A/N:

I'm sorry if you were expecting an Underland book update

but alas I am also working on this Inheritance book.

I am not quitting the other one, just multi-tasking because these are both by far

my most favorite books in the world. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine! All characters and location etc. belong to Christopher Paolini! Except for maybe an OC or OL(Just made up "OL" lol, means original location)

Plot is mine!

Arya stared off into the distance, lost to her thoughts yet again. It had been nigh on 14 years since her friend Eragon left for lands unknown. Scratch that, Eragon was most likely her closest friend, other than Firnen of course. As she continued her daily drift to dreamland, Firnen flew up to her chambers, his shiny emerald green scales flashing in the slowly fading light.

You are getting large Firnen.

Aye, Saphira would have have a harder time defeating me now. Firnen sent a flash of memories to her, showing all the times he had spent sparing, and usually losing, during his shortened time with Eragon's sapphire blue dragon.

I miss them too, Little One Firnen said

I see you picked up on some of Saphira's banter, don't forget, I am older than you by nearly a hundred years!

He scoffed, Yet I could squash you like the puny being you are.

That is true, large one. she said with sarcasm. Firnen snorted.

"I must go," she said aloud, " I have a meeting with the Riders Ismira and that one Urgal" she couldn't remember his name.

Arya, it is Urthralth. You must learn their names!

Thank you, O' Perfect Being

That is correct, Little One

Ismira was Roran and Katrina's first-born. She was currently stationed in Ellesmera, soon to be departed to the human capital. She was currently fifteen year of age, and had only become a full rider the previous year. Her dragon Mirame, was a deep purple and had chosen her as the 3rd rider of the new order, excluding Eragon, Murtagh and herself. Nowadays, there were two dragons and riders stationed in each city. Ismira and Urthralth in Ellesmera, A dwarf named Vokgarth and an elf, Fairthin stationed in Farthen Dur. Murtagh and Thorn had returned to Alagaesia four years ago, he and his son Nasuan were stationed in Ilirea. Nasuan's mother was Nasuada, Queen of the Empire. He could no longer train as a king when he was made a rider, so his younger sister took the role, Murtagh could not be king, as it was made apparent by Nasuada that riders shouldn't rule over humans due to their superior strength and life span. This was made a law shortly after the black king Galbatorix was slain. Nasuan was bonded to a silver dragon, whom's name Arya could not recall. She really did need to practice with names, she thought. In the Urgal territories a small castle was built to house their riders, a young Urgal and Dwarf.

As Arya strode confidently down the halls to her meeting, she could not help but think that her duties would be much less challenging if Eragon had stayed in Alagaesia to keep watch on the riders, considering he did not, the job fell to the oldest riders Alagaesia still had. Murtagh and his red dragon Thorn, and her with Firnen.

We do manage, Arya. However I agree it would be easier if they had stayed. Alas, they were needed elsewhere and have their own responsibility as leaders of the riders, and saviors of Alagaesia.

I know Firnen, but I miss them so

A/N: Switching to Eragon's POV!

Wake, Little One. The young ones are becoming restless. Saphira's thoughts brought Eragon back to the word of the living.

Aye, we don't need another Vaskgrim incident, now do we?

Saphira let out a puff of smoke and Eragon grinned. Vaskgrim was a very...interesting dwarven rider who had joined the apprentice ranks two years ago. He liked to pull practical jokes on the other students, and last year had his entire beard and eyebrows singed off by Mirame, Ismira's dragon. He sat up and looked around his room. It had been built most recently on the island of Skulblaka Stenr. This was the name of the new land of the dragon riders. Loosely translated, it meant Dragon Rock, thus the dragons wild and tamed flourished.

On a table near his bedside was a fairth of Roran, Katrina and Ismira the last time he saw them in person. Another one nearby was the same but included their son, Eragon II. He was only five and had not been chosen by a dragon, yet. Eragon sighed, he missed his family and friends. Murtagh, Thorn, Orik, Nasuada, Firnen….Arya. Especially Arya. Despite the situation, he still loved her, so much he had considered making the eight day flight back to Ellesmera just to see her face again. Alas, he knew he could not, the students here needed him. Looking across the room, his eyes rested on his desk. A giant magic mirror linked with his friends sat over his workstation. The desk had his Durgrimst Ingeitum helm mounted next to his blade, Brisingr. Another grouping of fairths sat there, mainly images of his favorite places and people. Not Arya though, Arya didn't get a fairth. Arya got an entire wall dedicated to his best works of art. A large perfect image of her, depicting all her features, and his love for her in one image. Behind her rose mighty Firnen, his emerald green scales standing out in the dark greens on Du Weldenvarden. This picture had taken a full month to perfect, and still Eragon though he could do better. The few notes he had received from her in the last fourteen years were rolled up in a drawer there as well. They had kept in contact the first year or two, sending messages by little grass boat but eventually their duties caught up to them and they were lucky to hear from another once a year. As much as he would like to, he couldn't talk to her via mirror either. The protective wards around Du Weldenvarden prevented that.

Eragon dressed quickly, lost to his thoughts and attached Brisingr to his left hip.

Be happy Eragon, the next batch of eggs will be sent out with three more riders, and we may get news of our home from the returning dragons.

You are right Saphira, I was being a fool. I should not worry about things past, or things that will never be. He said with a sigh.

I never said th-

No Saphira, Eragon interrupted, I must move on.

Very well, Little One.

A/N:

I Hope you all enjoyed chapter one! I honestly loved writing this and can't wait to reach the plot (which I have yet to actually plot, although I think I will just wing it)

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Gregor and The Prophecy of Sacrifice

Based off of Suzanne Collins' Underland Chronicles