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In the aftermath following the battle of Farthen Dûr, Eragon opened his eyes and awakened to an empty, void world. Everywhere he looked was nothing but black. A whirlwind of events and emotions overwhelmed Eragon, making it impossible to think. He knew neither who nor where he was. He was weak to cleanse himself of the alien presence that clouded his mind. Violent, cruel images exploded behind his eyes until his spirit cried out in anguish at the bloody sights.
A pile of bodies rose before Eragon. Innocent souls slaughtered by Durza. Still, he saw more corpses, whole villages of them all stripped from life by the Shade's hand or word. There was no escaping the carnage that surrounded him. He wavered like the flame of a candle, unable to withstand the evil tide. Eragon prayed for someone to lift him out of the nightmare, but there was no one to guide him. If only he could remember who he was: boy or man, hero or villain, Rider or Shade. Everything was a jumbled mess, all together in a meaningless frenzy. He was lost, completely and utterly, in the rolling mass.
Suddenly, a cluster of Eragon's own memories burst through the dismal cloud left by Durza's malevolence. All the events since he found Saphira's egg came to him in the cold light of revelation. His accomplishments and failures displayed equally. He had lost much that was dear to him, yet fate had given him rare and great gifts. For the first time, he was proud of who he was. The Shade's smothering blackness assaulted Eragon anew. His identity trailed into the void as fear and uncertainty clouded his perceptions. Who was he to think he could challenge the powers of Alagaësia and live?
Eragon fought against Durza's sinister thoughts, weakly at first, then more strongly. He whispered words of the Ancient Language and they gave him enough strength to withstand the shadow blurring his mind. Though his defenses faltered, he slowly began to draw his shattered consciousness into a small bright shell around his core. Outside his mind, he was aware of a pain so great that it threatened to blot out his very life. And yet, there was something or someone that helped to keep the pain at bay. Eragon was still too weak to clear his mind completely, but he was lucid enough to examine his experiences since Carvahall. Where would he go now? Who would show him the way? Without Brom, there was no one to guide or teach him. Then, a voice spoke to Eragon, reaching him through the darkness.
"Come to me." The voice says
Eragon recoiled at the touch of another consciousness, one so vast and powerful it was like a mountain looming over him. It was in that moment Eragon realized: this was the one who was blocking the pain. Music ran through his mind. Deep amber-gold cords that throbbed with a magisterial melancholy.
"Who... Who are you?" Eragon asks
"One who can help." The voice says
With a flicker of unspoken thought, Durza's influence was brushed aside like an unwanted cobweb. Now freed from the oppressive weight, Eragon let his mind expand until he touched a barrier beyond which he could not pass.
"I have protected you as best as I can, but you are so far away I can do no more than simply shield your sanity from the pain." The voice says
Again, Eragon asks the mysterious, friendly voice.
"Who are you to do this?" Eragon asks
There was a low rumble before the voice spoke again.
"I am Osthato Chetowä, the Mourning Sage. And Togira Ikonoka, the Cripple-Who-Is-Whole. Come to me, Eragon, for I have the answers to all you ask. You will not be safe until you find me."
"But how can I find you if I don't know where you are?" Eragon asks
"Ellesméra. Go with Arya. I will be there. Many seasons I have waited, so do not delay or it may be too late. You are greater than you know, Eragon. Think of what you and the Keyblade Wielder have done and rejoice, for you both have rid the land of a great evil. You have wrought a deed no one else could. Many are in your debt." The Mourning Sage says
The stranger was right. What he and Devon had accomplished was worthy of honor, of recognition. They had transcended and was something else, something more. A vision passed from the Mourning Sage to Eragon. A burst of color blossomed from his mind, resolving into a stooped figure dressed in white, standing on a sundrenched cliff, his face obscured by a silver nimbus.
"It is time for you to rest, Eragon. When you wake, do not speak of me to anyone. Remember, you must go to the elves. Now, sleep..." The Mourning Sage says kindly
The figure raised a hand, as if in benediction, and peace crept through Eragon. His last thought was that Brom would have been proud of him.
Nearly a day and a half has passed since the battle of Farthen Dûr and a bright new day has dawned for the Varden when Eragon awakens in the dragonhold, finding himself laying on the floor, swathed in soft blankets. His eyes slowly open and adjust to the blur. Standing low next to him was a familiar face. It was Murtagh. Eragon tries to sit upright, but Murtagh held out his left-hand, stopping him.
