-italic= either thought or when a story is spoken (though I'm not sure whether I'll use the second option again)
-bold=Definition of a word
Eldunarí= the dragon hearts in which their souls can live on in.
Ellesméra =the land of the Elves.
Urû'baen =Galbatorix's main city.
Alagaësia=What Eragon's world is called.
Origin of worlds= where humans, dwarves, Elves and all things originated (better known as the elemental countries to you and me)
Doru Araeba= the city of the riders.
Snagilí= a race of weird humongous mutated snails which live in Dory Araeba.
Eragon sat inspecting the many Eldunarí. He of course was joyous and relieved that he can now wield their power and wisdom but alas he also felt that even with their much needed assistance he still could not match the power of Galbatorix, that he was missing something- no someone who could help him in his fight for Righteousness.
But who could it be he wondered as he began his flight back to the battlegrounds and camp in front of Urû'baen until it suddenly clicked, he then remembered the last time he saw Angela…
-Flash-back-no-jutsu-
Angela sat staring at the small fire with Urgles sat circling around with her listening to her story just like the last time Eragon had come apon them. Though this time it was apparent that the story of times past was unknown by the Urgles, and also unlike before it was only beginning and not nearing its end.
She began talking in a mystical but sombre tone which set the tone and mood of the tale, just as Eragon began siting down beside a large Kull whose horned head was tilted upwards to the star filled sky as he seemingly pondered some great question or perhaps was seeing and reminiscing the last story told, and a large tawny coloured Werecat trotted beside him and leapt into his lap.
"There as you know has never been a religion nor person which the dragons follow, the great beasts have always stood strong and proud with none but their elders that they have been compelled to respect nor bow to.
This was and will true from the beginning to the end of all ages, in all situations but one.
At the beginning of our known time long before the great battles between the Dragons and Elves there was a surreal type of peace in which all grew greater and gained much wisdom.
However as is true in all cases in this world this peace could not last. The greatest and largest of all dragons whose large and powerful tail split at the tip into ten maced points which each holding a mace like lump was used to beat all around him to death, he was and is the strongest of all dragon to be born into this land, but even with all his power he seeked for something more than the hollow peace in the calm before the storm and instead decided he needed to find out more of the world, the true form of it and the unadulterated nature of magic and the words creators. Though he seeked for this and much more he ended up with naught and was frustrated with his inability to find anything. Then instead of setting off in the clear path he did before, he instead strayed into the innermost workings of all magic, even the evil kind.
No one know exactly what he found during his travels, Perhaps he did find the truth about all magic and life but it was soon apparent that whatever he had found it had addled his brains and turned him mad. His madness then set him off on a rampage across the land. He fell forests, crushed mountains and cut a line through Ellesméra and through that killing several Elves- though the story of that events repercussion is for another day.
However at the height of the ten tail's reign of terror apon all the races a boat much like the one that brought elves and humans to our lands- a strange and unknown figure appeared.
The only thing now remembered by the few who knew of this tale know him as, a dark figure whose hair jutted at random angles as if reaching for greater energies. A large brightly coloured cape which fluttered even without movement nor wind. His greatest trait being the fact he point apon the centre of his body was a dark line which split into six points –or paths- and that they ended in large circles which was imprinted apon all his clothes and tattooed into his skin for all to see and shown in the few weeks he had stayed watching over our great land Alagaësia.
From the moment he had arrived all was silent across the land. As if the earth its self was bowing in humility to this strange power. That was until the ten tail roared in his arrogance- unsettling the land and bringing to him the attention of the sage.
The sage looked puzzled for only a moment before jumping up onto the tip of the highest of the Boer mountains and peering down apon the mighty dragon with a seemingly pitying eye.
Of course Juubi was angered and horrified by the sage's reaction to his potency and charged him thrashing his immense tail wildly from side to side in an attempt to bring destruction apon the one who disgraced him.
The sage continued looking down apon him with pitying eyes before seeing he terror the ten tails had brought apon the land and instead his face formed into a hardened and his resolve was reinforced causing him to slay Juubi and split his eternal soul –as dragons once had a soul of pure magic power and no Eldunarí- and sent the tainted soiled pieces off to the origins of all worlds.
