Well, this will be my first attempt at an Inheritance Cycle fanfic. I've always adored these novels, and I was heartbroken when they ended. I had an epiphany recently…so I truly hope you enjoy this. Please note that the names that I make up in my story are of a Norwegian flavor, but with my own twist. I understand that most of the words from the Inheritance Cycle came from an Old Norse origin, but this is the best I could do under the circumstances. Thank you.
Love, Destiny
Preface:
Eragon and Saphira sailed for many countless miles after they left Alagaësia, yearning to turn back, yet knowing what duty called of them. As much as they looked forward to starting their new life, with the eggs and the Eldunaí, they felt the separation from what they once knew as deeply as they could bear. What was to become of them? Where were they going? The uncharted desert had lain before them, filled with trepidations and doubts they were to be forced to face.
At long last, Eragon, Saphira, and the elves who accompanied them found a place of perfect solitude. Jagged mountains pierced the clouds, as far as the eye could see. Beneath these mountains were lush forests, filled with unwary wildlife and thick vegetation. Upon exploration of the forest, all that they found was copious amounts of dark purple moss. As such, Eragon named the forest Skoga av Lïlla—Forest of Purple. The mountains proved to an ideal spot for both solitude and safety- a series of caves ran through the mountains, with caverns large enough to hold several Saphira's at once. The walls glittered with precious gems and a single clap of the hands could be heard resonating throughout the mountains. Eragon quickly fixed this with a spell- as he foresaw it being a problem in the future, but remembered this quality when he named the Mountains and the caverns inside. Skiëmer Mountains and Ekko Hule—Echo Cave.
It was here, as decided by Eragon, Saphira, the elves and the Eldunaí, that they would make their home. The new dragons and riders could be raised in solitude, away from the distractions and corruption that Alagaësia would bring. Eragon prepared the caves for living, waiting for the a rider to appear, sent from Ayra, to teach. And appear they did.
Book One: Enavlysa
"Shadeslayer," A gentle voice said to Eragon, who was in the midst of his waking dreams. He opened his eyes, regarding the elf standing in front of him. "A rider has arrived. Barely, as the case may be, but she is here." Eragon sprung to his feet, motioning the elf to lead the way.
Saphira! He called out in his mind, searching for his dragon. They've arrived. Saphira's delight was palpable as she sprang up from the buck she had been devouring in the Skoga. Eragon hurried to the mouth of the cavern's, hearing voices and murmuring of spells the closer he got. As they rounded the bend, Eragon saw a small, gleaming yellow dragon, accompanied by an even smaller human girl. They were both collapsed on the cavern floor, eyes closed. Eragon hurried toward them, acknowledging Saphira as she landed on the cliff. When he approached the dragon and it's rider, the elves ceased chanting, and both the rider and the dragon sat up, however shakily. The girl wobbled to her feet, and the dragon shot out their neck as she lost her balance, protecting her from falling.
"Take your time, young Rider," He said, watching. "It's quite a journey you just undertook. I commend you." The rider looked up at him gratefully, and he was at once struck by her eyes. They were a stark amber, almost the color of a werecat's. She looked back down again, taking deep breaths, and straightened to her full height, resting a hand on the head of her dragon.
"Hello, Eragon Kingkiller. I am Lillitha, daughter of Dorsa and Estan, from the land of Gil'ead. This is my dragon, Enavlysa." 'One of Light' Eragon thought amusedly, for the name fit. He watched as Enavlysa stood, shuffling her wings and stretching like a cat. Her scales shone like the sun. The top of her back, near the spines where her scales were the biggest, were the color of deep, rich yolk, and slowly faded down to near white towards her stomach.
"Welcome Lillitha, welcome Enavlysa. Welcome to Ekko Hule, your new home," He observed them critically for a moment. "Were you not supposed to be here a week ago?" He inquired, crossing his arms. He had attempted to scry them many times, but each time showed nothing. He knew the Arya was behind the wards protecting them.
"Well…" Lillitha started off, looking guiltily at the floor. "We thought…erm…"
We thought we could find a faster way. Enavlysa spoke for the first time. Eragon was surprised by her voice. It was a gentle, musical chime of a voice, but underlying was a menacing note that could be turned into a ferocious roar. Eragon acknowledged her with a tip of his head.
"Well, then you've learned the first lesson, and perhaps the most important," Eragon said. Lillitha looked at him questioningly.
"Always listen to those who tell you what to do. In most cases, we're instructing you for your own safety." Eragon said sternly, and was pleased to see Lillitha sheepishly duck her head.
"Yes, Kingkiller. I will do better to listen," she whispered, and Enavlysa snorted her agreement.
And you, young dragon, must learn to protect your Rider, even if that means going against what they tell you to do. If a Rider dies…so does its dragon. Saphira added, and both Lillitha and Enavlysa whipped around, staring in open-mouthed awe at the magnificent sapphire dragon standing behind them. Saphira easily doubled, if not tripled the size of Enavlysa, and Eragon couldn't help but feel proud to ride such a glorious beast.
"Come, Lillitha, let me show you Ekko. Enavlysa, you are more than welcome to join, or you may feel the urge to hunt with Saphira. The choice is yours," Eragon said, looking into the azure eye of the dragon across from him.
I shall stay with my Rider. She answered, and Eragon nodded his approval.
"Very well. If you would follow me, then…" He led them through the twists and turns of the caverns, pointing to a room here and there, describing all the wondrous benefits of Ekko Hule. He could tell that they weren't paying close attention, but that didn't bother him much. He knew what a long and dangerous trek it had been for the duo, especially after they took their detour. He was surprised such a small dragon and rider had made it this far. He strongly suspected that Arya helped them on their way, but not enough for them to notice. For Arya had said in her letter to him; These two are the most stubborn, prideful pair I know. They refuse to take anything they consider charity, until it is positively thrust upon them. You most teach them the art of acceptance, even if it is charity. We both know you wouldn't have gotten where you are today without a little bit of help. Eragon couldn't agree more.
"Here is where you'll be sleeping…I'll leave you to yourself, but meet me in Safir Hall… Og jeg vil lære deg alt som er å vite om verden ov dens hemmeligheter." He left her with a question hanging from her lips, and a smile on his face.
Okay, well, obviously nothing too exciting about this chapter. Like I said, the language is pretty much a direct translation from Norwegian, except for a few tiny things, but I claim all the pronunciation rights. Here goes;
Skoga av Lïlla- Sk-OH-gah ahv Lie-luh
Skiëmer Mountains- Sky-mer (You all know how to pronounce mountains).
Ekko Hule- Echo Who-ll
Enavlysa- Ehn-ahv-LEESH-a
TRANSLATIONS:
Og jeg villære degalt som er åviteom verden ovdenshemmeligheter: And I will teach you everything there is to know about the world and its secrets.
So, dear readers, I truly hope you enjoy the start of this fanfiction. I've spent a lot of time getting it ready, and I hope it meets your standards! I would love a review or two.
Love,
Destiny