"Uh-uh-uh. Slowly, Eragon." Murtagh says
Eragon's head throbbed as he tried to recover. Then, he felt something going on with his back. Eragon twisted around and reached behind with his right-hand, fingers groping. The skin on his back was smooth and warm, flawless. Hard muscles flexed under his fingertips as he moved. He slid his hand down toward the base of his neck and unexpectedly felt a hard bump about a half-inch wide. He followed it down his back with growing horror. Durza's blow had left him a huge, ropy scar, stretching from his right-shoulder to the opposite hip.
"You paid a terrible price for your deed." Murtagh says
Then, Murtagh laughed harshly, patting Eragon's left-shoulder with his right-hand.
"But hey, now you're just like me." Murtagh says
Dismay filled Eragon, knowing now that he was disfigured. His thoughts went back to the battle. The Urgals. The Imperial Army. And then, he remembered about his dragon, Saphira, who had been gravely wounded in the fight against Durza, Lord Drazor, and his dark beast.
"Saphira?" Eragon asks
Murtagh looked at Eragon with a solemn, sympathetic expression.
"Some friends can't be replaced." Murtagh says
Upon hearing that, Eragon looked away and let out a sigh, feeling that he had lost Saphira forever. However, smile slowly appeared on Murtagh's face which said otherwise. Then, the sound of flapping wings fills the air. Eragon looks out toward the cave entrance and saw Saphira, alive and well as she flies in and lands inside the dragonhold.
"But luckily, some don't have to be." Murtagh says
With a smile of his own appearing on his face, Eragon rises up to his feet and walks over to Saphira as she strides into the cave, happy to see that she was alright.
"Saphira! We did it! I didn't think it could actually work." Eragon says
The blue dragoness lowers her head down to her rider's level.
"You shouldn't have. It was reckless, but I'm glad you did." Saphira says
"Wasn't it an old, wise man who once said: 'One part brave three parts fool'?" Eragon says
"Brom would be proud of you." Saphira says
Eragon places both hands on Saphira's head and hugs her, while the dragoness hums deeply in content, her chest vibrating.
"Of us." Eragon says
As soon as they pulled away, Eragon remembered something else: Devon. Glancing back at Murtagh, he asks him about the Keyblade Wielder.
"Where's Devon?" Eragon asks
Murtagh glances off to his right and both Eragon and Saphira follow his gaze. Lying not far from the trio was Devon, who was still unconscious in his own bed. All of his wounds and bruises, including the cut on his face had healed amazingly quick, more than likely from the Power of Healing, and the blood had been cleaned from his body and his clothes.
"Our Keyblade Wielder friend still hasn't woken up yet. We found him badly bloodied up, bruised, and weak. We're not sure whether or not he's still alive." Murtagh says
Eragon walks over to Devon slowly, afraid that his best friend was dead. Once he reaches him, he kneels down to the young teen and places his right-hand on Devon's left-shoulder. Saphira strides alongside her Rider and lowers her head down to Devon's body, nuzzling his head gently with her snout.
"Saphira? Is he...?" Eragon asks
"He still lives. Devon's heart still beats with life, but it is very faint." Saphira says
"What happened to him?" Eragon asks
The blue dragoness looked into Devon's mind reaching out with her own to see what events could have transpired after she and Eragon fell unconscious. Saphira was horrified by what she saw.
Visions of Devon's fight with Lord Drazor flashed through her mind and she watched as the Dark Knight punished the Keyblade Wielder with brutal blows. The dark blast exploding infront of the young teen, sending him flying backwards, Devon being struck hard in the stomach with a left body jab while he kneels down on the ground reeling in pain, Lord Drazor punching Devon with two left-hooks across the face, Devon crashing into a large rock on his back. Devon's pained cries echoed in Saphira's mind, tormenting her. How could such a pure young soul be able to withstand such punishment? Saphira growled as she wanted to tear this vile menace to shreds with her teeth for hurting Devon in such a violent manner.
Then, the blue dragoness watched as Devon finally fought back against Lord Drazor, deflecting the dark lightning with Soul Calibur until he shoves the electric blast away, sending it back at the Dark Knight as it struck him in the chest and knocked him back, breaking the power struggle. She then watched as Devon dashes at Lord Drazor, slamming his crystal Keyblade into his chest and sending him flying into a large rock where he proceeds to hit him with five more strikes across his body before finishing off the Dark Knight with the final blow that smashes him through the rock. The villain laid on the ground defeated and faded away, disappearing into the darkness. Saphira was proud of Devon's victory over such a ruthless foe, but she didn't believe that Lord Drazor was easy to defeat. She had a feeling that Devon would have more encounters with this Dark Keyblade Wielder in the future.
