"You are sure I won't fall off?" Nasuada asked, her shaky voice betraying her normally confident demeanor.

"Positive. I'll make sure you are secure," Murtagh said.

"Eragon, tell me this is safe," Nasuada said, ignoring Murtagh.

Eragon laughed. "Nasuada you'll be fine. But if this is too scary, you don't have to come."

"No, no, I want to be there. I'm just a little nervous. That's all."

Murtagh snorted. "A little?" Nasuada jabbed him in the ribs. "Ow! Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Thorn lowered himself so that Nasuada could climb on and then Murtagh followed. Eragon was carrying some last remaining supplies to Saphira. As he packed he continued to look out over the water, straining his eyes to see if he could spot the island. As hard as he tried, he couldn't see it from here.

It had been three days since Eragon had returned from the trip to Carvahall. In that time he had mentally prepared himself for today's journey while Arya spent time scrying with the elven leaders. She had announced her plans to accompany Eragon to Vroengard and to step down as queen in the process. She had nominated Dathedr as her replacement and no one had objected. Dathedr, now officially king, immediately said he would assemble a group and make the trip to Ilirea to see them off. Eragon always liked Lord Dathedr and would be glad to say goodbye to him in person. Plus Kyliel and Fosier had reached out to him to say they would be joining the travel group. It would help him to see his old students and remind him of the work he did to get to this moment.

"Eragon, they are here," said Arya from off to his side. Eragon looked back up the beach and saw a familiar sight. The elves. King Dathedr led a group of about ten elves towards their spot on the beach. The crowds that had gathered to watch them leave whispered amongst themselves at the sight of the new party. Looking closer, Eragon saw his old friend, Blodhgarm.

"Well, well. If it isn't my bodyguard." Blodhgarm's fur rippled in the wind as he gave a feline smile.

"Good to see you again, Eragon."

Behind him two other elves stepped forward. Eragon recognized Fosier and Kyliel instantly, and yet they seemed… older. It hadn't been that long and yet both of them seemed to have grown, or maybe they just looked more mature?

"Kyliel. Fosier. It is good to see you two again. You look well."

The two elves bowed, their arms twisted in the elven gesture of fealty, the other, behind their backs. "It is an honor to see you again, Master," Kyliel said.

Eragon felt odd being treated so formally from the first two students he had ever trained. "Oh come on, after spending a year together on a deserted island, you can't just call me Eragon?"

The two elves looked at each other and smiled. Eragon raised an eyebrow, unsure of what was happening.

"It wouldn't be appropriate, Master," Fosier said.

"Why's that?"

"Because very soon, you will be our Master," Fosier said, barely containing his excitement. Eragon was just about to ask what he meant when he heard a soft growl. Then, each of the elves brought out their hands from behind their backs. In their arms were two baby dragons, one a shade of red, while the other a dark blue. Eragon couldn't find the words to respond. When the elves saw his shock, they laughed and raised their palms. There, on each of their hands was the Gedwey Ignasia.

"You two are the first new riders!" Eragon finally said.

"Yes," Kyliel said. "So now you can't keep any of those secrets from us any more."

"Yes, I guess you are right."

"We wanted to come with you on the trip, but Murtagh said we needed to stay until our dragons are ready," Fosier said as he adjusted his dragon into his arms. The little red dragon stirred for a moment and then fell back asleep.

Eragon turned to Murtagh. "You knew?"

"Of course," he said as he folded his arms. "I'm the one the new riders come to for initial training, remember?"

Eragon sighed. "Yes, I guess I did set it up that way."

"Besides, they made me promise not to spoil the surprise."

Eragon went over to the two elves and put a hand on each of their shoulders. "You guys have a long but exciting road ahead of you. Train hard with Murtagh when he gets back and I'll be ready for you when you get to the island. I am so happy that you two are the first of the new generation."

"Thank you, Eragon," Kyliel said.

"Yes, thank you," said Fosier.

Arya walked up beside Eragon and immediately all the elves bowed. "My Queen," Fosier said.

"You do not need to bow, I am no longer your queen, Fosier. King Dathedr is your leader, I am just a rider, like the two of you," she said. King Dathedr gave a nod at the acknowledgement.

"Yes, Que— Arya. It's just a hard habit to break," Fosier fumbled.

"I look forward to seeing your progression as riders. I know you will make us proud," she said to both of them. The both bowed at the compliment.

"So tell me, how did it happen?" Eragon asked.

"It was actually pretty sudden for both of us," Kyliel said. "The eggs you sent to Ellesmera went up in the gardens and we began the Procession of Hands. Fosier and I were maybe in the middle of the line and yet we both noticed that as we got closer, we both began focusing on an egg, even though there were ten all together. I couldn't look away from the second one and he was locked on the eighth. When it was our turn, we both went straight for the egg we felt something for, instead of starting at the beginning." Kyliel paused and her voice grew softer. "As soon as we put our hands on the eggs, they began to hatch."

"From there, the ceremony ended and the celebrations began," Fosier said with a smile. "But the best part of the whole thing was when she touched my hand." He stroked the little dragon's head fondly as his voice trailed off.

