Saphira! Open your mind and take my memories from the past hour, our lives are about to change, Eragon said over his link with his partner of both mind and soul.
Little One, it is time to return home, Saphira said after she had skimmed over his memories.
This means that lives will be lost, maybe even ours, riders will die.
I know little one, but we have trained them well, much better than what you had, for your training was rushed. These are the rider of the New Order; no one can stand in our way. Think of how powerful you have become since you have left Alagaesia, if you were how you are now you would've had no problem overcoming Galbotorix, Saphira said with pride.
Aye, we ourselves have grown indeed, Eragon said in agreement. Eragon called for his messanger.
"Olor, please have all the warriors, riders, dragons, and teachers assemble in the Hall," Eragon kindly asked the boy. Olor had lost his parents when a flood hit his village. His brother, a dragon rider named Themor, had brought him to Dras Shur'tugal. Olor had asked to become Eragons assistant and Eragon agreed.
The boy nodded, bowed, and then exited the room in a hurry. "Olor will eventually be a rider, I am sure of it," Eragon muttered to himself. Though he hoped an egg would not hatch for him too soon, for with a war on the horizon, a rider is a prime target, and there would be no time to train him. Eragon put away his scrying mirror, stood up from his desk and looked around the room. His chambers were extravagant, showing the Riders Glory. His chambers consisted of twenty-four different rooms. He was presently in one of the Four studies. His chambers consisted of a dining hall, his bedroom, which was the largest room so that Saphira could fit, a bathroom, multiple meeting and planning rooms, and his favorite, a fairth room. A room dedicated to poetry and fairths. He often meditated in it, for all of the paintings gave him a calming presence. He also had a armor room, in which he kept a variety of swords, helms, and armor, including other weapon he had gotten accustomed to since he had arrived in the city.
Eragon had already decided that after the meeting in the Hall, he and a few of the elder riders, which he had already contacted, would leave immediately and meet up with the riders in Alagaesia. The rest would follow in a week's time.
Eragon grabbed a his travel sacks, and started packing travel clothes, he knew he would be garbed when he reached the mainland. Then he went and collected some stationary, in case he need a way to contact someone with a mirror. He went into the armory and sent a mental l=whistle that told Saphira to come and collect her armor. He already had Brisingr on his hip, where it always was except at night, but he took up his favorite shield and placed it on his back. It was made from brightsteel, as with the rest of his armor and weapons. Rhunon's true name had changed and she was able to make weapons again for the riders. Every rider was presented his or her sword at the end of their training, and whenever Eragon saw fit, they got armor. His shield was small and circular for maximum movement, and had four spikes out of each side. A picture of him and Saphira fighting was on the front, the rider symbol. Every shield of his and every helm had it on it. Every rider knew the symbol by heart. The only difference between Eragons symbol and other riders symbol was that on his, Eragon and Saphira were made entirely out of gems, and had a crown placed on both of their heads. It showed that the shield was indeed Eragons.
He then grabbed another sword, larger than brisingr, a two handed sword. Then he grabbed a mace and hammer and threw a dozen of other swords in his bag. Then he put his armor on.
Stunning, Saphira said, commenting on his armor. Eragon literally glowed, a hint of blue emanating from his body. He placed a gold crown upon his brow. The crown had two dragons winding together, both Gold, but each had eyes that were every color in the world, some even without names. Their necks interlocked in the front both appeared to be breathing firing. He had long ago replaced his helm for his crown, but for safety he had placed wards on the crown that gave him even more protection than a helmet. His armor was different shades of blue, some like the color of Saphiras back, dark and mysterious, others light like her underside. His chain mail under the armor was entirely black. The entire set was silent when he moved insuring stealth and agility when he moved. He strapped the belt Beloth the Wise on his waist and connected Brisngr to it.
He looked in the mirror; his hair was cut to chin length, so it was out of his way but not too short. His eyes held a fierce look, from all the blood he had seen spilled and spilled himself, but at the same time still held wisdom and kindness. He looked the same many said, but he was more calm, more controlled less emotional, but still at the same time, he knew he was just better at hiding his emotions, they were still there.
Eragon stopped stalling and walked out the room, leaving his saddle bag for Saphira to pick up when she came to grab her armor. The inevitable had to come.
It had taken over an hour to conjure all of his belongings, and by the time he had made it to the Hall it had been an hour and a half since Olor had come. He walked through the great gardens, that spread in every direction for miles. Usually it was buzzing with activity, but inhabitant of the city was in the Hall. Eragon was on the main road, which led throughout all of Dras Shur'tugal. One end of the road was the Hall, and the other end was the Castle, or keep, where his chambers, elder riders chambers, and guests rooms could be found. Between those two buildings were multiple training fields with obstacles for dragons to fly about, blacksmiths, markets, libraries, buisinesses, and another road that led off into the mountains. Only Eragon and Saphira knew what lay at the end of it, and then of course the Eldunari that lived under it/at the end of it. In the middle of the road was a circle, which on one end was the largest building of them all, the library. Which was over two hundred stories tall, and around the same width as height. Then on one side of the circle was the dormitory of the riders, which each dorm contained enough space to house a younger dragon, and three to four rooms. A rider would be upgraded when he advanced in the ranks of the riders. Then on and other side of the circle there was the lesson center, where many of the masters taught younger riders.
Eragon started up the started up the steps to the Hall, quickening his pace when he realized that everyone was waiting for him. He entered the Hall, dragons that were previously roaring, warriors that had been arguing, and riders who were conferring, all went silent, not daring to even breathe. They only had known Eragon as the Master, kind, gentle, brilliant, but stern and a great swordsman. They had never been sacred of him, Eragon was fierce, he was scary, his face was blank of emotion, only coldness, and regret for the coming war. Many of the riders had never taken a life, they never had known what war was like, except for the few elves who were present in past wars.
Eragon walked slowly and steadily to the stage. He used magic, without using the Ancient language, shocking some of the younger riders, as he flew up the many flights of stairs to the top of the stage. He turned around, slightly exhausted from his act but did not show it. Eragon cleared his throat,
"Fellow riders and other companions, I am bringing grave news, King Jorun has been captured," a whisper of astonishment coursed throughout the crowd, "War has started in our home, it is time for the RIDERS RETURN!"
The crowd cheers, every face jubilant.
"I will be leaving after this meeting with Blodhgram, Ismok, Durham, Lordin, and Katia. Everyone else fit to fight and at least half way done with their training will follow us in one week's time. Masters I am asking you to start preparing the riders for war the minute the meeting is finished. Make sure that you get into your fighting groups and start going over battle maneuvers. I want everyone ready to fight the second they land in Alagaesia. Wish us luck, for some of us will never be back here again. Farewell."
Saphira swooped under him, Eragon jumped and landed on saphira, a flying animal of metal and glistening blue; she made Eragons entry a joke. Eragon left the building with a war cry that was loud enough to carry throughout the entire city. Three dragons followed behind him. Blodhgram shared Durham's dragon, which was called Rolii and was pure silver like a fish. Katia shared Lordin's dragon, named Taloe and was orange. Ismok flew his alone on his dragon, Soparil the second oldest dragon and rider, second only to Saphira, but being an elf a few hundred years older than Eragon. Soparil was a mix of green and black.
They all soared off to Alagaesia, they would arrive in four days' time, not knowing if they would ever return to the city.