"Eragon... Saphira..." Devon whispers
Finally, the visions end with the Keyblade Wielder down his knees near Eragon and Saphira, using his Power of Healing to save them before he falls down on all fours, gagging and coughing out blood and bone from the overuse of energy and the brutal blows he had received.
Saphira snorts as she recovers from the visions and returns to the dragonhold. Her blue reptilian eyes still gazing down at Devon. Eragon looked up at his dragoness with concern.
"Saphira? What is it? What'd you see?" Eragon asks
"A vicious, deadly conflict. Devon fought hard against the Dark Keyblade Wielder, who was allied with Durza, and the battle nearly killed him." Saphira says
Eragon looked down at Devon in shock, then gazes up at Saphira.
"Will he wake up?" Eragon asks
The blue dragoness held a look of uncertainty, which her rider could clearly see in her eyes.
"I do not know..." Saphira says
Eragon stared at Saphira for a moment, then looks back down at Devon, full of deep worry.
"Devon..." Eragon says
Inside his mind, Devon stood in an empty black void, surrounded by darkness, completely still with his eyes closed. Everything was silent until some visions appeared in his mind. But these were not the horrific nightmares he had experienced before. These visions were actually happy memories from his past.
The first vision was his five-year-old self, Shara, and Ducar taking a stroll through a lively Starlight Town as everyone greeted each other happily with Devon sitting on his father's shoulders having the time of his life.
The next was him and his parents enjoying a boat ride out on the sea near their home when three Orca whales breached the surface and approached the family. Young Devon reached out to one of the whales with his right-hand and he petted the gentle creature. His mother and father followed his example and petted the other two Orcas. Each of them smiling happily.
The third vision was of him, Shara, Ducar, Ventus, Terra, and Aqua sitting together in the courtyard of the Land of Departure, gazing up as a meteor shower dazzles the starry night sky.
The fourth and final vision was of him sleeping peacefully in his room in the same world, while his mother and father stood together at the open door, watching him with smiles on their faces.
Warm feelings filled Devon's heart as he watched all these happy memories flash before him. But then, that happiness was shattered as an evil voice spoke through the darkness, echoing all around the young teen as the memories faded away.
"Devon, son of Shara and Ducar. You show much promise. Much potential. A pity that your parents could not fare better."
The Keyblade Wielder already knew this voice as Lord Drazor. Then, he heard his own voice as it answered back.
"You're wrong. My parents were the greatest Keyblade Wielders there was."
"So, you have been told. Did the Inheritor ever tell you how your mother and father died? How greatly they suffered? How easily they were destroyed? Allow me to show you!"
Suddenly, Devon was struck by an agonizing mental pain as a new vision appeared in his mind.
The first was a badly weakened Ducar with blood going down the left-side of his head and some blood streaming down from the right-corner of his mouth, crawling away in pain from Lord Drazor, who approached him from behind with his Dark Keyblade: Fear's Shadow drawn in his right-hand.
"Your father was the first to die. He was strong, but his power was nothing compared to mine."
Eventually, Lord Drazor reaches Ducar, who stops and turns around to face the evil villain. Stepping over the pitiful man, Lord Drazor points his Dark Keyblade down at Ducar, the tip nearly touching his throat. Then, the evil villain brings Fear's Shadow across his body and delivers the killing blow with the splattering sound of blood filling the air.
The vision fades away and a new one of Lord Drazor and Shara appeared in his mind with the Dark Knight holding his mother up by her throat with his right-hand, right up to his level with her feet hanging high above the ground.
"Your mother came next. She, too, was weak, utterly helpless against my power."
Lord Drazor releases his grip on Shara, letting her fall down on her back. He then raises his right-foot up and stomps it down hard on Shara's stomach, pinning her to the invisible floor. Shara gasped in pain and her body jerked upward as the villain's foot came down on her. She coughs out a mouthful of blood, making it splatter on her chest. The female Keyblade Master turns her head over to her left, looking at her son Devon, now in his current 16-year-old self, who stood frozen with horror at the scene unfolding before him.
"I remember seeing the fear in her eyes as she slowly bled to death. How she choked on her own blood as the life fled from her body."
Lord Drazor holds Fear's Shadow with both hands, turns it over so the blade is pointed downwards, and slowly rises it up over Shara's fallen body. Devon's vision zooms in on the ram skull in the hilt, the long cruel blade, the black demonic wings that were the Dark Keyblade's teeth, and the glowing red eye of darkness in the head of the evil blade.
