Hey guys! I'm back with a new fic! This time, though, its an Eragon fic. I really enjoyed the Inheritance Cycle, so I decided to make a fifth book for it, but as part of a different series. So, I really hope you enjoy this new fic. So yeh, read, enjoy and REVIEW

P.s, there is a glossary at the bottom.

Nyr Fyrstr

Breoal Shur'tugal

Eragon stood steady at the prow of the ship, staring into the starry night sky. Wind whipped his short hair back as he gazed into the dying sun, sorrow filling his heart. It was only twenty four days after he had departed from Alagaesia forever, yet already he missed everything about it, in particular, Arya, the love of his life.

"Eragon, focus."

"I know Saphira... But..."

"Don't worry. Worry for the future of the riders. For a new home. Focus on what must be done."

Eragon mentally nodded and his restless mind took him to new thoughts of his preoccupations. He and Saphira had wasted away hours, scouting ahead and looking at the different islands, but to no avail.

The glowing terracotta disc slid below the horizon and the world was eerily plunged into a deafening silence, accompanied by an inky black pall.

***Two weeks later***

Mounted on Saphiras back, Eragon scanned his surroundings as they dodged the trees and wove a path through the forest ahead. They were scouting ahead, looking for danger and for possible islands or areas to reset up. Saphira rose high into sky and passed by the forest into a grassy plain, observing the scenes below for a couple of minutes.

"I can't see an edge, can you?"

"I cannot. It seems we have hit the mainland." Saphira replied.

The lush trees were highly visible with Saphiras eagle eyes. Ravines ran deep through cliff faces and strange animals lurked in this new world. Rivers gushed around and strange life forms seemed to lurk in these areas.

"Can we get lower?"

"Why? I am not hungry."

"What?" Eragon smirked in mock surprise. He carried on sombrely "I want to find out about this place. It's weird... Doesn't feel right."

"I know." Saphira dived low and Eragon felt like whooping for joy in this new found freedom. He noted the size of the wildebeest and deer, which were at least his height if not more. The trees were bent at angles, and were deprived of all leaves. They were threadbare, like needles.

Eragon felt a presence enter his mind, and he opened his mind accordingly. "What do you see Shadeslayer? You have been gone nigh three hours." Blodhgarm entered his mind cautiously.

"We have hit the mainland. Prepare to travel in land. We should find something in here, but it doesn't feel right. There is a thick river which we have followed. You should continue through that. Judge it for yourself. But I have a feeling we will be setting up soon, but further on, past these gloomy lands." Eragon said.

Eragon sensed joy in the reply, "As you say, Shadeslayer."

"Beware the Nidhwals my furry two leg." Saphira added.

"And you the winds of the foreign sky, Brightscales."

Eragon felt the presence leave his mind.

They carried on silently for ten minutes before Saphira spoke, "It is time to go back, child."

Eragon agreed silently and Saphira gracefully turned, rose and flew back, flying with ease.

"Saern-Elda how should we reconstruct a fortress?" Eragon asked.

"Ah, Firesword, I see. It will not be easy, I grant you that, but our Nyr Begnä will be fine. It will not be simple. I suggest a mixture of caverns, tunnels, tree houses, the like of which you lived in during your training, and a central castle. Blodhgarm, I, the other elves and Saphira will help you."

Blodhgarm, nodded. "That, I will. But it will not be easy, and may take a few years. We must choose our location carefully."

Eragon bowed in return and returned to the prow in thought. He let go of the worries of setting up, he was sure it would come together somehow. He wondered how he could contact Arya. He had tried using a mirror ever since he'd left, but to no avail. He seeked a different company to Nasuada or Saphira. He pulled out his mirror, and for the thousandth time tried again.

Suddenly a face appeared and Eragon nearly dropped the mirror! ARYA! She hadn't picked up her mirror for three weeks and now here she was.

"Arya?" Eragon said, reigning in his excitement!

She smiled brightly, "Eragon!"

He looked at her beautiful face, rosy lips, high cheekbones and beautiful hair. "How are you?"

"Busy," she said, and as the smile wore off he noted the exhaustion over her face, the bags under her eyes, "it's not easy being queen of the elves. They are a stubborn race. And everything is filled with ridiculous etiquette and stuff I care little for. How are you? Have you found any place of interest?"

Eragon laughed, "no. But I feel that we are near. I estimate that we will be about a weeks flight away from the edges of Alagaesia. We have hit mainland now and soon enough we will find land for our dragons."

"Brilliant! Will I be able to come and see you?" She blushed.

"Of course. We might need your help in setting up." He paused. "Besides, you need a break from the court of the elves. You and Firnen can freshen up."

Arya glanced behind her and Eragon realised that she was being interrupted.

"Is it a good time?" Eragon asked.

