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We are not alone, little one, said Saphira.

A smile crept across his face.

The Ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.

Little one? Asked Saphira.

Yes Saphira? Came Eragon's reply

Should I have told Fírnen that I am carrying a clutch of his eggs? I completely forgot about them in the sadness of leaving him.

Eragon looked up at her in amazement.

Saphira, I am very happy for you, and Fírnen would be too. We can tell them with the mirror I gave Arya to keep in contact. He will be happy to know.

Thank you, Little one.

Eragon turned and looked at the group of elves that had volunteered to come with him to rebuild the order of dragon riders. He smiled. At least I don't have to do this alone he thought to himself. Even if the elves had not come, he would have had the support from the Eldunarí and his beloved sapphire blue dragon, Saphira. Even if he had just lost the love of his life and was destined to never return to Alagaësia, he was happy. He new he would be in contact with Arya and Nasuada, even if it was just to lend assistance. He knew now that Arya, the beautiful elven queen, did in fact have feelings for him, and he was content to believe that maybe one day they could live a happy life together. He brushed these thoughts away and looked to the horizon. Blödhgarm walked up and stood next to him. Eragon acknowledged his presence but otherwise kept gazing at the horizon.

No Saphira. We are not alone, and hopefully never will be.

We will always be here for each other, Eragon.

Arya and Fírnen flew away from the boat. Both of them were suffering from heart ache, but they could not abandon the elves. Not now. Fírnen landed where Roran was standing still, and without a word, Roran got on behind Arya. He strapped his legs into the saddle and wiped away tears. Even if Eragon was just his cousin, he still loved him like a brother. As Fírnen took off he noticed Arya was trembling slightly, barely noticeable at all.

"You loved him Arya, didn't you?" Asked Roran.

Arya froze and was about to deny it, just as she had ever since meeting the boy. No, not boy. Man. But now she could no longer deny it. The truth would no longer hurt her or Eragon.

"Yes." She whispered. "I have loved him for along time now, and I can no longer hide it."

Roran didn't push her further. He sat back in the saddle a bit and thought of what was to come. My cousin is the most powerful being in all of Alagaësia...well not anymore I suppose. I have a wife and daughter and I am finally happy.

After everything, he was finally happy. He killed more people than he could count, and regretted it as much as he could. But he was finally free. Free from the tyranny of the Empire, and he had a good life in front of him. Maybe one day, I can see my cousin again. He sighed. That was likely never to happen.

And so, Fírnen flew on, towards Du Weldenvarden. The group was in deep thought of the past and what was to come.

Thorn sat in the cave Murtagh and him called home, his rider laying on a cot. They had flown North after the battle of Urû'baen and settled on a mountain on the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden. They both needed time to rest and think. They had decided to live in solitude for a bit and reflect on their lives. They needed the time alone, for not many in Alagaësia would want them. Not after what they did in their forced service to Galbatorix. Thorn was worried about his rider. Murtagh was in a state of depression, but not terribly so. It was mostly heart break. He had decided to leave Nasuada, even if it hurt both of them. He also was upset about the fact that Eragon was not his full brother, but only his half-brother. But there was one large problem they both had to face. Would Thorn and Murtagh help train the new generation of riders? Only time could tell if they would. For now, they were both content to live alone.

Murtagh noticed that Thorn was radiating sadness.

Thorn, what is troubling you? Asked Murtagh over their mental link.

Nothing at all Murtagh. Came Thorn's hasty reply.

Murtagh felt Thorn wall off some of his thoughts to him and said,

Come now Thorn, your emotions are easier to read than an open book. What is bothering you?

If you must know, I am sad that I will never find a mate. Saphira would never consider me, and none of the new dragons will take me once they know of my misdeeds across the land.

Murtagh Frowned. He should have guessed as much.

Thorn, any female dragon would want you, you helped defeat the evil tyrant that kept them from being free the last few hundred years! That alone is enough to wipe your misdeeds away! Just you wait buddy, you will miss this in the following years.

Miss what, being alone?

Having time to be alone, talk with me. Because once the female dragons come to age, all will pursue you and want to be your mate. With all of your time mating with all the beautiful dragons and making younglings-

ENOUGH Thorn Roared in his mind, his embarrassment showing.

I suppose you make valid points, my rider.

Murtagh simply smiled. Yes, they may be alone, but they had each other and the beautiful nature to help them get by. Even if they decided not to help train new riders, they would still see his brother and Saphira when they could. And so they looked out of the cave, thinking of what was to come...

So here is chapter one of my story of Eragon. It will be updated soon, and please leave a review!