"You give hope to those around you, but in the end, it is only false."
Shara stared at her son as his horrified form reflected in her terrified eyes.
"This..."
Soon, Fear's Shadow came down and ended Shara's life with the sound of the Dark Keyblade stabbing into her body. Everything fell dark again as the visions end with the continuation of Lord Drazor's voice.
"...is what hope delivers. Misery, pain, and suffering."
More voices echo through the darkness as Devon heard Lord Thanatos' voice.
"THIS IS WHAT AWAITS THOSE WHO DEFY THE DARK LORD AND HIS EMPIRE: EXCRUCIATING, EXQUISITE DEATH."
Then, the Keyblade Wielder heard the Dark Echo's voice.
"In ThE eNd, OnLy DeAtH rEmAiNs..."
The young teen clutches his head with both hands and fell onto his knees, grunting in pain as Lord Thanatos' evil laughter began echoing all around him. Slowly, his voice grew darker, deeper, and more demonic. Devon continued to fight the pain as the evil laughter tormented him until they finally ceased, and everything fell silent for a third time. And as quick as it came, the pain in his head went away, much to his relief. Then, the Keyblade Wielder heard a gentle, female voice call his name.
"Devon..."
Devon opened his eyes and gasped when he heard his name. The voice felt so familiar to him. It took a few moments for the young teen realize who it belonged to. It was Shara, his mother's voice.
"Mom?" Devon says
"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up. Your friends are waiting for you."
Suddenly, a bright, warm light shined infront of Devon, cutting through the darkness. The Keyblade Wielder held his right-hand up to shield his eyes from the light, but they quickly adjust to the brightness.
"You have many who care for you. Many who love you. You are so loved. So loved. Devon... You are the luckiest boy in the whole Universe."
Eventually, the light completely engulfs Devon as he heard his mother's voice speak to him once more.
"I love you, Devon. With all my heart and soul."
Returning to the dragonhold, Eragon and Saphira stared down at their Keyblade Wielder friend with worried expressions. Eragon sighed and Saphira growled softly while Murtagh looks down solemnly. Suddenly, Devon slowly began to stir and groan, attracting everyone's attention.
"Mmm... Uhh... Mom? Mom?" Devon groans
Devon opens his eyes and takes to his surroundings. Everything was all a blur at first, but his vision adjusts to his surroundings, finding himself inside the dragonhold. Looking up, he saw the blue dragoness and her rider lingering over him. Both of them were happy to see their friend awake.
"Devon!" Eragon exclaims
The Keyblade Wielder sits up and smile forms on his face, happy to see that they were alright as well.
"Eragon! Saphira!" Devon exclaims
Saphira lowers her head down to the young teen and gives him some dragon kisses, licking the right-side of his face.
"Thank goodness you're alright, little one." Saphira says
Devon chuckles and rubbed his hands on Saphira's head, petting her snout.
"It's good to see you both alright, too." Devon says
The Keyblade Wielder rose up onto his feet with Eragon's help as he offered his right-hand and pulled him up. Once he stood straight up, Devon looked around the dragonhold and noticed that everything was peaceful and quiet. He looked over towards the entrance to the cave and saw that it was now daytime.
"What... What happened?" Devon asks
"Well... we won. The Varden lives to see another day." Murtagh says
"I guess that explains why we're still alive. But what about the Urgals? Galbatorix' Army?" Devon asks
"When the Shade's spirits, if that's what they were called, flew across Farthen Dûr, the Urgals ceased fighting to watch them go, as though they were released from a spell. Next thing we know, their clans turned and attacked each other. They even turned on the King's soldiers. Their army disintegrated within minutes. We routed them afterwards." Murtagh says
Devon stared at Murtagh, surprised by what he heard.
"They're all dead?" Devon asks
Murtagh shook his head.
"No. Many of them escaped into the tunnels. The Varden and the dwarves are busy ferreting them out, but it'll take a while." Murtagh says
"They don't intend to lock you up again, do they. You know? Because you're Morzan's son?" Devon asks
Murtagh's face grew sober.
"No one really cares about that anymore. A lot of the Varden and the dwarves were killed. The survivors are busy trying to recover from the battle." Murtagh says
Then, the young man's face brightened up with a smile.
"But at least there's cause to be happy and celebrate. You two are heroes! Everyone's been talking about how you both killed Durza. If it hadn't been for you guys, we would've lost." Murtagh says
Devon and Eragon both smiled and nodded their heads in agreement. As the heroes were proud of their victory, they wondered about Arya and where she was.
