Although this is not my first story, it's the first one I have written in probably a year or two. I hope you enjoy, and please review. I can't make it better unless you tell me whats wrong.
Another line appeared on Eragon's door after he uttered a few words in the ancient language. There was now a total of 200 of them . Each represented one year that had passed since the completion of Dras Shur'tugal. Saphira had said, there is no reason to use any complicated meanings, everyone should know what this place is about, Dras Shur'tugal is what it is and what it will be called. And that was that for no one dared to bring forth argument.
Eragon sighed, and looked at how long he was here, and stated to Saphira, Ahhhh, we have been gone to long partner, Roran has died, Ismira, and even Ismiras son has passed into the void. The only ones left other than our elven companions is Orik, and he is winding down, he whispered to Saphira through their mental link, greif and pain emanting from his voice.
Eragon, I am also greatly pained, ohhh but little one, do not worry it was inevitable, think of the happier things, for there is plenty…Murtagh and Thorn are right down the hall, Blodhgram is helping me teach this very instant, and you must not forget all of your students who love you dearly.
All of Eragons saddened thoughts diminished once Saphira was over, you have always known how to clear my mind.
Saphira did a mental hum of awknowlegdment, and went back to teaching the riders about combat with another race, specifically elves, and Blodhgram was the example. He was trying to "kill" her. eragon would've regulary been their helping her or other teachers, but this week was the time for him to discover what was going on in Alageasia and give advice to the worlds new leaders, even on trivial matters. He always did this when the marking on the door act came, though it was not very nessacary for him to anymore. There were 256 riders including him, Murtagh, and Arya. Though only 52 were fully trained, and all of them except 4 were in Alageasia. The 48 in Alagaesia were spread out, some consultants to the countries, other roaming freely about helping people who were in need, and also teaching the new generations about the past. Eragon only contacted Alageasia to keep in touch with old friends, and new ones.
At this moment he was contacting Jorun, the present King of Alageasia, which now included Surda, who was Nasuadas great grandson. Jorun was young, very young, he was 18 when he took throne. His father died from a uncurable sickness, and Jorun was forced to take the throne. Jorun was now 25, he was tall and muscular, and of course, kingly looking, with the perfect featuers. In truth, other than Nasuada, he was the greatest leader yet. Eragon had heard that he had even bested some, only some, of his riders in duels. Eragon respected him, but only to a ceratin extent, he still doubted his wisdom.
The mirror infront of him rippled and a gory scene came up in front of him. Jorun was tied to his throne, the gaurds that were addigned to him were slaughtered. A man standing to the side of Jorun smiled when he saw Eragon in the mirror, "Just in time boy, if you do not wish to see Jorun killed go retrieve Eragon," and the man placed a knife against Joruns throat to prove his willingness to kill.
Eragon just smiled, he still looked like he did when he left, even at the ripe age of 226, he looked in his late teens or very early twenties. Eragon said, "I am in command at this moment and whatever you wish to say you may say to me, Eragon is not available and will never be for such trivial matters."
The man steamed anger, "This is no trivial matter, a king is about to die." Jorun was partially confused because he knew it was Eragon talking, but atleast he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
"You are right, I am sorry, just tell me a message and I will relay it to Eragon."
"Tell your master that a new force is in Alageasia, a force that can easily overthrow it, and it will. Jorun is already captured and My forces await for me just outside of Gil'ead, which has already been taken. We are going to take all of Alageasia and soon enough you shall also be bowing down to me." The mirror went black.
Eragon sat back, closed his eyes, and thought of one word that use to define his life, t would now define his again, WAR.
