Epilogue: Everything Hereafter
"Wake up wake up!"
Without warning Eragon was shaken vigorously from his perfect slumber. Groaning deeply with groggy annoyance he turned about on the soft sheets, wishing to escape back to his comfortable sleep.
Though it was sadly not meant to be.
"Get up already!" the young voice sounded again, this time right in Eragon's ear.
Slowly he opened his eyes with a grumpy frown and a dull yawn. Lying on his back, he was able to see the solid marble roof hundreds of feet above. Steady streams of bright light came from the enormous window of their huge room. Dull roars of dragons, songs of birds and the occasional talks of elves could be heard from outside. Still sleepy, Eragon rubbed his eyes for a moment and then rolled himself to the left.
And there they were, the two of his blood and flesh whom he cared for so dearly.
The first he saw was Arion, whom of course was standing much closer to him than he should. Arion's bright green eyes shimmered with excitement. His glee smile displayed his many teeth, all save for one which he had recently lost a week before. Shaggy and rather unkempt his raven black hair shook about from the soft winds that came in. Knowing him well, Eragon could see it in Arion's face that it was he who had woken him.
Standing a more comfortable distance away was Evryn, who as always was stoic. With arms folded she looked to him with blank earth brown eyes. Her soft and silky brown hair reached down just below her shoulders. Only the tips of her pointed ears could be seen, just barely creeping through her hair. Her nose was a tad bigger than Arion's and curved in the shape of a hook. She spoke to him in a slightly exited voice.
"You said we were to meet them today." Smiling at them both, Eragon placed each of his hands on their heads and patted them softly. They took little notice of this, for he had done it many times.
"Aye I did, and so we will be ready in a few hours."
"A few hours?!" Arion nearly shouted with a disappointed and surprised expression. Even Evryn's normally blunt face drooped with melancholy.
"Aye," Eragon said back with a soft voice and a smile. "We will be with them before you realize it!" he said while rolling over back to his right.
"Aw really?" said Arion while Evryn said "I knew he would say that." Just as they finished their adorable complaints, Eragon finished turning away from them. Now instead of his children, Arya was the one in front of him, right next to him in the bed. Though unlike the exited and giddy look of Arion and the stoic look of Evryn, Arya glared at Eragon like an angered dragon. Immediately upon seeing her this way, Eragon gasped in surprise and a slight fear. He felt himself shake a little as he began to back away like a cornered fox. No words were needed from her at this time, for he knew exactly where her emotions stemmed from. Sighing loudly, he turned away from her and back to his children.
"Like I said," he spoke with a forced smile. "We will be ready in a few minutes."
"Wahoo!" Arion said while jumping in the air with a clenched fist. Simultaneously Evryn slightly raised her hand and said with a confused face "But you just said that-"
"Now go off then," Eragon said. Both of them stopped and became silent as he spoke. "You don't want to see us nak-yaouch!" he yelped as his head was snapped back. Evryn and Arion laughed greatly at this, the latter being the more loudly of the two. Eragon turned with an annoyed look to Arya, she now bearing a slim satisfied smile.
Really?Eragon asked her, knowing all too well that she had just flicked him.
Don't be talking like that to them, not when they have yet to reach their one and tenth year.
My apologies Dragonheart,Eragon said to her with a sigh and a forced smile.
You just need to watch what you say to them sometimes, she said while shaking her head. They are not Saphira or I you know.Sighing, Eragon nodded in acknowledgement, recognizing his dull mistake.
Eragon and Arya then sat up a bit in bed, the latter holding bits of sheets over her chest for modesty. Right as they did this, they saw Arion and Evryn had already reached the stone balcony outside. It seems that during Eragon and Arya's talk, they had already began to leave. Then when Arion reached the balcony's rails, he stepped up and balanced on them with simple grace. Arya flinched as he did this with noticeable concern and was about to speak, but Arion shouted out before anymore could be said.
"AZURA!" he shouted with a hyper and exited voice, his arms outstretched. And then a moment later he leapt off of the balcony with an exhilarated yell. It was then that a high pitched roar could be heard echoing throughout the land. Then with a great speed rose dragon from afar, arcing in a rising dive. Its back facing the balcony, the small dragon flew with a rapid speed to the horizons beyond. Light blue was its scales, so much so that it could easily blend in with the sky. On her back lay Arion at this time, for he had obviously jumped to land upon her in a crazed stunt. Crazed at least in the eyes of his mother.
