They had been travelling for days now, since they got off the ship and said goodbye to everyone, all Eragon had seen was leagues and leagues or fields, but they were so small he could barely make them out. The air was getting colder as it came to evening on the fourth day of travelling on Saphira's. For four days he had heard nothing but the rhythmic drumming of her wings going 'up, down, up, down.'
'We're here' Said Saphira as she started to descend towards the ground. Relief washed over him as the waiting was finally over, he leaned forward; eager to see the place where a new generation of riders, ready to serve and protect Alagaesia would be born.
The delicate clouds parted, and bathing in the luminescent sun, crags deep and rigid, casting shadows that twirled into shapes, were the six mountains of Balagor.
'It's beautiful!' exclaimed Eragon,
'And fitting i think, for the purpose it serves.' Replied Saphira. He acknowledged her statement, and felt pleased that they had found a place worthy of such and incredible task.
The six mountains were arranged in a circle, with a central citadel about a league wide. The mountains were big enough so that nothing but a dragon and rider could enter, and they were far enough out of Alagaesia that no one would even try, let along survive, the arduous journey to it.
'I thought it would be colder' he said
' the mountains being so close together keep the heat in. Its lucky really, neither you nor i were looking forward to the cold weather that is expected this high up.' replied Saphira
Eragon couldn't help thinking that a lot of his life was down to luck, but he dispelled this thought, he was lucky, he was paired to the most beautiful dragon ever born!
It was getting dark now and they decided that exploring could wait till morning, they settled in the middle of the citadel Eragon made a fire, nestled into Saphira and fell asleep thinking of the amazing new life they had created, and the great adventures they would have.