"Not great, but carry on. The head of the riders comes before any of my duties." She fake bowed and giggled.

Eragon laughed. "Why thank you, your highness," he mocked in a posh voice, "but if I were you I'd beware of the fanghur infestation. They're everywhere, Saphira and I have met far too many." They paused, looking at one another longingly. "Have any of the eggs hatched?"

Arya looked crestfallen. "Not yet. We're about to finish our rounds of the elves and humans. The elves have hatched none. Nor the humans. The urgals and dwarves are yet to be offered the opportunity. They will come later, by we need some eggs to hatch soon. Without you, people are becoming restless. They believe that the riders aren't real. That there are none. That we lied about the new generation." She grimaced.

"Ah. Well maybe I should come back and make sure they know what Saphira and I are still alive?"

"Maybe." Silence fell over them. "I'm afraid I must go. My advisors worry about me, you know. I am off on a small adventure soon, I won't be able to contact you. Goodbye, Eragon."

Eragon waved and, spiked with courage, exclaimed, "I love you, Arya drottnïng."

She looked into his eyes, but said nothing.

Finally she said, "And you."

At this, the mirror cut off. Eragon's heart leapt high in joy!

"Blodhgarm! Blodhgarm! We have found the place!" Eragon yelled. He relayed this message in a mental shout. As he waited he noticed the narrowing of the river. It had started to become difficult to traverse, and they were lucky to be able to stop now before endangering their ship and their cargo.

Finally a response came. "I hear you, Shadeslayer. Come below deck. We must discuss our plans. Saern-elda will be with us, and we can plan our building. Contact the others, as Arya and Murtagh must come in order to set up, within the next two weeks. I will discuss more with you and Saern-elda later."

"Thank you, Blodhgarm!" Eragon shouted, in excitement of the forecoming events. He may be responsible for the riders of Alagaesia, but even Eragon couldn't hold back his delight at this news! Who should he contact? Saphira of course, but he had already relayed the conversation to her. Nasuada? He supposed he should, but out of formality more than excitement. Arya? But she was busy. He supposed there was no one, but even this could not dampen his spirits.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that after Murtagh and Arya came, along with numerous other guests, including Firnen and Thorn, it would be his turn to parade Alagaesia once more. Blodhgarm, Saern, Tarlea and the other elves had discussed this with him, and they had come to the conclusion that as they set up, all the riders and leaders should be present. Not only this, but they would help for a week to start the process, and then they would all travel back, except the elves, to Alagaesia to announce this and to show off the new riders.

Eragon's whirling mind came to a sudden standstill. They didn't even have any new riders! What if they had none on their parade of the nations? Surely it would endanger the already fragile peace. As Eragon's mind chewed this over, the boat came to a standstill. They had anchored for the night. Eragon decided to contact Nasuada on the next day. For now, he should visit Saern and Blodhgarm. His mind descended into thought.

As he climbed down the stairs, lost in thought, he caught Saphira's mind.

"Saphira?"

"Young one."

"Should we do this?" He mixed fear into his words, but he knew it was really anxiety. The thought of setting up permanently outside of Alagaesia was terrifying.

"You know the answer." She reassured him, "now go and talk to Blodhgarm and Saern-Elda."

Eragon reached the beautifully gilded door. He admired it before he opened it and slowly turned the handle. He looked in to a room filled with a long table, and had numerous chairs along its length. In its centre three candles were lit, emitting a soft glow on the room. Surrounding the room were bookshelves of books, old or new, dusty or glowing with life. He noticed a couple open on the table in front of Tarlea, the female elf who sat next to Blodhgarm. On the other side of the table, sat Saern, an old elf who, Eragon estimated, had accumulated over 650 years of knowledge and experience. The only elf he knew who was older was Rhunon-elda, who had been one of the eldest elves alive, although she was still skilful. They had all taken a seat on the far end of the table, and as Eragon drew nearer, their low muttering ceased.

"Ah, Shadeslayer. You are here." Blodhgarm swiftly moved to his feet like a cat. "Please do take a seat. We were just discussing good ideas for a settlement area. We have drawn up a number of ideas." He smiled and gestured to a long piece of parchment next to Tarlea.

"Good. Well, you can show me, I'm sure they are good but I feel we must decide. Soon enough it will be time to set up and we must give our location to the others for their arrival. Furthermore, you know as well as I do that we need to plan our set up. We cannot risk the demise of the new rider home." Eragon replied. He watched as Tarlea drew out the parchment and then she passed them to him, across the table.

"Here, Eragon. These are some of the necessities we had drawn up for the settlement. We felt that it would be a good idea to set up at the base of a mountain. It would provide us with shelter, a height advantage all around, and a decent amount of trees to sing to, yet enough rock to form big buildings, and would provide a good area for the dragons. Also there should be caves there, decent for storage areas, for shelter and good for us to stay in during the early stages of the building of the Riders home."