"And Arya?" Eragon asks
"Where's she?" Devon asks
"Thought that might pop up." Murtagh says
Murtagh walks over to the right-side of the dragonhold, picks up some new clothes, and tosses them over to Eragon, who catches them.
"She's off to Ellesméra." Murtagh says
"Then, we'd better catch up with her." Devon says
Upon hearing that, the blue dragoness stood straight up and flared her wings proudly.
"But what horse that was ever born could out ride a dragon?" Saphira says
Devon and Eragon look up at Saphira, then look toward each other with smiles on their faces.
Several minutes later, the two boys flew out of the dragonhold on Saphira with all the humans and dwarves in Tronjheim cheering for their heroes as they fly out of the hollow mountain and into the sky.
Flying to the north, the trio found Arya riding on her white horse across an open grassy field with four guards of the Varden riding alongside her on brown horses as escorts to ensure the elf princess reaches her destination. The heroes flew overhead, looped around, and touched down infront of them. Arya and her party stopped as her white horse reared up and let out a startled whinny. Devon and Eragon climbed down from Saphira's saddle and walked over toward Arya as she dismounted her horse.
Eragon was now wearing a new white linen shirt, new breeches, and a dark blue cape with segmented, silver metal pieces similar to the armor he wore during the battle of Farthen Dûr.
"So, you're heading back home, huh?" Devon says
"You never gave us a chance to say good-bye." Eragon says
"There was no time. Galbatorix will try to avenge this defeat. I must return to my people in Ellesméra." Arya says
Arya places her right-hand on Eragon's left-shoulder, giving him comfort.
"You lost those who were dear to you. You've paid a great price for your courage. Did you know the people of the Varden already tell stories about you? The Legend of Eragon Shadeslayer..." Arya says
The elf princess then looks over at Devon on her right.
"...and the Legend of Devon, the Keyblade Master spreads throughout Alagaësia." Arya says
"Technically, I'm not a Keyblade Master yet, but I'll go with it." Devon says
"Well, you know how legends go. People will just about believe anything these days." Eragon says
"Eh... True." Devon says shrugging his shoulders
Devon, Eragon, and Arya chuckle together. Then, Eragon takes hold of Arya's hand as Saphira walks up alongside the two heroes on their right, willing to join the elf princess on her journey to Ellesméra.
"We'll go with you. There's still so much for me and Saphira to learn, and I know that we'll find what we seek in Ellesméra." Eragon says
Arya smiles and nods her head in agreement.
"And you have truly earned it." Arya says
Eragon and Saphira walk over and stand alongside Arya and the four Varden riders, then look over at Devon, wondering what he would do now.
"What about you, Devon? Will you accompany us to Ellesméra? I'm sure my mother, Queen Islanzadí, would very much like to meet you." Arya says
"Well, as much as I would like to visit your home, Arya, and stay more with Eragon and Saphira, I still have my own journey to complete. I've already spent much time here in Alagaësia, and it's time for me to be moving on. I need to make the Mark of Mastery if I'm to become a Keyblade Master, and that requires my full attention." Devon says
Devon looked down at his Celestial Ring as he thought about his friends that were waiting for him to complete his Mark of Mastery Exam back at the Celestial Temple. Not to mention his female Night Fury, Luna, the one he loved.
"I have my own dragon waiting for me to return, not to mention all my other friends. I've got to be there for them." Devon says
Eragon felt a little sad that Devon had to leave, yet he understood that his task was important.
"Will we see you again?" Eragon asks
Devon smiled and placed his right-hand on Eragon's left-arm.
"Of course. I'll be sure to visit again sometime with my friends." Devon says
The Keyblade Wielder gave his fellow dragon rider a thumbs up with his right-hand.
"You can count on it." Devon says
Arya places her left-hand on Eragon's right-shoulder, causing him to look at her.
"Time moves quickly, Eragon. Only yesterday you were a farm boy. Today, you are a hero alongside Devon. Tomorrow, may see us together again." Arya says
Eragon stares at Arya for a moment, then looks back at Devon and nods his head in agreement. Then, the Keyblade Wielder, Rider, and elf princess look up at Saphira as she spoke.
"Tomorrow will come. Sooner than we think." Saphira says
The Keyblade Wielder turns to the blue dragoness and walks up to her.
"Saphira, take care of yourself." Devon says
Devon glances back at Eragon and Arya over his left-shoulder as they stood together, then turns back to Saphira.