"If I have not told you once I have told you a thousand times," Arya said both mentally and physically to Arion with a hard look. "Never do that again!"
"Seriously brother," Evryn said with crossed arms, still on the balcony. "It's not necessary."
Ah you two worry too much! We are fine!Arion said as Azura carried him away. Eragon merely laughed, to which Arya looked to him.
"What amuses you?" she asked him.
"You and your overconcern," he said with a bit of laughter. "I used to jump onto Saphira all the time like that. He'll be fine."
"You don't know that," she said just as another small dragon landed upon the stone balcony. His scales were the darkest of greens and blues, comparable to the shade of the ocean's deep waters. Slowly and without hurry Evryn climbed up this dragon's side, all the while speaking to him and more than likely he to her.
"Let us be off Faros!" she said with a slight grin. And then with a light roar the dragon bunched his legs up and leapt from the balcony, flapping his wings rapidly in a great ascent.
"You see then?" Arya asked Eragon right as the second pair was out of view. "She is at least reasonable."
"Oh come now!" Eragon said while shaking his head. "You don't think Arion's going to get impaled by Azura's spikes do you?"
"It may not be the spikes, what if Azura misses him and he falls down entirely?"
"Don't worry yourself over it" Eragon said while shaking his head and placing a hand on her shoulder. For a moment both were silent and looked each other in the eye as they sometimes did. Though in time Eragon broke the silence with a simple query.
"When will they be here then?" Arya moved her head to look down at her chest for a moment, obviously questioning to Firnen's Eldunari. Then after a second had passed she spoke back to him.
"They will be here in a minute or so."
"Then we had best prepare for the day," Eragon said while stepping out of the bed.
During the next few minutes they busied themselves placing on casual, yet warming attire. For it was deep in the winter; much snow and frost had frozen the Rider's Domain. Eragon placed on many layers of shirts and finished off with large black cloak. Arya wore less layers of clothing than he, though still placed on a great cloak. The warm cloth enveloped around them both like large curtains, hiding all of themselves save their heads and arms. Momentarily Eragon shook his head with an amused smile as he looked to Arya.
"You sure you are fine with a single tunic? Will you not shiver and such?"
"Ha!" Arya laughed slightly while gesturing to herself. "And you say I needn't worry?" Eragon raised his eyes at this, knowing that she spoke of their previous conversation. "A little winter air won't diminish me."
"And what if you are wrong in this?" Eragon asked her, still with air of concern. "Should I not bring extra shirts if only to be safe?" A slight smile pressed at Arya's lips as she walked to him, placing an arm around his shoulder.
"I suppose you would have to suffice, unfortunate as it may be" she said with an interesting look. Clearly she spoke of drawing near his body warmth if ever she needed to. "I do enjoy distancing myself from others" she finished with a shrug.
"Aye it is unfortunate," Eragon said with a playful frown. Then with a mischievous flick of his eyes, "Or if you wished, I could provide you with my own tunics" he said while gesturing to himself. "Should I," he hesitated while bringing a hand around her shoulders "no longer need them." She tilted her head a bit at this, barely creasing her eyebrows and giving him a playful smirk.
Arya was about to speak more, but it was then that Saphira and Firnen had arrived. Gently as they could they landed upon the stone balcony with broad smiles.
Good day small ones!Firnen said with glee.
Shall we spread our wings this fine day?Saphira added.
"You know us all too well," Eragon said with a smile. He was about to say more of the matter, though he was pushed forward slightly by Arya. Catching his feet with a few careful steps, he looked back to see her bear a slight smile and hold the smallest bit of edge in her eyes. Without even waiting for him to answer she walked on by, not leaving his gaze until she had passed him. Never once did he take his eyes off her incredible and grand form at this time, for he was taken in by her beauty. Gracefully she approached Firnen and in one fluid motion climbed up his side, settling soundlessly on his back. Once there she looked back to Eragon, still bearing her simple and yet magnificent look to her.
Eragon! This is your dragon speaking!Saphira said with an annoyed growl. Eragon yelped in surprise as he was shaken out of his allured state. He turned to Saphira, only then realizing the absence of his alerted mind. She and Firnen laughed for a moment while Arya slightly shook her head with closed eyes.
Ah heartless one you! Firnen said with mirth. You are too good at drawing his eyes from all else!
"It's a simple thing to do," she said to them both. "He's always been this way." Eragon felt his face grow red as she said this, knowing all too well how right she was. To this the dragons merely laughed even more, to which Eragon shook his head in annoyance.
"Aye aye you made your point" he said while climbing atop Saphira. "I am sometimes lost when I look to Arya, one who is grander than the sun and finer than the silver seas." Then as he reached Saphira's back he finished with annoyance "Tell me how is this news?" Arya legitimately smiled at this, pleased to hear such praise. Saphira chuckled slightly as she pushed off of the balcony, rising to the air with many great wing strokes.
Remind me once more, Firnen said as he also rose to the sky. Where are we going?
"To the crater lake," Arya said plainly. "It is there that our family awaits."
Together all four of them flew out above the great Mirandel city below. Its many enormous buildings were kept the same as they always were, though in these days they were blanketed with white snow. However around the buildings, the area was quite different. Surrounding the many colossal structures was an ocean of tall and thick pine trees, likewise covered in the whiteness of snow. Together the tops of the trees netted together, looking like a snowy collection of thick bushes. So conglomerated where they that none of the ground below could be seen.
Much talk could be heard from the grounds below with Eragon's keen hearing. All words were spoken in the ancient language as the elves always talked. Of the things they spoke of Eragon knew not nor did he care, for he did not wish to improperly indulge in the business of others. Most of the thousands of elves would work that day, others would be merry or relax in their new homeland with the dragons. The sounds of the crowds did not die out when they left the city, rather it seemed to louden. After all, most of the elves did not even live on Zenith, let alone in Mirandel itself.
All about Eragon and Arya flew dozens of dragons, the vast majority of which were wild. With varying colors and differing destinations these dragons flew amidst the cold and snow filled winds. A few were seen with riders on their backs, to which Arya and Eragon greeted momentarily before pressing on.
The four spoke little during the flight, content to just enjoy the journey as short as it was. After a few more minutes had passed they had reached their destination. Back in years passed it was easier for Eragon to spot the lake, though he was only able to see it when they were flying high above it. This was of course because of the immensity of the new forests surrounding it. Like everywhere else, the enormous trees grew immensely and packed together as close as they could. A nearly impenetrable ceiling was made of these branches and snowy needles.
The lake itself was like a great hole in the earth, its diameter spreading a league in length. Steep cliffs surrounded the lake, the shortest of which could not have been less than a thousand feet. Normally in the year the lake of course consisted of cool waters, though now was not the case. Layers upon layers of snow packed upon it, easily hiding the obviously frozen lake. All in all the area looked like a peaceable meadow in the midst of a great forest, separated only by tall unclimbable cliffs. And it was at the surface of this "meadow" that their guests awaited.
With his keen eyes, Eragon was able to see them clearly even from thousands of feet away. There was Evryn who sat upon Faros with another pair of rider and dragon doing the same next to them. The dragoness next to Faros was of similar size, bearing a dark purple sheen only a shade brighter than a nightly black. This optimistic and charismatic dragoness Eragon knew well enough, her name being Veron. Sitting atop Veron was Elva, who's rapid aging had fortunately ended right as she was bonded as a rider. Both dragons and riders spoke to each other, though all four kept their attention on a fierce sparring duel in the center of the frozen lake.
Off to themselves in a secluded spot were Angela and Arya's odd uncle Corbin. Corbin had an arm wrapped around Angela, though she did not seem to notice. Instead she watched with an amused smile at the fight that took place before them.
Also around were Murtagh and Nasuada, both having an arm wrapped around each other's sides. They bore entertained smiles as they watched the intense duel from the back of a relaxed Thorn. Right beside Thorn lay another calm dragoness who was a bit smaller than him, bearing a darker tinge of red to her scales. For she was Altenna, Thorn's permanent and loving mate from long ago. Silently they lay next to one another, keeping their large heads nuzzled together.
Also atop the Thorn were Orson, Katrina and her children Ismira and the twins Boyd and Harris. They all sat near one another not too far from Nasuada and Murtagh. The parents of course spoke with each other as the duel commenced while the young adults talked to themselves. Ismira was of the same age as Orson, both having lived nineteen years each, three more than the twins. All four of them spoke of different things than the adults talked of, that Eragon was certain to be the case.
Next to Thorn and Altenna lay a couple other dragons, the closer one being a small dark red male and the other being Azura. The red one Eragon knew to be the proud son of Thorn and the wild dragon Altenna, who was dubbed by his rider as Rubeus. Azura sat next to Rubeus with an interested look to her, a look that Eragon had seen in the eyes of Saphira whenever she gazed at Firnen. Eragon could only sigh and shake his head at this, knowing that if Rubeus was anything like his father and Saphira like her mother then soon they would...
Well he would rather not think of that. Instead Eragon looked to the scene that all were watching as Saphira and Firnen continued to descend.
It was an intense and competitive duel between two young and spirited youths. Arion dueled against the rider of Rubeus; son of Murtagh and Nasuada.
Messala was about a year younger than Arion, though that was not to say he was behind him in skill and strength. The brown skinned youth met Arion's strikes and blows with equal vigor, more than meeting his cousin's match in the frenzied fight. Both wielded simple falchions like the one Eragon had used between his loss of Zar'roc and gain of Brisingr. Neither were full riders as of yet, and so that was why they lacked vibrant brightsteel blades at this time. While they still dueled, Saphira and Firnen softly landed upon the snowy expanse.
"Brother!" Murtagh yelled with a gleeful face, waving at them with his single arm.
"Good to see you too Murtagh!" Eragon said as he jumped down from Saphira. He sighed deeply as his feet sunk knee deep into the soft white snow. A moment later though Arya dropped down next to him with not even getting the tips of her boots buried. Eragon frowned with fake jealousy to her as she now towered a foot above him.
"So heavy footed," Arya said while shaking her head, holding a hand down to him. Shrugging, Eragon grabbed her arm and smiled as she pulled his feet up from the holes he had made. When she placed him on a fresh spot of snow he did his best to stay light on his feet. Soundlessly they then began to walk to Thorn and the others arm in arm. He did his best to stay light on his toes, though always his feet would sink beneath the snow with each step. Not as much as they did when he first leapt from Saphira of course however. Although Arya was always soft on her feet, never once did her boots even slightly submerge themselves under the snow.
"This is hardly fair," Eragon said playfully as they continued their walk. Carefully they distanced themselves from the frantic duel of Arion and Messala, not wishing to interfere with their contest. Now that he was upon the ground, Eragon was more able to clearly watch the fight.
Both either fought on enchanted snow or their feet were warded; for their legs never once buried themselves in the deep snow during their crazed duel. Messala's long wild, wavy, unkempt black hair whirled about with each of his swings. His eyes shined with brilliant focus, the left being a nightly black while the right eye a sky blue. Arion's attention and ferocity was identical to his cousin's, for he swung his falchion about with equal vigor. Neither combatant showed any signs of weakness to the other, for both held the same amount of skill. Of course such was to be expected when they were taught from the best.
Saphira and Firnen settled down next to Azura and Faros while Arya and Eragon continued towards Thorn.
Oh choosing to be with the two-legs instead of us eh?the young Azura said with an exaggerated snort.
Hardly a surprise is it not?Faros said to his sister with a shake of his head. Eragon and Arya ignored them with amused smiles, knowing they were merely jesting. For they had not seen Murtagh, Thorn nor Nasuada for far too long. Rubeus kindly spoke to the dragons alone, drawing their attention away from Arya and Eragon as they climbed Thorn's side.
Getting a bit heavy with all of you up there,Thorn said with a giggle.
"And it's good to see you too Firescales," Eragon said back to him.
And you as well Heartslicer,he said right before bringing his attention back to Altenna. When Arya and Eragon got close enough, Murtagh motioned for them to sit down next to him and Nasuada. When they got close enough, Murtagh twisted himself and then hugged Eragon tightly with his one arm. With a smile Eragon did the same to him, embracing him warmly. Though after a quick moment of this, Murtagh gave Eragon a tap to the back and then broke off from him with a wide grin.
"It has really been far too long has it not brother?" Murtagh said gladly.
"Indeed it has!" Eragon replied with a similar expression.
"Three years in fact," Nasuada said.
"Ah has it really been that long?" Murtagh asked while pulling her in slightly. "Seems like I have been working too hard to notice."
"How is it in Orzeel then?" Arya asked Murtagh with a curious voice.
Orzeel was a city that was founded by Murtagh, Thorn, the Ra'zac, and Lethrblaka. The city lay right in the middle of the world between Mirandel and Ilirea, just a few day's on dragonback from Alagaesia's Eastern border. It was created with two purposes in mind, one of which was to keep the Ra'zac far away from the elves. None were still not too fond of them in the rider lands, including many riders such as Eragon. Secondly it served as a place where all the bonded dragon eggs were kept, geographically no closer to the elves than any other race.
Time and time again humans, dwarves and urgals would travel outside Alagaesia to the city just for a chance to touch a bonded egg. Elves of course came as well from the Eastern lands for the same purpose. Typically such wishes would be denied and the eggs would not hatch, though a few dozen or so riders had been chosen from all the races since the city's completion. Usually the non elves would stay if no dragon would hatch for them and live in Orzeel. For they had already given up their lives to become riders anyways and never could never return to Alagaesia if they did so. All in all it was a rapidly growing city of all kinds of races and cultures, brewing with a grand life of its own.
When a suitable amount of riders would be chosen, Murtagh and Thorn would lead them to Mirandel when the dragons were old enough to carry their riders. It is then that their training would be completed by masters Eragon and Saphira. And it was only during those times when Murtagh could be with them, but today there were no riders to bring. During one of these trips, Nasuada went back with Murtagh to Orzeel for good.
"Ah it is fine there," Murtagh said with a plain tone. "The Ra'zac are fine, the humans, dwarves, urgals are all fine as well. Everyone's doing what they can to keep the city running and all is progressing smoothly."
"Have there been any riders chosen?" Eragon asked him as he watched Arion and Messala's duel continue.
"A few, one to an elf and another to a dwarf. The dragons are still hatchlings though."
"Aye, but soon they will not be," Eragon finished with a smile. A bit more was talked about as the fierce sparring continued. At one point Messala swerved about, parried a swing and then retaliated with a strong slash. Arion had to rapidly defend himself against this strike with eyes full of surprise, backing away with slight fear.
"Yeah that's right!" Murtagh said while raising his fist and cheering. "Kick his half elven a-yeaowch!" he was cut short right as Arya flicked his lower chin, snapping his head back like lightning. Nasuada laughed for a moment or two at this as Murtagh rubbed his chin and sighed in pain.
"Ah, what was that about?" Murtagh asked Arya.
"Someone had to do so," Nasuada said with a chuckle. "You can't be speaking like that in front of the young ones."
"I can see now that it is a hereditary trait," Arya said. Eragon laughed greatly at this, knowing that she referred to the times earlier that day. For a few more minutes or so they continued to watch the incredible sparring between the cousins. Till in time at last in an amazing display, both got each other's swords in lethal positions on each other. Arion placed the tip of his on Messala's chest, while Messala got his blade's side resting upon Arion's neck.
"DEAD!" they each yelled out at the same time. Both began to breathe heavily at the great exchange while everyone loudly applauded their display. (All save for Murtagh of course, though his verbal cheering was the loudest of all.) Everyone then slid down and off of their dragons, most of course off of Thorn. All walked to the two combatants with praise and awe. Angela began to heal their broken bones and bruises that they had sustained and removed the wards from their feet. Both of them of course slid into the snow as she did the latter, Messala twice as much as the half elf Arion.
"You learn fast as always!" Eragon said to Arion while placing an arm on his shoulder. Curiously with his mixed blood, Arion did not sink into the snow as much as Eragon had. In this moment he appeared to be the same height as his father. Still catching his breath, Arion merely nodded with a bright smile as Eragon continued. "Your footwork has improved, you breathed better, and overall you held much more control than before."
"I'm nothing...ike, ou...two" Arion said in between heavy breaths, obviously referring to Arya and him.
"Practice as always, and you will be in time" Arya said with a pleased smile.
"As if," Evryn said from nearby. "He hates practicing."
"With...you," Arion said with a slightly annoyed look to Evryn. For an instant Evryn and he glared to one another, but quickly they turned away and immediately buried their emotions. It was after their short exchange that Angela began to speak in her observant and studious tone.
"It seems that you remind me of someone I know of Arion."
"And whom does he remind you of my rose?" Corbin asked her. Arya merely rolled her eyes at her uncle's presence, it was all too clear they she never respected him.
"Well for one just look at his hair and eyes!" Angela said with a smile.
"What about them?" Arion said with a curious smile.
"You have the eyes of your mother, a vibrant green" Angela said. "And your hair is very messy and black, though still you look like your father in every other aspect."
"She's evading the point again," Eragon whispered in Arya's ear, to which she slightly smiled. It was then that Angela spoke of the strangest things.
"All you need now is a pair of oval glasses and bear a magic scar and you will look just like Har-"
"Wait what are glasses?" Arion interrupted her quickly. Then with a hard look he asked "And why do you speak of me having a scar? Are you threatening me?!" he finished while pointing his falchion towards her. At the end of this Messala pushed against Arion's side slightly, for he had just finished his talk with his parents.
"Ah just ignore her Arion," he said with a lower voice than Arion although it was still young. "She's always talking of nonsense like that."
"Exactly," Evryn said while carefully pushing Arion's blade down from Angela. "Let's just put this away now and back off."
"Sheesh Evryn I'm not blood crazy!" Arion said with a laugh as he carefully removed her hands from his sword and then sheathed it.
Yes he is! Azura yelled out from where she lay. You don't know him like I do!Nearly everyone laughed at this, knowing full well that she was jesting. It was then that everyone dispersed into groups. The children spoke together, the parents talked together, the dragons banded in a group and the young adults conversed with each other. It was a merry time full of talks important and inconsequential where laughter was shared and much fun was had. At one point in this time, Arya and Eragon's eyes drifted back to their children. Currently they were speaking with Messala with great fun and mirth of many things, much of which had to do with them being riders. It was a wonderful sight, one in which Eragon could not help but feel blessed to have such a wonderful and talented family. And it was then that Arya shared his thoughts, and then curiously she whispered in his ear.
"Ever think of having more?" she said with a slim smile, obviously speaking of children.
Occasionally yes, Eragon thought to her. But would that not complicate things?he said while thinking of their occupations. And though he wished to hide it, he could not help but think of how it would influence their intimate times as well. To this Arya merely smirked and shook her head.
Do you think of nothing else?she asked him with a small grin.
Yes in fact, I am not always thinking of our timeshe said while folding his arms. However his mind betrayed him at this time, for now his detailed thoughts did consist of what she spoke of.
Indeed,Arya said while shaking her head.
Ah you are the one who brought it up anywayshe said with a defeated voice.
Well do you wish to?Arya asked him plainly. Instead of him answering though, Saphira spoke instead.
I say you should little one! You both need to catch up with us you know?
You two are beasts Eragon said to her and Firnen with a grin. How many eggs do you have now? A dozen?
Something like that Firnen said with a grin. But we are no different than you two, for never can you two cease your times either.To this Eragon could only shrug, knowing them to be right. It was only with magic that they were able to prevent Arya from starting to conceive again.
You two need to cease your petty two-leg magic Saphira said. Let the wind guide your wings and see where nature takes you!
An interesting proposition,Arya said, obviously wishing to cut them off. Chuckling slightly, Eragon pulled her gently closer and kissed her cheek softly. He then turned back to watch Arion, Evryn and Messala as they continued to play with each other.
During this, Eragon felt his entire body shake and tremble as Arya spoke his true name. Feeling a deep smile crease his face, he turned back to her with tender and warm emotions. Softly he whispered Arya's true name in her ear, to which she trembled and shook slightly around his arm. For a moment both looked to each other with the deepest of bonds for the other. Neither would ever leave or harm each other in any conceivable way.
"I love you" Eragon said in the ancient language with as much meaning as he could.
"And I forever shall love you" Arya said back to him also in the ancient language. Another moment or two passed with them gazing into one another's eyes. Though soon enough they slowly turned away and resumed their watch of their spirited children. Of them having fun and merriment with Messala and their dragons. It was a beautiful sight to see, of knowing that their children lived in a world without knowing the bitterness and sorrows of war. One in which they had a true mother that loved and had cared for them. A world that was at the time a perfect one in Eragon's eyes.
Arya pulled him slightly closer to her while resting her head upon his shoulder with a warm and satisfied look. And at this time Eragon once more was drawn into looking upon her, taken away by the beauty she so magnificently displayed.
The world was perfect at this time, a perfection that Eragon could not imagine being tainted in any soon moment. Not with Arya, the most beautiful and close friend he had ever had at his side. And not with Saphira, the partner of his mind and friend of his soul. Nor would that perfection be tainted with Arion and Evryn, the most precious of children he had ever seen.
Never would Eragon and Arya's love end, for not only would it outlast Empires. Instead he was sure it would endure beyond such petty eras, lasting beyond time itself. And Eragon knew in this moment by Arya's pleased look that she had seen his thoughts. Thoughts that she also shared.
Always would they be with each other, always they would be one.
End of Chaos
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