Here is the next chapter, but it comes at a price. From now on, I will NOT post ANY new chapters until 3 new reviews have been posted with at least ONE with constructive criticism. This is what you all fail to understand, YOU inspire me to write new chapters to the story. I don't write them just for my entertainment alone. I need you to do your part to make the story better.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
PS: The ancient language word "Electica" is improvised.
Inheritance Book 4: End
Chapter 25: Legacy of the Riders
When Eragon reached the figures, he found a young boy of 14 and a large emerald dragon, one even bigger then Saphira.
Is the boy alive? Saphira asked.
"I don't know, let me check." Eragon said.
He leaned down and checked the boys pulse, his heart was beating rapidly, and suddenly stopped.
"Uh… this could be a problem."
Use the resurrection technique Oromis taught you, it may not be to late. Saphira said.
"Okay…" Eragon said. Reaching his hand over the boys' chest, he said, "Electica!"
His Gedway Ignasia glowed and electricity started surging into the boys' chest. He jumped and Eragon released the magic. He again checked the boys' pulse.
"Nothing." Eragon said.
Try again. Saphira said blatantly.
He repeated the process, the boy jumped again. Still nothing.
"I will try once more…" Eragon said, reaching his hand over the boys' chest. He cried one final "Electica!"
The electricity arced and for one last time, the boy jumped, and began breathing. Eragon checked his pulse.
"Ha-ha! He's breathing." Eragon exclaimed.
Indeed… check the dragon. Saphira said.
Eragon touched his hand to the dragons' chest, the dragons tough heart still beat.
"He's fine."
Good… Saphira said.
"He must have been able to survive the trauma because… well, he's a dragon."
Yes, we are very tough.
"Don't I know it… On more important matters, we need to wrap this boy up and start a fire." Eragon said.
Chuckling, Saphira said, With what wood?
"Come on Saphira, you know that I can start a fire without wood…" Eragon said.
Well of course, or what kind of magician could you call yourself? Saphira said.
"Yeah… Anyways, Brisngr!" Eragon said. His hand glowed and a small fire came out of the air. "Istalri." The flame grew larger. He lowered it to the ground. "Stydja." It stopped and held position. Grabbing Edoc'sil, he attached the flow of energy to it, so that it wasn't draining it from him. He grabbed the boy, and wrapped him in the blanket. Putting him near the fire.
Eragon sat down.
Why is this boy so important? Eragon thought.
Who knows Eragon, what about we ask him when he wakes up. In the meantime, let us rest. Saphira said.
Eragon nodded and taking a blanket out for himself, he went to sleep leaving his thoughts behind.
Eragon awoke, someone was shaking him by the shoulder.
"Hey wake up!" A voice said.
Eragon woke up to find a boy standing above him.
"Uh… ok, I'm awake." Eragon said.
"So… uh, how long have I been in there, ya know?" He asked.
"Uh… no. Who are you?" Eragon asked.
Saphira awoke, she looked at his thoughts since his waking moments and understood what was going on.
"Well… I'm Clark, the leader of the dragon riders, or at least I used to be... Who are you?" He said.
"What did you just say!?" Eragon exclaimed.
"Well first, who are you?" Clark asked.
"Um… my names Eragon, the last Dragon Rider currently left in Alagaesia, or not apparently." Eragon said.
"The last? Wow… that's quite bad. That's why I need to know how long I've been in there. Hm… I know! I was the 3rd leader of the Dragon Riders, which one are you?" He said.
Eragon went brain dead in amazement.
"You have to be over 125,000 years old!" Eragon gasped in amazement. "The count on Dragon Rider leaders went a couple thousand years ago."
"That's… quite impressive." Clark said.
"Yes… yes it is." Eragon said.
To be Continued