This final chapter is dedicated to the fallowing eragon lovers
Ok ya need ta know what these here words mean in the ancient langwedge.
Aiedail- the mourning star
Yawë-bond of trust
Wyrda- fate
Tell me again daddy. Tell again! Said Brom with a broad smile.
Yes daddy, tell it again! Once more please! Said Aurora in response to Brom's enthusiasm.
The twins where four years old. They copied his every move but still clung to their mother. As all toddlers do.
Brom had deep brown wispy hair and glowing green eyes.
Aurora had long light brown hair with icy blue eyes.
Eragon chuckled and still at times marveled at how much he had now that the war was over.
"I think that's enough for tonight." Said Arya walking into the courtyard.
"But but but daddy…." The twins said in unison. Looking at him pleadingly.
"Your mother's right. It's time to turn in." said Eragon with a sigh.
"But Wyrda get's to stay up!" said Brom.
"No she doesn't. Your father is fixing to go and get her." Arya said with a patient but stern glance.
"I am? I mean yes I am about to go get her." Said Eragon stumbling over his words slightly.
Arya took the twins hands and walked them back inside their dwelling.
Eragon watched her as she walked off with them. They had been married for seventeen years now. Each day he only loved her more. If that was possible that is.
He turned away and begun to look for Wyrda. It could be hard to find that girl.
-Spharia have you…
-She's at the falls
-Thanks
-Wait why so blunt Bright scales? (no Reply)
-I take it your a little preoccupied with Thorn -are you?
-Little one must I remind you that it is not improper to be preoccupied with one's own mate?
Eragon laughed at this and then sighed as he begun the hike to the Falls.
It didn't take him long to to reach them though.
There she was. Just sitting there on the edge of the cliff.
Wyrda was sixteen and had been alive long enough to witness the after math of the fall of the Empire.
The war hadn't ended as quickly as they had hoped. What they had anticipated as the last battle hadn't been. It had taken two more long years. During that time he and Arya had wed.
Then they got a surprise. Arya was pregnant. Eragon had been well…
Terrified that the war wouldn't end soon enough and that they would have to raise a child in a war stricken country.
He remembered being called to battle and having to leave Arya behind. With a heavy waight of fear on his chest. The fear that he would never see her again. The fear that he wouldn't be there for the birth of his child.
One of his fears did become reality. He wasn't there for Wyrda's birth.
One day he was plunging his sword into the body of the wrenched Galbatorix the next he was in their dwelling in Ellismeara holding his newborn daughter.
According to Elvish custums it was the father's job to name the firstborn. He had named her
Wyrda witch mint fate in the ancient language. By fate he had found the egg. By fate had he and Arya come to be together.
Arya had agreed it was a very fitting name.
The war had ended seventeen years ago but it had taken at least ten years for things to fall back into place. There had been many scattered "battles" but in the end there had never been an all out rebellion.
The twins clung to their mother but idolized their father in all things and had not yet learned that their father was capable of making mistakes as well.
Aurora was a girl in all things. She loved everything from dolls to butterflies and daisies.
She had no interest in battle, swords or any sort of foul play. She strived to be perfect and liked to make sure everyone was doing exactly what they where supposed to.
In these ways she was unlike her parents but she was strong willed and bull headed. She you say was her mother's daughter.
Brom was everything but perfect. The same old rebel. He wanted to learn everything he could about swordplay, magic, and battles exedra. And strived to be like his father in all ways.
But Wyrda belonged neither to her mother nor her father. She was her own person and strived to be like no one. She had a very clear insight of whatever happened to be going on. Magic flowed through her.
Wyrda had long flowing silver hair with instead of blue or green eyes and golden orbs wise beyond their years.
She was quiet for the most part but had no problem with letting herself be heard. There was no doubt at that.
She hardly ever lost her cool and if she did she didn't ever bother to try to calm down very quickly.
Her childhood had been a hard one. Rebuilding an empire was hard enough on anyone but when your father was one of the only two riders and your mother was the queen of Ellsmeria family time could become quite stretched. They had gotten through it though.
Her name given name was Wyrda but her true name was Aiedail(the mourning star). She had discovered it a few years back.
Eragon and Arya had both been very pleased with her name and the significance it brought with it.
The mourning star symbolized the death of night and the birth of day.
The end of darkness and the beginning of light.
It fit her perfectly.
"Where is Yawë?" asked Eragon with hinted interest in his voice.
Wyrda turned around and faced her father.
"She is….trying to tame the wind." Said Wyrda.
Yawë was Wyrda's dragon. Her scales where white and her eyes where gold like that of her rider.
Yawë had hatched eminently after Wyrda's touch. The first rider of the new generation was his daughter. She had just recently finished her training. So as was custom the elves presented her with a sword. White as snow and seemed to glow every time another clashed with it.
He could never find the words to express how proud he was of her.
She had yet to find a mate and that believe me, Eragon was very thankful for. He was not in any hurry to give her away.
"It's time to turn in, we have a big day tomorrow."
"You have said the same thing to me since I was old enough to understand. Tomorrow will be as today no different except for the date."
"Eye but who's to say that tomorrow will be as today? Who are we to judge what will appear on the horizon?"
let me start out by saying
I HAVE NO CLUE IF I AM GOING TO CONTINUE THIS OR NOT probably not though. Thanx to everybody who's been reading and putting up me and my spelling and gramical errers. THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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(there goes the naberhood)