"Exactly," Kyliel said. "When she put her snout to my palm, it was like a blast of cold air, but from within. In that instant, I knew her and she knew me."

"So what are their names?" Eragon asked.

"Well, this is Vraena," said Fosier.

"And this is Tamenth," said Kyliel.

Just then, Eragon felt himself being pushed aside as Saphira nosed her way in. She sniffed at each baby dragon and while Vraena didn't wake up, Tamenth nipped at Saphira's snout. Saphira shook her head and looked at the elves. "They will be fine dragons. You both have good partners."

"Thank you, Saphira," they both said with a bow.

King Dathedr walked over and said, "Eragon, I wish you the best but incase your plan does not work, we will be ready to send help."

"Thank you, and I promise I'll let you know if it comes to that."

"And are you sure you won't allow anyone else to join aside from Blodhgarm? We have many eager elves that wish to help with the building process."

"No, we should manage just fine," Eragon said. He didn't like the idea of a bunch of people on the island that were not Riders. Blodhgarm he trusted, but these others, he didn't know.

"Eragon, Orik will arrive tomorrow with a group supplying materials," Arya said. She nodded to the group of elves. "We could use their help with song-weaving some of the structures, especially the dragon homes and nurseries. And Kyliel and Fosier won't be there for a while so you won't be training anyone."

Eragon considered for a moment. When Kyliel and Fosier had volunteered to join him on his quest for a training island, Blodhgarm was the one who vouched for them. Eragon knew Arya was right and that they would indeed need help building the island into a future home.

He turned to Blodhgarm. "What do you think of them?"

"They are motivated for your cause and have no reason to be doubted. I would bring them if I were in your position."

Eragon nodded. "Alright, they can come."

"Wonderful," King Dathedr said. "This group of eight are some of our best spellcasters and were most eager to help."

Eragon turned to the group and gave a slight bow. "Thank you for your assistance."

One elf took a step forward. "It is our honor, Kingkiller." Then he lowered his head and the other seven followed. Eragon still wasn't always comfortable receiving praise even after everything he had been through. Sometimes, he still felt like the farm boy removed from his home.

"And you?" Eragon asked the King.

"No, I unfortunately have matters to deal with back home. But I wish you the best of luck." King Dathedr turned and made his way back up the beach.

Eragon turned back to the group of elves. "I, uh, can't fit you all on the back of a dragon. How will you get to the island?"

The elf that spoke gave him a mischievous grin. "We will use a boat."

Arya perked up at that. "You made a new one?" she asked.

"Yes, finished it two days ago," he said. "It should be here soon."

"I am missing something," Eragon said looking between the two.

"Eragon, we used to have a small fleet of boats that were imbued with magic. They could be steered with thought and magnified even the smallest wind ten-fold," she said with a big smile.

"So… they were fast?" Eragon asked feeling slightly dumb.

"Fast enough to keep up with your dragons," the elf said calmly.

We shall see about that, small one, Saphira said to the group.

The elf's cool demeanor washed away in an instant. "Yes, great-one. It is fast but obviously not as fast as you," he said quickly.

Saphira gave a satisfied nod and made her way back to Thorn and Firnen. A moment later Eragon felt something on his mind. It wasn't a consciousness, but it had a… presence. Turning around he saw a medium sized wooden sailboat float up to the shore and beach itself. It looked as if the entire craft had grown out of a tree (which it probably had). The sails were white and green and looked ready to grab hold of the wind at any second.

"Well it looks like your ride is here," Eragon said to the elves. "Kyliel and Fosier, train hard and train well. I will see you soon. The rest of you all can head out now. We will not be far behind." The elves went past him to the boat while Kyliel and Fosier said their good-byes and left.

Eragon felt a hand slide into his. He smiled and turned to Arya, and placed his forehead against her's. "A part of me really wanted it to be them, but I didn't want to be disappointed if it wasn't."

She nodded and said, "Let's finish up and get airborne. Where are the dragons?"

Eragon tilted his head up the beach. "They are about mile down that way. When we fly by they will take to the air and follow."

Eragon finished packing up his things and got onto Saphira. Nasuada and Murtagh were ready to go and a quick glance showed Arya was also ready. He turned back to the beach and waved at the bystanders watching the process. They cheered and applauded as Saphira jumped up and took flight. Firnen followed her and Thorn brought up the rear. In a heartbeat, the beach was far below them and the only sounds were the wind whistling past his ears. He felt at ease again.

A few minutes into their flight, Eragon looked down at the coastline and saw the dragons on the beach. Saphira gave a mighty roar and the dragons took to the air. Within minutes there was a thunder of dragons following Eragon. He turned in his saddle and focused on the image, committing it to memory. This will make a good fairth.

The flight to the island was painless. Eragon would boost the energy of the thunder every so often with raw power, but for the most part the whole group got near the island easily. Eragon would look down at the sea below him and check for the elves once in a while. Sure enough, he would see a little craft slicing through the water not too far behind them.

That elf wasn't kidding. That thing can move.