"Precisely, although surely we will need a water supply, but I guess that's what this rivers for." She nodded. "Do we have any locations yet?" He finished.

Saern answered this question. "Ah, king killer, that is why we need you. You looked across the country, so you would know if we have found any ideal locations."

"Saern-Elda, Saphira and I have searched the surroundings, and we have one suggestion for such a place. It's is a craggy hill, and has a waterfall. If we set up on one of the plateaus further up there is everything that we have need of." He studied Tarlea's face as she considered this. Even in the dim light, one could see that she was very pretty, with high cheek bones, a pale face and delicate, chocolate brown hair. Her eyes were a strange yellow colour, and even in this small light, her Amber eyes looked mysterious, there was something lurking in them. She had been part of Islazandi's inner circle, and was a great warrior, one of the best of the elf Kingdom. Since they had departed, he had either sparred with her or Blodhgarm. Blodhgarm was a far better dueller, as his mind was extremely strong, but Eragon could overcome it after an hour or two. However against Tarlea, he still had not won the majority of the spars. She was vastly agile and had a deceptive power between her hands.

"I must say it does sound good, but i wonder how far it is from this river?" She looked at him inquisitively.

"Saphira will know." He said simply.

And so he searched and quickly found her, as she feasted on a large antelope. "Saphira!"

"Eragon?"

"I need your help. How far would you say that craggy rock was from the ship." He felt her consider it and then change her mind. Finally she answered him.

"Just under six leagues from here. Perhaps an hours ride."

"And by boat?"

"Half a day I would guess."

"Do you think it's a good idea?"

"It's the best we have." She answered, ripping another piece of the antelope off and chewing on it. He shrugged and withdrew from her.

All three of the elves were looking at him.

"She says it is an hours ride from here, perhaps, due to the meandering of the river, a half day boat trip. The river runs by the crags, so that is no problem."

They nodded and Tarlea elegantly scribed something onto her paper. The ink was purple, a strange colour to see in place of black. Saern continued the discussion, his croaky voice shattering the silence.

"Well, now that is settled, we must discuss the matter of what we will do when we will arrive there. Eragon, let us imagine the place, let us feel and see it, and then we will know whether it will become Breoal Shur'tugal. Then we will know what to do with Breoal Shur'tugal-"

"-The dragon-rider home." Eragon mumbled, "I like it."

Eragon shared the age with the surrounding minds, and as he did, he looked around it mentally for how to set up. By the river a few gatherings of trees stood, working there way up the hill. He sent them a zoomed in version of the mental image, highlighting a possible plateau they could use, one with a small wood on it, which allowed the river to flow directly through it. They shared their pleasure of the idea. It was an ideal area.

Eragon received images of a central tower surrounded by sung trees, and noticed a network of tunnels that Saern had highlighted as he opened the image to all their minds.

Over the course of an hour, they edited, changed and decided on the plan for the new Breoal Shur'tugal, or home of the dragon riders. They finally reached a decision. They had even drawn up plans of how and when they would make it, and what would be done first, and what was to be done last. Eragon was pleased, it had turned out better than was expected. When fully completed, they estimated about 2 years from the present, as long as nothing went wrong, it should hold up to 20 dragons and their riders. There was also plenty of food for the dragons, with an infestation of Fanghur all around, and endless supplies of deer and other giant beasts. Their first task, in fact, would to kill all the fanghur in the area, and clean it up, ready for building.

For the first time in weeks, Eragon had something to look forward to. He had an inspiration, something to work towards. Anxiety was driven from his mind as he walked out and towards his cabin. He opened the door and undressed, getting ready for bed. As he got lay down he transferred almost all his energy into the sapphire in his pommel. He fell asleep, buzzing, ready for the coming meeting.

***Two weeks later***

He loaded every single pack onto Saphira's back that would it and finally he climbed into his position on her back. They were unloading most their cargo into the now de-fanghured, and sung tree settlement. The had sung three or four trees and had wiped out most the fanghur infestation. Most the cargo, however, was going into the underground cavern that they had discovered at the base of the waterfall. For the next month or so that would be where Cuaroc and their cargo, and most the eggs and eldunari would stay as Eragon, Arya and Murtagh, and perhaps any new riders, would parade Alagaesia to remind people of the riders and their legacy. Any time tomorrow Nasuada, Arya, Murtagh, Orik and Orrin should arrive. His excitement was bubbling over at seeing all his friends in one place for the first time in over a month.

Not only this, but this would bring about the official start of the new riders, Breoal Shur'tugal, and his return to Alagaesia. He wondered whether or not Angela would come too. He'd be interested to see whether or not her prediction about Alagaesia would be right.

