Empires Last – An Alternate End to C.P's Inheritance Trilogy
Disclaimer: I'm not C.P nor anyone up in Paolini International, Knopf or Corgi, so please don't sue me.
Prologue
Eragon stared blankly into the plains. So many had been lost, and yet so many have been saved, he thought. Saphira hulked over him, her warm breath bearing on his back.
Murtagh she hissed distastefully He now works for that egg breaker, although it's hard to believe.
As of I he answered sadly. When Murtagh was gone, he had fervently prayed to the gods to protect him even though it was likely that he had survived. Now, the cruelest of fates had reunited them. He still has a good hard, but the power of the ancient language bounds all he added sadly. Eragon was unsure about what he thought of Murtagh now.
Hrothgar was dead because of Murtagh. That was something that Eragon could not forgive him for. Tears fell from Eragon's face as he thought of the late Dwarven King.
All will be well little one. Saphira read his thoughts accurately as always. But I don't see how Eragon replied, shaking his head.
Even as he spoke, his mouth felt sore from the punch that Roran had delivered. Much explanation would have to be done, Eragon noted. Roran's arrival had been the only cause of celebration. At least his cousin was safe contrary to his worries. If anything had happened to Roran, there would have been nothing worth living for.
Such is the burden of a rider. I have lost much since I have bore the responsibility of a rider. First it was Brom, now it is Ajihad, Hrothgar and Murtagh. Even Roran has suffered because of this.
But you still have me by your side. There is much to be done. If the pain in your heart is true, make their sacrifice worthwhile. Use the pain to guide you; all the more we must destroy Galbatorix. Fate demands that you are a dragonrider who carries on the legacy of the race. You must travel to Ellesmera to finish your training with Glaedr, and keep to your promise. Destroy the Raz'zac with Roran and save Katrina. I will be with you, together we are one. Together we are undefeatable.
A figure had stridden towards his side. Arya. She bowed to Saphira, and acknowledged Eragon in the elven tongue. "Argetlam, it is indeed my grief to learn about Murtagh. It is the way of life. Time is irreversible, it can only be saved. We must hurry back to the Varden. With the emergence of the new rider, there is much to be reconsidered. Hrothgar will have to buried, a new dwarven king chosen."
Eragon held Saphira's words close to him. It had meant a lot to have a soul mate by his side. But Saphira was more than a soul mate. Saphira was a dragon. Saphira was his dragon. Together, they were the last of the dragonriders.
With renewed determination, Eragon turned and faced the beautiful elf. He nodded in agreement. They were now racing against time, but they would win the race. As Saphira's powerful wings took her into the air, Eragon and Arya walked off into the setting Surdian sun. They were heading towards the Varden