This is my first story, it has spoilers on the ending of Iheritance so don't read if you have not read Inheritance
Du Fells Shur'tugal
The sun had yet to rise as Eragon rose from his waking dreams, feeling refreshed and ready for the new day, he looked over at Saphira, and in that moment, realised how much she had grown since she had hatched. Eragon shaved using magic, then walked to his balcony and meditated, as was his habit. He sat cross legged on the tall stone pillar, he had to climb to the top but he didn't mind, it kept him in shape.
He emptied his mind and listened to the thoughts all the creatures around him, studying them all at once, to Eragon, this was easy, but many he knew found it hard. He learned a lot in those meditations, so he understood all the creatures around him well, but none so much as ants, he knew that Glaedr would scold him if he found out, but Eragon couldn't help it, it was an old habit.
He heard a dull rustle from his room as Saphira woke, so he climbed down from the pillar to talk to her. Good morning, we will have a long day today, I suggest that you go and hunt, you haven't eaten for a while.
Saphira snorted. I am no longer a hatchling, you should not presume to tell me what to do. I will hunt when I want, not when you tell me to. She replied stubbornly. But, you are right, it will be a long day and a hunger gnaws at my belly. I shall find a few ox, they shall suffice. With that she flew off, leaving Eragon in the solitude of his bedroom. Eragon was still in awe of her majesty, her strong, limbs, powerful wings, and her cat-like grace.
Suddenly, Eragon heard a voice from behind him, "Eragon, how are you? I wanted to talk yesterday but I was busy round the castle."
Eragon turned to see one of his few favourite people staring at him from his mirror, "I'm great, what about you?"
"I'm great, the baby's due to arrive soon, Angela turned up to help with the birth, she arrived in secret you know, she doesn't want old Queeny finding out she's here or she'll be forced to join the magician group."
"Ha, that old witch, can I talk to her, it must have been ages since I talked to her. What will you name the baby?"
"Well, if it's a boy, we have decided to name it after you, and if it's a girl, then we will name it after Arya."
"She still visits you then?" Eragon said with surprise, he had expected Arya to forget Eragons family, and concentrate on running Du Weldenvarden. "Has she mentioned ever coming and living with me at all?"
"At the moment no, she has gone quiet as if contemplating something, she used to talk about going to you quite a lot though, and Fírnen is refusing to talk about it as well."
"Mmh, maybe she is growing tired of ruling." Eragon contemplated the thought, but, before he could say anything, Angela the herbalist burst into the view on his mirror.
"Hello, how pleasant it is to meet you again Eragon!" she said.
"Yes, a pleasure to see you too, considered my offer any more?" he asked.
"Offer?" Angela asked quizzically.
"To come and live here." Eragon reminded her.
"Oh yes, that one, I remember now. And I have decided to come, Solembum and family are coming as well." Angela stated.
"Family?" Eragon thought.
"Yes, him, his mate and his kittens, cute little blighters can't leave my knitting alone though." Angela said, clearly not as angry as pretending to be. Suddenly, a scream of pain tore through the air, "She's giving birth, better hurry, bye now." Angela rushed away to the side.
"I'd better go watch over the birth, being the father," the man left in the mirror said, with that he started to leave, Eragon, called him back.
"Jeod, your great, great, great, great, grandfather Roran would be proud of what you are doing with your life, as am I, you are committed to a great task. It is irony that it is much similar to your namesake wanted to do, who I once knew. He was a great scholar, as are you. He merely wanted knowledge. You want to gather as much knowledge of dragons possible, he wanted it on Alagaesia. Find what you seek, and all here will benefit, and Alagaesia will greater than ever." With his final word, the spell ended and the mirror returned to normal again.
Suddenly a young urgal came charging into the room, accompanied by a small hatchling dragon on his shoulder. The urgal was yelling, "Ebrithil, Ebrithil, an envoy has arrived from the High Queen, he brings dire news!" he cried in his deep voice.
