Epilogue: Eragon told Nasuada the good news and immediately she made preparations for taking over the city of Urûbaen. No more battles ensued. The remaining soldiers, after hearing that the king was dead, threw down their arms and went home to their families. A few still had to be dealt with but after a quick drop and a sudden stop, they no longer interfered. Nasuada took the throne for the Empire until a new ruler could be chosen, this time by the people.

Eragon became famous for his bravery, and was offered the crown, but he refused. Instead he went to live with the elves and finally succeeded in capturing something that had thought him too young and foolish before. He lived out the rest of his days with Saphira helping to govern the elves with Arya by his side.

Bronte was laid to rest in a meadow that he and Murtagh had played in as kids. Kayla, the noble mans daughter, was there to say farewell. Her tears splashed on the new, upturned dirt and she vowed never married as long as she lived. She never did.

And what about Murtagh and Jazira, you ask? Well, Murtagh finally cut his hair at Jazira's most urgent request and then he was presented to Nasuada for trial against Hrothgar's death and found guilty, but Nasuada was gentle and didn't really give much in the way of punishment. Murtagh and Jazira were married, not the long after, by Eragon. They never settled in one place but preferred to be on the move, that is until they were blessed with a son. A boy they named Bronte, but sometimes they also called him Brom (they never did agree on his name). After that they lived by the sea where Bronte/Brom learned to fight, use magic and fly with Thorn. Who, in case you were wondering, found the love of his life as well. No, it's wasn't Saphira, it was a surprise.

When the Varden raided the castle, they found one more egg. A green one. It's seemed that Galbatorix, as hard as he tried, could never find who that one was meant to be for.

A grand crowd turned out to touch the egg, the ceremony lasted for nearly three and a half weeks. Then at last, a small girl, Joy, stepped up and Hope was born to her. Hope and Thorn lived happily together and had ten children all of whom claimed Rider's.

So I guess you could say that this story ended happily, you might even say dully, but the point was that after years of trials and tribulation, they all lived Happily Ever After.