When they were about a mile from the shore of Vroengard, something changed. Visually, the island was the same as every other: a small beach leading into the water and green vegetation covering the land. The difference was that this island was enormous. It looked as if they had somehow turned around without noticing and were about to land back on Alagaesia.

But that wasn't the change. It was something that he could feel. Something within. It was the feeling of emptiness, like a shroud of death. The island looked fine on the outside, but its energy was tainted. In the time since he was last at the island, the contamination must have gotten worse. Expanding his mind, he couldn't feel any life. No birds above the trees or beasts on the ground. He could barely feel the plants themselves. It was as if they were in a deep sleep, not dead, but not really alive.

A shiver ran down his spine.

The group landed on the shore, but as close to the water as they could. Voraugh, the smallest dragon backed up into the surf as soon as his feet touched the beach. The other dragons responded differently to the environment. Niriada became very still, resembling a statue, while the younger dragons continuously moved as if they were waiting to be attacked.

"Eragon, this place feels… wrong," Nasuada said.

If she is noticing it, then it really has gotten worse, Eragon thought. "Yeah," Eragon told her, "it's pretty bad."

Eragon got off of Saphira and walked forward on the beach. Even the air smelled… stale.

I really hope this works, Eragon said to Saphira.

If it doesn't, we should be ready to leave soon, Saphira said softly.

"Eragon," Arya said from behind him. He turned. "What do you need from us?"

Eragon looked at her and then to Murtagh and Nasuada. "Tell the elves to stay here on the beach when they come to shore. I'll be up here. I don't know what is going to happen so unless I say so, stay back."

Arya nodded and went back to usher the incoming boat.

Eragon made his way until his feet no longer stepped in sand and instead fell on packed Earth. He looked around at the green surrounding him. It felt unnatural, like a façade.

This will be as good a spot as any, Eragon thought.

He sat down and crossed his legs. Closing his eyes, Eragon focused outward with his mind. Slowly, the island came into view. It seemed similar to the island he spent the last year of his life on, except it wasn't. When he would do this as an exercise in the past, the island would come alive before him. He could spread his focus and feel everything around him and shift to focus on a specific plant or animal when he chose. Not here. Instead, he felt a shroud, like the island was covered by a massive shadow.

In order to remove this contamination, Eragon would need to will it to happen with his entire being. This wasn't a regular spell that he could read off, nor was it a simple thought that he could just make happen. This was something that required extreme focus and determination.

Very slowly, Eragon reached inward. He followed the familiar path to the wild energy and tapped into it. The power enveloped him and took over his senses, but he was ready. This is what he had trained for, what every single choice he had made since the war had led him to. This was his moment.

Eragon corralled the energy into a controlled yet chaotic form, turning it into something that he could guide with his will. Then, he concentrated. His thoughts went to the island and the potential he saw in it. He imagined a lush land that had dragons filling up its skies and riders in its fields. He imagined what the island would look like in all its glory. Eragon's desire gave direction to the energy, and his will gave it form. A spell took shape within him. When he felt it could not be contained any longer, Eragon stood, opened his eyes, and unleashed it on the land.

A shockwave erupted from him and spread outward like a violent ripple through the air. Then, in its wake, a strong wind emanated from Eragon and spread out over the island. The wind rolled outward, brushing through trees and grass, over rocks and stones, and made its way across the entire island. With the wild energy still flowing through him, Eragon held onto his image of a clean island. He clenched his teeth, and leaned into the wind. Eragon's focus was the only thing keeping the spell alive. Without it, his body would no longer act as a vessel to the raw energy and it would tear him apart from the inside out.

The winds reached the interior of the island and pressed onwards. Whenever they rushed past a part of the island, the affected "thing" came alive. To Eragon, the island felt as if it was waking up, one section at a time.

A tingling sensation began in the bottom of his feet and the tips of his fingers. Slowly, it worked its way up his extremities.

The contamination, Eragon thought with a start. His spell poured out over the entire island, every square inch of it, emanating from him. He, however, was the only place on the island that wasn't being cleansed. The spell only went outward, not inward.

Looking closer, he could actually see it progressing. His skin began taking on a darker tone, like the pigment of his skin was dying.

"Eragon?" he heard Arya ask from behind him. "What's happening to you?" She nearly had to yell over the howl of the wind.

Once the tingling sensation passed over an area, the affected portion became cold, nearly numb. His arms and legs were completely covered. The contamination began working through his torso, pushing towards his heart.

Just a little further, Eragon thought. His vision was darkening on the edges and his head felt too light. The strain on his body was immense. Eragon had already surpassed the maximum amount of time he had ever exposed himself to the raw energy. This much power coursing through his body was rattling him. His knees were weak, his arms were shaking, and sweat was falling from his chin.

But he focused.

This was the end game. All his work, all his trials, were for this moment. He would not give up, not when he was so close.

Eragon felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Fight it," Arya said firmly. The look in her eyes was the same as when she was in battle: fierce, unyielding.

Eragon was too focused on holding his spell to try and slow the spreading shadow through his body. It was all he could do just to keep himself from being torn apart. Through gritted teeth he said, "It's getting close to my heart."

Arya nodded, and then shouted back to the others. