A/N another story of how Eragon gets his sword...original, I know. ;)
Walking away from the smith's forge, Eragon felt a twinge of regret. I'm never going to get my own sword, am I? he questioned Saphira. I'll be stuck with Zar'roc, and all the bad memories that accompany it.
Saphira started to answer, but Arya interjected. Eragon, there was a purpose to bringing you here today. You of all people should know that first impressions are crucial to an elven person. But later impressions are important too. Who you were today and who you will be in days to come will determine whether or not she decides to break her vow and make you a sword. Personally, I'd like to think that a sword of sapphire blue would complete your appearance as a Rider.
I agree said Saphira. Red makes me look dumb, too.
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A few months later…
Eragon, Saphira, and Orik were getting ready to leave Ellesmera when a strong voice commanded "Wait." An elven female was rushing through the paths of Ellesmera toward them, holding a long bundle in her arms.
"It took you long enough to hear me. I thought you'd fly away, and all the work would be for naught." She unwrapped the package, and a sword of sapphire blue rolled out. She tried a few passes with it, then passed it to Eragon. "Normally, there'd be a ceremony when you were presented with the sword, and your dragon blessed, and whatnot, but there's no time, so Oromis just told me to give it to you." Taking the sword, Eragon noted the perfect balance, the inlaid silver in the handle, and some small runes beneath the cross guard.
"Eragon and Saphira" he said, reading the runes aloud. "But Zar'roc didn't have Morzan's name, and Oromis's didn't have his…"
"You may be the last of the great Riders, and this is the last sword I can make, since I broke my vow, so I went all out. The silver in the grip can store magic (it took many hours of spell work to attain that feature, so use it well) much like the pommel stone. And the blade just below the grip is a mirror for scrying. I wish you luck, Eragon Shadeslayer. Name your blade well."
"Brisingr" Eragon said, smiling at the smith. "Thank you."
Come on, little one, Saphira said, We must leave if we want to reach a good place to camp tonight. With that, dragon, Rider, and dwarf flew out of Ellesmera into battle.