden or the elves or the dwarves or any one really.
He walked down the overgrown path in Palancar valley, the path that lead to the one place he had ever called home. He looked upon the spot but there was nothing there. Nothing remained of the house or the field or the barn.
He turned away and walked into the forest, to the spot where he had found Saphira's egg. He sat down in the middle of the now overgrown clearing. He sat and willed the world to go back to the time before he had found Saphira's egg, the time before almost every single person he had ever known and loved had been torn from him. A time when he had a home.