Saga
Summary: After defeating Galbatorix, he begins a new life in Carvahall with his brother (Murtagh) and his cousin (Roran) in a new farm and with a few visits to the capital.
But his life of adventure didn't end, yet. Because the people are searching to a new heir to the throne of Alagaësia. They hear rumours of the heir of the old lineage that is still alive. Here goes Eragon searching, will he find 'him'?
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Chapter II:
Rumours
The sun was rising slowly, and in the forest one red dragon opened his eye to look at it. His companion, which was a female was still sleeping but not for much time.
"Saphira, it's time. Wake up."
She opened one blue eye and looked at him, only to close it again.
"It's too soon. Let me sleep!" The female roared lazily and rolled over turning her back to the sun.
"We have to go to Carvahall, then travel to Urú'baen. We have a busy day…"
"It seems like Eragon and Murtagh can't walk."
"To Urú'baen, of course not!" Thorn groaned frustrated. One thing that he had learned of female's dragon was that, they are so difficult of putting with.
"No. to Carvahall!" She emitted one sound of like thousands of rocks falling, which he could presume that she was laughing.
- Hello to you two. – The two colossal creatures looked at two riders that were already up.
"Already up Eragon? I thought that Thorn was the only maroon here to wake up at this time!"
Hearing his name, Thorn panted. Was that what she thought of him? A younger and crazy dragon child? One that wasn't even worthy of being her mate. To be sure of the continuity of their lineage?
- Oh Saphira, don't be hash on him. He was educated like this. Old habits die hard… - Murtagh excused caressing his dragon's thorn.
"Well Murtagh, what should he do first? I think that the merchants can be already awake."
- For me is alright Murtagh, we can be going, but Saphira is playing hard to wake.
"Little one, you know me like it was me. In our adventures I didn't complain but now…I want to sleep!"
After convincing a lazy and suborned dragon female they flew a little above the Prickle, when they were sure that all Carvahall was up and ready. They handed to there.
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He pushed the heavy wooden door of the bar. In the door was painted in a white paint «Morn's bar»; he could see that the building was new. It didn't have the same mysterious atmosphere as the normal bars.
Inside it was lighted by small candles which made the light red. It had a big counter with high chairs. Then an amount of tables filled with drunken old men or others playing cards.
Behind the counter was the bartender – Morn;
- What will it be my friend? – He asked putting one cup down and cleaning his hands.
- One giraffe please. – The old man said. He sat in one of the chairs near the balcony.
- Here you go. – Of one only time the old merchant drank it all.
Behind him other men told stories and retold the story of the two riders of the Dragons and of their previous kings; that captivated his attention…because he had one new, waiting for being told.
- I too have one that I think you all need to know.
The entire bar now was quiet. But he could see two young men sat by the shadow of the bar. He could feel their glares.
- Tell us then…? – A fat drunk asked laughing.
- Grey. I'll tell you…
«When I and my 'family' of merchants were travelling for the sides of Surda, more probably of Kuasta, we hear a rumour…»
Some laughs were heard on the other side of the bar. Who was the one that didn't heard rumours?
«The city is little and is too isolated by the Prickle but it's near the sea. There are fishermen and farmers and two sources of living; which is very good. That means when the weather doesn't provide water to the plants, they always have the fishing. It isn't normal to them to happen strange situations like in here. But we do have somthing in common with the peopel of Kuasta besides of being surrounded by the Prickle, is that we all enjoy stargazing.
So in a fullmoon night, when the Healer was coming back of a journey to the nearest village, cutting through the dangers of the woods, she saw something glimpse in the horizon. Thinking it was a falling star, as they're usual in the summer, she made her wish. Though it would reveal to be more than she could wish for...
And there she stood, seeing it fall from the heavens although it fell too quickly to be a star. The most interesting thing was as it neared the land, darkness comsumed the skies. Luckily, knowing her way around, the Healer soon reached her homeland only to see that her people had noticed too the unsual darkness of the night.
Not long after a loud crashing sound was heard, coming just from where the Healer had come from. In the heat of the moment, the Healer went back to check on what it was. On how could it cover the moon, even if for a while.
It was the last time she was ever seen...»
- Humph. Stories. Bedtime stories so their children don't venture alone in the woods. – Morn replied.
- It must be true – the local drunken replied, for once in his life, sober. - After knowing that Broom's tales weren't that much of simple tales, nothing does surprise me anymore...
«Where did it come from? Nobody knows as well they don't know where it went to...taking the poor naive healer with it...
I don't know if it's true but is what they say! »
- It is a lie probably! If it was true, wouldn't they have found by now the crater it made when it crashed? – A old woman yelled.
- A lie? Then how do you explain the still missing healer?
- She must have been eaten by mountain wolves. - the woman calmly stated.
Ignoring the bickering, the storytealer tried to drink his beer as if that discussion didn't exist. Unfortunately, both the woman and the drunken turned to him, curious on what he had to say. Sighing the Grey put the beer down.
- I don't know if it's, in fact, true. It's how rumours are, rumours. But it must be, because of the outcry they make!
The two younger's had already left when he said that. They looked suspicious, like he should know them. Quickly that thought was broken by another beer.
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- You heard it?
- Yes. It's a very precious information seeing as we are going to travel to Urú'baen.
"It can be truth, but yet can be nothing. It's better for us to not get high our hopes."
- Murtagh, Thorn is right. But we ought to tell this to the council. It's important.
"First we have to get there, right little one?"
- Saphira, you're angry that I've brought you to Carvahall and wake you at the sunrise?
"Why shouldn't I?"
The Dragon female close their bond, only letting he see the things that she saw with her eyes. She was truly now showing her true age. Almost twelve months old.
- Eragon… - Murtagh called his attention, making a move – let her be. When we arrive there she'll have to talk.
- I know. But you say that so easily because you don't have to put with an irritative female who is bonded to you!
"If I'm irritative try being bonded to a lover…-"
"We'll talk about it in another time Saphira. You want them to know how do I feel about Arya?"
"I think that your feelings are quite obvious. And because I don't like to be angry with you, let's make truths?"
"Deal."
- To Urú'baen Eragon?
- To Urúbaen!
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Dictionary:
Giraffe: No it's not the animal! (XD) I don't know if it's called this in other countries but in mine is! A giraffe is a beer which is served in a very big and icy cup.