The sage then left a few weeks after his great victory and went back to the origins of worlds, leaving much information and wisdom that has helped Alagaësia be what it is today.
And all throughout time the sage is the only entity which they have bowed to and acknowledged as greater than them."
The herbalist then took a deep breath as it was the ending of her tale and settled down with Solembum purring beside her.
-Flash-back-no-jutsu-
Yes, Saphira wouldn't such a person be helpful? She only snorted and nuzzled her head into Eragon's arm surely but where would we find such a person? Had he not left? Eragon ponded this for a moment before replying yes but maybe he or someone like him has returned here? With that he instructed Saphira to turn around, then as soon as he was on solid ground once again he lept off from Saphira and ran into the abundant library within Doru Araeba to find out if there was more information to be found.
He wondered around in the library and skimmed through books which he thought might contain the information he needed, until at long last he found a thin sand coloured tome containing the short and bland history of the Hadarack desert in which the only item of notice – and only information he found that could be connected to the sage- was that during the height of the Riders reign and around 100 years before the birth of Galbatorix a strange orange cloaked figure with the same markings as the sage of six paths but with no other physical features connecting them had disappeared in the heart of the Hadarack desert before he could be apprehended or inspected.
He hurried back to Saphira wondering if there was enough chance that the person would still be there and if they should try and find out the truth anyway.
Saphira soon agreed as even she felt that they would need help in the upcoming battles. Her only worry being if the extra endeavour would take too much time and they wouldn't be able to find anything helpful while they could have gained strength in some other way.
So as Eragon packed his saddlebags for the flight Saphira hunted down enough Snagilí to fill her belly and sate her for around a week as well as bringing two for Eragon to eat and save for later.
They anxiously set off to the desert with too many nerves about what is to come to even enjoy neither the flight nor the astounding view from dragon back. Only at the end of the flight did they actually relax enough to let their anticipation for what they hoped to find actually amass.
However as the night wore on their hope slowly vanished into anger as no matter where they went it was all the same sand, shrubs and some more sand! Eventually the sun began to set so they both decided to settled down for the night choosing to return to the camp in front of Urû'baen the next morning. They went to the side of one of the small mountains that were scattered sparingly in the desert as it was a place that Saphira could rest apon during sleep and would offer some shelter.
In his anger before going to sleep beneath Saphira's wing he kicked out at the steep slate mountain only for… the slate to crumble and make him slip into a tunnel that was hidden beneath it. The darkness slowly closed in on Eragon and the further down the tunnel went the narrower and more jagged it got causing him to hit his head more often until finally he gave into unconsciousness.
He woke his head pounding feeling many small wounds littering his body however all of them were wrapped and seemed to be covered with a thick herbal paste. He slowly opened his pained eyes seeing only a dark rough stone cave with a figure in the corner furthest from him whose shoulders were hunched and appeared to be concentrating carefully on something, his back covered in a black coat with orange flamed pattern flickering from the bottom, in large white lettering was written 'The sixth Hokage' just below his shoulder blades and long wild blond hair was trying to be controlled in a high ponytail.
"who ar..." Eragon managed to murmur out before the darkness once again took him, only catching a glimpse of a surprised looking face with three whisker like lines on each cheek as the man turned around, surprised he had awoken.
A/N well I'm on holiday in France and my parents decided that we will only be able to Ski (which is rather painful and boring after a while) and the only other thing I had to do was read the last Eragon book (which kind disappointed me what's your opinion?) and when I had finished it I got this idea so… here you go
And about the long haired Naruto… well in manga long hair is ALLWAYS hot so :P and also if you look at the timeline he's been in the Desert for like around 200(-ish… 100 years plus Galbatorix's age) years, In those days it was kinda normal (read ANY book or watch any film with elves in) for the times and well I can't really think of Naruto as a character who would bother to cut his hair :L
Also if you find any problems feel free to message me! But no hate mail, only constructive criticism is ok!
P.S. and most important: this story doesn't have a name! so help me come up with one because I'll probably come up with a shoddy one just before I upload it!