Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INHERITANCE.

The following morning, Eragon sat at the desk in his study. He was putting the final touches on a poem he had been working on recently, a hobby that he had taken up and found to be quite enjoyable. The Rider spent a good portion of his spare time on his literary works. Finished, he stood and pushed his chair back, readying himself to leave for a class he would be teaching on aerial battle techniques.

As he turned towards the door, something from outside caught his eye. Through the open doors leading onto his balcony, a small, grass-made ship floated into his quarters and headed towards him. Eragon had no doubt who it was from, as no one else had ever contacted him in such a manner.

He held out his hand as he noticed the small piece of parchment attached to the ship's bow. The minute vessel gracefully landed upon his palm and Eragon delicately lifted the paper from it. He unfurled it and, as he read, a sense of apprehension flowed through his body:

Eragon,

You must return to Alagaesia immediately! I cannot explain in this letter, but danger

approaches and we have great need of you here. Please, hurry!

Arya.

Eragon immediately began to panic, his mind jumping to all sorts of conclusions though none with happy endings. Why hadn't she just scryed me? It must be serious if she was not in a position to use magic. Even as he re-read, Eragon's mind was already made up.

He had to return.

Despite them being in different lands for so long, he still couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her. Especially, not now, after everything. And if that meant returning to the land he was destined to leave forever, then so be it. He would take the consequences of that, whatever they may be, if it meant that she was safe.

With his mind set, Eragon quickly packed some provisions into his saddlebags and ran from his room. As he headed towards the hall where he knew Murtagh would be, Eragon reached out with his mind and easily found Saphira. Saphira, meet me at the Western Hill, it's an emergency.

What's going on Eragon?

I'll explain later.

And with that, he withdrew from her mind as he came face to face with his brother.

"Eragon! What's wrong?", Murtagh asked, seeing the expression on his face.

Murtagh and Thorn had come to the island only about five decades ago. They had spent nigh on a century travelling throughout Alagaesia, coming to terms with the evils they had committed as well as the pain they endured whilst under the evil king. Eventually, the pair eased their troubled minds and decided to make the new home of the riders theirs as well.

Eragon had accepted them with open arms, grateful that they had finally overcome the issues they left to deal with and, as Lead Rider, Eragon made Thorn and Murtagh teachers so they could pass on their knowledge to the newer generations.

"Brother. I must go back. Arya is in danger." and he held out the parchment for Murtagh to read.
His brow creased as he read, and the dark haired man said, "Eragon, this could be dangerous. You have no idea what you'll be up against! It could be a trap for all we know!"

"I know, but I'm not willing to willing to take a chance by ignoring it. I have to go." He replied determined.

Murtagh sighed. "I guess there's no dissuading you from this?"

"No, brother. But while I'm gone, I'm putting you in charge. Please explain to everyone where I've gone and…try to keep things running until I get back eh?" Eragon said with a good humoured smile.

"Aye, I'll try my best. Have a safe journey, Eragon."

And with that, Shadeslayer made his way to the hill where Saphira was already waiting for him. As he relayed to her all that had happened in the last twenty minutes, Eragon ran into the stone building nearby which housed the dragon saddles and came out with the one Spahira used for travelling. As she was far too large now, Eragon needed to use magic to fit the seat onto her back and secure.

Are you sure about this, Little One?

Yes.

As soon as her Rider had strapped himself in, the magnificent dragon crouched and took off into the air, flapping her wings rapidly to gain altitude. Bearing West, the two of the them began towards the place they had not been for a century and a half.

How was that? Eragon is finally returning to Alagaesia! Let me know your thoughts, hit me up with a review! :)