"And watch over Eragon, huh?" Devon says gesturing his head back at Eragon
"I will." Saphira says nodding her head with a smile
The blue dragoness lowers her head down to the young teen's level.
"Good luck on your journey, young Keyblade Wielder. I wish both you and your dragon luck, courage, and a life full of happiness together." Saphira says
"Thanks, Saphira." Devon says
Devon reaches up to Saphira with his hands and rubs the sides of her head while she closes her eyes and hums with content. He soon pulls away from the dragoness and looks over at Eragon and Arya as they smiled. Smiling back, the Keyblade Wielder nods his head and turns to walk away, going further out onto the grassy plain.
Devon glances back at Eragon, Arya, and Saphira one last time and waves his left-hand to them in farewell, while they wave their hands back, then gazes up as a large, circular section of the sky shatters like glass, revealing the sleeping keyhole. Eragon, Saphira, and Arya stared in amazement as the keyhole appeared in the sky. Soul Calibur appears in Devon's right-hand in a flash of blue light, reacting to the presence of the keyhole. A pure aura envelopes Devon's body and his crystal Keyblade begins to shine brightly with its benevolent light. Devon aims his Keyblade up at the keyhole and a beam of light shoots out, striking the keyhole. The keyhole shines brightly while Eragon, Saphira, Arya, and the four Varden horsemen watched in awe.
"There will always be a bright tomorrow for all of us... As long as we keep holding on, we'll make it through... together." Devon says
Devon closes his eyes and smiles as the light engulfs him and he continues onward to the next world and his quest to become the Legendary Keyblade Master.
Far to the northeast in Urûbaen, Galbatorix stood in his cavernous lair with Lord Thanatos, staring up at the large curtain map of Alagaësia. They had heard of the Varden's victory over Durza and his army and neither one of them was pleased with the outcome. The two villains shared glances with each other for a moment before Lord Thanatos nodded his head and turned to take his leave, opening up a dark corridor and walking through it.
Now alone in his lair, Galbatorix walks over to his dragon-shaped throne and approaches his sword, which had gold metal mixed in with the black guard and hilt. It was a pity that he had lost his faithful servant, but it mattered not. He will find another to take Durza's place. At least he still had two double agents working for him in the Varden. They would help find him a new servant that would be a more worthy replacement. But for now, he had a war to wage against Eragon Shadeslayer, his dragon Saphira, and the Varden, and he would have to take matters into his own hands.
And so, he grabs his sword with his both hands, unsheathes it, and turns around, tearing through the curtain map of Alagaësia and slicing it in half with an angry yell of unbridled rage, revealing his black dragon, Shruikan, who was hidden behind it the whole time.
Shruikan was a huge, black male dragon that served Galbatorix, bound to the tyrant king. Originally, he once belonged to another rider during the time of the Riders before Galbatorix murdered him and stole the dragon. Corrupted through dark magic, provided to Galbatorix from the Dark Lord of the Shadows himself, Shruikan was full of malice, anger, and hatred and took pleasure in fighting for Galbatorix, the Dark Lord Teridax, and their evil empires. Before his corruption, the dragon's eyes were a pale, blue-white, the color of a high mountain glacier. Now, they were a fiery, golden color of evil.
Shruikan's eyes glowed in the darkness of the cave-like room and he uttered a deep growl before breathing a huge stream of fire in the air with a loud, mighty roar, ready to unleash his fiery wrath upon the realm of Alagaësia and his enemies.
Author's Note: And that finally wraps up Devon's adventure in the world of Alagaësia with Eragon and Saphira. I read the book and watched the film during the makings of these chapters and although the film received a lot of bad, if not, the worst kind of reviews, I believe it was a nice attempt to bring the book to life. I hope that my version, combining the elements from both the film and the book, helps paint the picture of how it could have been better. Now, only three worlds remain for our hero. Just to let everyone know, the next world isn't going to be the Wizarding World. I intend to save the best two worlds for last. I do have an idea for the next world in mind that I'm sure everyone will like. But which world is it? You'll have to wait and see. Another note for anonymous (guest), I know you want to include your ideas like Godzilla's world and your OC, but here's my deal for you. I've seen your review about creating monsters, and I'll actually need some ideas for new Heartless, Nobodies, Unversed, Dream Eaters, mythological creatures, and such for future installments. Those creatures you suggested from Primeval could come in handy. If you can help with that, I'll gladly put them to use. I hope maybe you'll agree with that instead. Let me know what you think. No flames please. Hope you guys like and don't forget to review!