This is going to be a relatively short EragonxArya fic. Just decided to write this as I wasn't really satisifed with the ending in regards to their relationship.

Just a short chapter to start off with. Enjoy. :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INHERITANCE.

Eragon Shadeslayer stood upon the balcony of his home, looking down upon the settlement he had built all those years ago. After he had left his homeland, Eragon, Saphira and the elves that accompanied them, as well as the Eldunari, had stumbled upon the Island on which they now resided.

It was perfect for the new home of the Riders. The mighty mountain range amongst which most of the settlement was built was made up of hundreds of tall, rocky peaks dotted with caves large enough for the dragons as well as clearings with adequate room for their great halls and buildings, with an endless supply of stone and wood with which to build them. Dozens of fresh, crystal clear rivers ran throughout the range, their perpetual gurgling a soothing noise, echoing amongst the canyon walls that they had worn away over time.

To Eragon, it was now home. He came to accept and love this island. Since its establishment, it had grown to become a magnificent place. What was once home to only one dragon, now housed over a hundred along with their riders, with more arriving from across the sea every few months.

However, when he had the afternoons free of the responsibilities of leading his colony, such as he did now, Eragon's mind began to wander until he found himself thinking about Alagaesia.

It had been 152 years since he had left. Or was it 153?, he thought to himself. His count upon the decades was constantly falling from his memory, as his mind was taken up with more significant things to worry about.

Eragon and Saphira had never returned to the land from which they came. From regular reports, he knew that peace was still settled throughout Alagaesia as the land prospered, thankful that the efforts and sacrifices made by himself and all his comrades were not in vain.

Though he missed his homeland, he had annual visits from officials, diplomats and those of his friends who yet lived since the war, such as Orik, Vanir and, of course, Arya.

It was these visits from her especially which Eragon enjoyed. He missed her every day. Even through all these long years, his feelings for her had not diminished. But he did not allow his thoughts to remain upon the Elf Queen for too long, afraid of the pain of yearning it would open in his heart.

As Eragon continued to ponder, his magnificent dragon flew into the giant cave that attached to his quarters. The sunlight reflected off her shimmering scales, causing blue stars to dance across the cave walls as she moved.

Eragon turned to her and smiled at the sight, one he would never tire of seeing.

Saphira had grown immensely in the years since their arrival here. Her gleaming, white teeth and claws had elongated and shone with a brilliance that also portrayed their deadliness. Her scales, if possible, had become an even more amazing shade of blue and her crystal-like eyes sparkled with the same fierceness she had always possessed, though now accompanied by centuries of knowledge and experience.

Hello, Little One.

Good afternoon, Saphira. Eragon replied with a smile.

What have you been up to? She asked.

Just…thinking. Did you enjoy your hunt?

Hmph. I allowed some of the younglings to accompany me…their inexperience cost me two good deer! She huffed.

Eragon smiled again as she recounted her day's events. He knew that she loved being amongst so many of her kind, especially the young dragons. She enjoyed passing on her knowledge to her kin.

As Eragon sat upon his bed, he and Saphira continued to talk into the night, simply content to enjoy each other's presence…

Hope you guys liked it. Hit me up with a review and let me know what you think.

Chapter 2 is already written and will be up in a couple of days. :)