Suddenly, a man dressed in armour, carrying the pennant on a white dragon above a sword over a purple field marched into the room. He said, "I come in the name of High Queen Nasauda IV, 5th High Queen of Ilirea."
"You have my greatest welcome, what is the problem and why could I not talk to the Queen using mirrors?" Eragon asked.
It is a memory sir, Murtagh, contacted the Queen, and sent her a memory that is to be given to you, he said send a messenger, and have your memory wiped after you give it to him. If I show you this memory, then I must have my own memory wiped as well."
"I understand, Murtagh wants to meet me but doesn't want anyone else to know where he is. Am I correct?" Eragon said.
"Yes sir, enter my mind and I will give you the memory." The messenger shivered. Eragon walked to him and placed a gentle hand on his forehead and said, "Struggle and this will hurt, just relax." With that, Eragon sent a tendril of thought out to the messenger, the messenger brought up a memory from the back of his mind and said, Here, this one. Eragon pulled it to the forefront and examined it. Eragon was flying along on the back of a red dragon, Ilirea was disappearing fast behind them, the memory was speeded up, leagues took seconds to roll by, He was heading North West slightly, over Cuenon, and over the North Sea. Eragon had never seen a map that showed so far North, it was a wonderful, fertile land, Eragon decided to tell the High Queen to expand there at some point, but, then he saw small villages, Humans inhabited them, but, they seemed more primitive, animal skins as capes, hats made of a bears he. Suddenly, the dragon took a turn and began heading west over a great forest, Eragon realised that Du Weldenvarden must be bigger than he had originally thought. Suddenly, there was an old, abandoned castle on a hill, and in it, the dragon had a home. Eragon released the messenger and wiped his memory, he knew where to find Murtagh, Thorn and Nasauda. Murtagh and Thorn had left to live in the far north, but many years later, the original High Queen Nasauda, who loved Murtagh, followed him, stepping down from her post.
Eragon sighed, it had been 428 years since he had seen either of them. He had hoped Murtagh would join him in the new city, but he hadn't, he had stayed up to the North. Eragon knew what the memory meant, he would visit Murtagh.
Eragon dismissed the messenger, and then waited for Saphira to return from hunting, in their new home, there were plenty of new types of game, goats similar to feldunost, but had hind legs of a rabbit, deer the size of a house, and great fish in the lakes which could leap a hundred feet in the air to catch birds for prey. Eragon knew that Saphira would come back with a fish, they were her favourites as they always provided a challenge for her.HH Eragon had used the name of names to name them in the ancient language, the fish were called vindradurna, the goats were named fellkalfya after their enormous back legs, and the deer were hljödirhlaupa for the run silently.
Eragon heard the familiar thud, thud, thud of Saphira's wings, he looked out the balcony and could see her rushing toward the balcony, as she landed heavily, she burped up a giant skeleton of a fish. That was a good breakfast, it was a bit sloppy when it tried to catch me though, it died in seconds.
I'm sure it did, which is why you are missing part of your tail.
What! It got me on the tail! Saphira thought indignantly.
Yes, don't worry I will heal it. Eragon had to bite back a smile. He placed his hand by the tip of Saphira's tail and chanted the tail to re-grow.
It tickles, said Saphira, hurry up, we will be needed soon.
Yes, I know, and tomorrow, we shall visit Murtagh, he sent a message saying how to get there.
Really, said Saphira, I would like a to meet a dragon as old as me for once. At that moment, great bells sounded around the valley their house was in, signalling the start of a new day.
Eragon went out onto the balcony and sighed, he stared at his life's work and thought, Saphira, do you realise that this will be our 10th set of fully trained Riders. We may be able to send a few to help look after Alagaesia every now and again, you know, stop bad magicians, shades, act as envoys for the different countries.
Eragon felt Saphira agree that it would be a good idea, then too joined him to look out on the city of Dras-Shur'tugal, the greatest city built, greater even than Doru Araeba. The city in the small mountain range named Du Fells Shur'tugal, the home of the Riders.
