Hello Readers, it's been a VERY long time since I've written anything for FF. Over a year now =( I dunno if I can compete with some of the stuff I've been reading lately, it's been really good, but I'll try.
Like most people, I depised the Cliffhanger of Cliffhangers after Inheritance, so I just HAD to continue it, no matter what ^^ This takes place in a land Eragon has named Vralrim (just a random name I came up with :P), but it will continue from the end of Inheritance, so sit back, go get a snack or something, and enjoy this the most you can (although you probably will write a 10000 character long flame telling me how bad this story was!)
Eragon sat on the edge of the boat, his legs swinging over the edge as he stared into the distance, wondering what was in store for him.
Little one, Saphira said.
Yes? Eragon inquired.
I spot land. I am very hungry from all this flying. I shall go have a snack before coming back, Saphira said, a little tiredly.
Alright then, enjoy your "snack", Eragon smiled. Saphira wheeled around to the left and flew off, her entire body twinkling and her enormous wings flapped, just enough to keep her airborne. It was a majestic sight.
Eragon turned back to stare into the surf. He missed Roran, Katrina, Arya, Jeod, and all his friends back on Alagaesia, but the pain in his heart had receded to a dull thump-thump.
"Hello Shadeslayer," Blodhgarm said softly, bowing to Eragon. "Would you like breakfast at this time?"
"No thank you Blodhgarm, thank you for asking," Eragon replied. The elf bowed before retreating back to the stern of the ship.
The sun had just risen, it was a beautiful morning, with the sun sparking off the blue-green ocean. The skies were without a cloud. A pod of dolphins were swimming beside the ship. A few jumped up in a beautiful arc before diving back into the ocean again. Eragon smiled at that. The ship rocked as it traversed over waves, yet the rocking was gentle, almost soothing.
Eragon amused himself for an hour by throwing a stone out as far as he could before saying, "ganga aptr" or "ganga fram" to move the rock as far out as he could before he could barely hold onto it. Then he made it return to his hand before repeating the process. By that time, Saphira had returned.
What are you doing little one? Saphira asked curiously.
I am testing myself, Eragon replied.
Eragon, Saphira sighed. You are the strongest mage in the entire world. You're skill with a blade is also fearful, yet you feel the need to test yourself with a rock?
Now that you put it that way... Eragon sighed. I don't know Saphira, I'm just bored out of my wits.
Saphira roared. She grasped Eragon in her claws and sprang upwards. Eragon, surprised, could only go along with her as she flew up. She flew up and up, until the ship was a tiny speck in the huge, vast plains of the ocean. Then she dove. Eragon could barely hold himself from not screaming as she plunged down, her wings drawn close to her body, almost forming an arrow. She dove until she almost crashed into the sea, which would be a sure death, before flaring her wings and stopping a mere five feet above the water.
As Saphira held Eragon there, slowly flapping her wings, she inquired, Are you bored now Eragon?
Laughing, Eragon replied, Not at all. Thank you Saphira.
I was extremely upset when you said you were bored, Saphira remarked as she set Eragon upon the ship again.
I imagined so, Eragon said sagely as he wobbled on the deck. Blodhgarm hurried up to them. "Argetlam! What is the matter?" he asked.
Saphira and Eragon looked at each other, then burst out laughing. The elf looked at them curiously as they laughed. Saphira was quite a sight when laughing. Air wheeshed in and out of her lungs, and spurts of fire came out of her nostrils. "It's nothing Blodhgarm,"
Blodhgarm stared at them for a second before bowing and said, "Yes Shur'tugal" and again walking back to the stern. Eragon frowned slightly.
I wonder what they are doing at the stern, he remarked to Saphira.
I'm sure it's nothing, Saphira remarked. You can go check if you wish. Now if you'll excuse me, this tiny boat is much too small for a dragon such as I.
Indeed. Eragon replied. Saphira jumped up and flapped her wings. The boat immediately tilted to the left for a long second before righting itself.
Saphira! Eragon cried.
Sorry. Saphira flew up to the top of the boat before delicately holding the mast in her paws to stop the rocking of the ship. Is that better?
Much. Eragon grumbled. Eragon walked back to the stern, wondering what the other elves were doing back there.
When he arrived at the stern, he saw the group of four elves hovering around a map, arguing softly. Eragon was surprised. It was rare to see elves argue. Blodhgarm was the first to see Eragon. He stood and bowed, which in Eragon's opinion, was overkill, but Eragon dare not tell the elf that. "Welcome Shadeslayer," he said. The other elves stood up and bowed as well.
"Good morning to all. What's the matter?" Eragon asked.
"We have a map drawn up by the old ones who knew of lands outside of Alegaesia," Blodhgarm remarked. "We are trying to decide which one to visit. Each has their own strengths and faults, yet we do not know which is the perfect location," The other elves nodded.
"May I have a look?" Eragon inquired. Blodhgarm pushed the map towards him. Eragon sat down and looked at the map. There were four different islands, all roughly the same size. "So what appears to be the problem?" he asked.
"This one here," Blodhgarm pointed to the island furthest to the left, "has high mountains and a valley, which will be good for protection, but to get water, we would need to traverse to the other side and build waterworks to reach the valley." Eragon frowned. He knew that water was the key to life. Water helped them grow food, quench their thirst, bathe, they absolutely needed water.
"This one," Blodhgarm pointed at the next one, "has food and water nearby, but doesn't have too many natural defenses. We would have to devise our own."
"Hmm," Eragon muttered. "Alright, what about the next one?"
"The next one has water and mountains, but animals are quite rare there. We would have to breed them in order to get the population to sustain a group of people, as well as dragons."
"And the fourth?" Eragon asked, his heart sinking. All of the islands had some sort of major problem with it.
Blodhgarm hesitated. "It is my belief that the fourth island is the best one. Although it does not have any natural defensives on the island itself; it is surrounded by a whirlpool. No one without magic could possibly cross it. However, if you have magic, it is quite easy to get across."
"What about wildlife and water? And resources?" Eragon demanded.
"Those are plentiful, we will not need to worry about those."
"Then in my opinion, the fourth island is definitely the best," Eragon said, confused on why they were arguing. A female elf was shaking her head.
"We will run the risk that some sort of magic user will hear about where we are and be able to sneak onto the island."
"Aye, that's true," Eragon admitted. "But how long will it take them? First off, I doubt we will be bothered for years, as Alagaesia must rebuild. Then, they would need to find us, which would be a challenge on its own. Finally, after a few years, we will already have Dragon Riders who can defend, it won't just be defenseless hatchings."
The female elf paused. "I suppose you are right Shadeslayer," she admitted. She bowed to him. "Let us sail onto the fourth island,"
"What is the name of the island?" Eragon asked.
"It was known as Vralrim," Blodhgarm replied.
"To Vralrim!" Eragon cried, and the elves cried back, "To Vralrim!" Above them, Saphira roared and breathed a 100 foot long torrent of fire. Eragon chucked, then turned back to Blodhgarm. "About that breakfast…"
Well, Chappie One comes to a close. What didja think? Bad, Horrible, or Throwup-worthy? Tell meh!
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Note: I will not make Chapter 2 until I get 10 million reviews, so review review review! :D
Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!
~ASumBohDee