As he flew on Saphira he watched the chain of elves running up the craggy rock towards the plateau. Saphira beat her wings twice and then descended through the water fall into the huge cavern, which was easily three time her size.

It was beautiful, filled with crystallites and some jewels, a natural treasury! It was strange to think that in the future Eragon would probably use these as storers of energy for future riders, that being if there were any. A small pond could be found, full of aquamarine water, towards the front of the vast cavern, which served not only as storage, but as dragon shelter, for now. Eragon, too, preferred the pounding of water on rock to the wind atop the sung trees on the craggy hill. The rock was fiery red in. Most places, although was often filled by a lighter pink granite sort of colour. This gave an impression of constant fire and daytime and light. The glint of the sun sparkled in the cavern and Eragon and Saern had decided they would use this as the final great hall, when, their final project, the dragon roost, was complete. This would be the final, and by far most difficult project for them, as it would be designed to hold 20 dragons at least. They would also connect the trees to the cavern, build a subtle bridge into the waterfall cavern, and connect numerous tunnel networks and caves. The natural defences in this area were brilliant. Firstly, it would seem a rather hidden settlement, secondly, they had a significant height advantage over their attackers, and, finally, there were large pools of water surrounding it.

Eragon hurled the bags off Saphira's back and muttered to soften his fall to the ground. He took the bags to the end of the room and piled all their stockpiled food on top of the rest of their remaining resources. He clambered onto Saphira's back and once again admired the beauty of the cave.

"It looks slightly like thorn, bright red dazzling, and huge." Saphira shared with him mentally.

"I see what you mean, but to me it is more of a sunset or sunrise, and I would attribute it to an orange dragon, rather than a red one." Eragon shared back.

She took off, quickly blasting through the waterfall and making the flight to the bottom of he crags, where Saphira and he had carried all their possessions over the last week. Now they were being sorted into piles and taken into different storage areas.

"I am pleased with the result of our new home, Saphira."

"And I."

"Good. I was worried though, I had anxieties whilst dreaming of a terrible place."

"Child, you worry too much. Dragons, no, we don't." Saphira exclaimed proudly.

Eragon snorted. "Dragons are too self-obsessed. Humans, we aren't."

Saphira shook her head and shot out a hot burst of flames. "Are you saying I shouldn't be." She let on a tone of danger underplaying her message.

Eragon laughed. "Of course not."

Eragon was surprised that Saphira never answered. He mentally probed her.

"Look!" She shouted, indicating upwards. As he looked upwards he whooped for joy. A green spark raced across the sky.

Arya had arrived.

They shot through the sky towards her and Fírnen. The dragons encircled each other and Eragon called out.

"Arya!"

She looked calm, but he could see the excitement in her eyes. "Eragon."

"You were quick. We were expecting you tomorrow."

"I was more nearby than I had expected. On my adventure, you see." She winked.

Eragon's heart skipped a beat, and as the dragons landed he carried on, "Well? Would you like, to see it?" He asked her. She grinned.

He showed her around the surroundings at first, whilst the dragons flew in the air.

"And this, this is the waterfall. Behind it is our storage tower and where Saphira and I sleep. It's huge." He entered it with her in trail. He waved at one of the elves, "Hey Farlay." She waved back and they continued into the room.

"Wow," Arya said, "that's beautiful! How did you find it?"

Eragon smiled. He took her hand. "One of the elves wanted to examine the rock face behind the waterfall for Fanghur. Instead, we found this." He gestured at the whole cavern.

"We're there lots of Fanghur, because we had a lot on our way here."

"Tonnes. Fortunately we wiped them all out recently. We've started our next stage too. The singing of the trees. At the moment we have a small ring of 8 houses. The elves share a house with one or two others each. Some hold our more personal treasures, or our possessions."

She smiled at this. "And have you got anything made for the dragons."

"Nice of you to think of me, Drottnïng." Saphira piped in.

"Yes, don't forget us dragons." Fírnen added.

"Yes, yes. Well, at the moment, the dragons can sleep in the cavern. There are also some other caves for dragons. This is the biggest cave, but it's the nicest and the hardest to see into. There's one on the other side at least ten times the size of Saphira." Eragon explained.

"But it's less beautiful!" Saphira chimed. Arya laughed with her tinkling laugh. Eragon was reminded of all the good times he'd shared with her since becoming a rider.

"Of course, Saphira Brightscales." She answered.

They walked in silence, uninterrupted even by the dragons for five minutes before they reached the tree houses. As they held hands Eragon picked up the familiar scent of crushed pine needles. Everything seemed to be coming together just fine.

Glossary

Nyr Fyrstr - New beginnings

Shur'tugal - Dragon rider

Breoal Shur'tugal - The Home of the Dragon Riders.

Drottnïng - Queen

-Elda - respectful suffix

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