Sorry this chapter took so long... am quite busy now (studying for history... eeek) but I'll still try to update soon. tomorrow, ideally.
This is the second last chapter if nothing else comes up... after this i might write a fanfic that is entirely romance (era/arya) so look out for it. OR i might write one on twilight.
Anyway, so sorry, i was talking crap...
A single tear made its way down Eragon's cheek like a liquid diamond. A week, he had told Nasuada. We will leave in a week's time. A week had not been enough to spend quality time with everyone he treasured and might never see again.
They had been able to notify Orik and Hvedra, Roran and the villagers who once lived in Carvahall, King Orrin, and many more.
A crowd had gathered near the port. Most of the villagers of Teirm were curious to find out why almost everyone powerful in Alagaesia was gathered. Little children pointed excitedly at the graceful ship that had been built by the elves.
Eragon felt a twang of recognition as his gaze fell on the ship. He had seen it somewhere before. Where? How could I have seen it before if the elves have just built it? He searched his mind, looking past the most recent events until he found the answer. The dream!
He watched as a group of people on proud horses approached a lonely river. Many had silver hair and carried tall lances. A strange, fair ship was waiting for them, shining under a bright moon. The figures slowly boarded the vessel; two of them, taller than the rest, walked arm in arm. Their faces were obscured in cowls, but he could tell that one was a woman. They stood on the deck of the ship and faced shore. A man stood alone on the pebble beach, the only one who had not boarded the ship. He threw back his head and let out a long, aching cry. As it faded, the ship glided along the river, without a breeze or oars, out into the flat, empty land. The vision clouded, but just before it disappeared, Eragon glimpsed two dragons in the sky.
Eragon opened his eyes. The dream was a premonition. He understood now, his fate to leave Alageasia was sealed when Saphira hatched for him. It was unchangeable, short of killing himself; he could do nothing to change it.
He went to look for his friends to spend his last day in Alagaesia with.
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"Eragon, it is time. The moon has risen," said a quiet, musical voice. Eragon looked up, Arya stood in the doorway of his room. Silently, he got up and joined her. They had this all planned. They agreed it was best to avoid leaving in the daytime; Eragon did not want any elaborate farewells.
They approached the Toark River, where the ship was moored. The elves who wished to follow them were already gathered. Most were mounted on the elven horses. They murmured "Arya Drottningu" and "Shadeslayer" as they approached.
Eragon looked towards the sky, worried. Saphira and Eridor had flown off to hunt this morning. They haven't returned since. Arya frowned, sensing his worry. Don't worry, Eridor is a much better flyer now, they will be able to catch up with us, she told him.
Queen Islanzadi was already there, dressed in a red dress. They greeted her with the traditional elven greetings. She was the first to board the ship, followed by the rest of the elves.
Eragon glanced at Arya who nodded. He took her hand and arm in arm, they boarded the ship. They stood on the deck, staring at the land they might never see again. Eragon noticed a lone figure on the beach: Roran. In the moonlight, Eragon could see his shoulders shaking violently as his brother sobbed. Not being able to keep it all in, Roran threw back his head and let out a cry of anguish. The hairs on the back of Eragon's neck stood up. This was exactly how he dreamt it would be.
Goodbye, Roran. Take care of Katrina. May the stars watch over you, he told Roran mentally.
Eragon could not bear it anymore. He ran into his cabin and banged the door shut, shutting out the rest of the world. He sobbed into his pillow for all he was missing; all he was going to miss.
Thud. Thud.
They're back, he thought. Good, he told Saphira. I thought you would never come back.
We met Shruikan on our way back! Saphira told him excitedly. Then, she felt his pain through their mental link. Oh, little one, you knew this day would come.
It doesn't make it any easier does it? He retorted.
Slowly, he sank into his waking dreams, where he could hide from his pain.
Nasuada's face filled his vision. Her lips were moving, but Eragon could not hear what she was saying. Suddenly, as if someone had turned on the volume, he could hear her talking.
"Eragon, this is my gift for you. I am giving you, Eragon Shadeslayer, the island of Vroengard. It should be yours; you are the new leader of the Riders. It will be excluded from my rule. It will be an independent island, and by excluding it from my rule, it will also be ecluded from Alagaesia.
"Ga;batorix's curse will not affect you if you are there because it is no longer part of Alagaesia. Use it to train the new Riders and rebuild you cult. I hope to see the day that Riders and dragons will roam Alagaesia freely once again."
Her face faded from his sight. Everything's going to be all right. I'm going to rebuild the Riders in Vroengard, he thought to himself. And at that moment, everything felt perfect for him.
Yeah, well, Eragon's very emo sometimes, isn't he? Anyway, could have been worse. so how was it?
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