DISCLAIMER:I do not own the non-original characters or places from this story.
They are owned by Christopher Paolini, author of the Inheritance Cycle. This is
merely my interpretation of what may have happened after the events of Book 4
(Inheritance).
Author's Note: This is my first fan-fiction, and really my first attempt at a serious piece of
writing. Give it a chance, the first chapter (more of a prologue) is a bit short and
slow, but it picks up in both quality and quantity.
Chapter 3:
Twelve years ago…
Sailing for many weeks, they had navigated through unchartered waters of the world in search of a new place they could call Home. They had seen many islands, both small and large. None however could be compared to the sprawling mass that lay before them, plains and mountain ranges peppered the land, so similar of their previous home.
"What are your thoughts Shadeslayer?" Blodhgarm asked quietly, standing beside Eragon.
They had grown to respect each other in the weeks following their departure from Alagaesia. Supporting each other during hardships and sharing many a things with each other. Thus Eragon had always someone, apart from the Eldunari, to talk about the Riders' future though the final call was always Eragon's as he was the lead rider after all.
"The mountains are certainly larger than those on the other islands though they can't be compared to the Beors. I'll check on Saphira to see what she thinks." Eragon replied, gazing on the mountain ranges in front of him; he mentally contacted Saphira, his blue dragoness, to check out the island.
I think we can finally call this place our new home little one said Saphira, projecting her thoughts to everyone onboard the ship, Talita.
that was twelve years ago…
Visions came to Eragon among his dreams.
Visions of places that he had once called home, visions of Alagaesia. He would see
He would dream about Alagaesia every day and would usually wake up sweating and an ache in his heart for his loved ones. After his usual dreams, something was different this time.
He was in midair, flying without Saphira's help above the forests of Du Veldenvarden, when he saw two dragons, one sapphire blue though it was smaller than Saphira and a golden dragon, he could see that the riders were talking when the dragons drifted apart and he heard the golden rider say "The next time we meet, let it be on the gates of Illeria."
He woke with a start only to find himself sweating profusely. It can't be either Saphira or Glaedr. Saphira is larger and Glaedr didn't have a leg. The golden rider was definitely a girl. Whoever she was, she looked familiar.
Deciding to lay the matter to rest, he stood up, wincing at his cramped muscles, and got ready to start the day.
He could see the huge buildings overlooking the city with a majestic beauty. It had been a month after the construction of the city when he was finally satisfied with a name. He named the city Dras Garjzla, which simply meant the City of Light.
Done with the Rigmar and after taking a bath, Eragon came to his room and studied his dwelling. It was a simple yet elegant room. Plain wooden planks concealed the heavy stone walls. Fairths of a number of objects covered the walls, the most prominent were four fairths surrounding the largest one, these fairths were of those who Eragon held dearest o his heart. One was of Roran and his family, the other were of his parents, Murtagh and Nasuada and Oromis and Glaedr. The fifth and the largest fairth were of Saphira with Arya on her back when she broke the Isdar Mithrim during the battle of Farthen Dur.
Only after twelve years of hard work were they finally able to build a citadel which rivaled with that of Illirea. When finished, the great hall was immense, large enough to contain a thunder of dragons with ease. Nonetheless the gates were sufficiently large to fit all and any dragon. The quarters of the riders were higher up, laced across the mountainside, designed so that all may have a view of the ocean; all the accommodation containing balconies for the Dragons.
There were four types of corridor, each designed in a way preferred by one of the four races. The corridors for the elven riders were elegantly made out of stone, as wood may catch fire by accident due to the presence of dragons. The dwarven corridors were made high and ruler straight while the Urgals' corridors were rough and covered by colourful rugs preferred by the Urgals. No race was shown above others except for the dragons, the proudest and the fiercest of all.
The sparring grounds were located on the western side of the citadel. Now two battles looked alike for after every battle the ground would change the geography, turning from sand to snow to forests to rugged lands. Eragon wanted to teach his students to adapt and thus the ever changing sparring grounds.
The city really was Dras Garjzla, the City of Light, Eragon thought as he looked out from his balcony.
A/N: I'll try to upload the next chapter as soon as possible, I know there isn't much action as of yet but please let me build up the story. I would really like you guys to review (Try not to get explicit please) and give me as much ideas as possible.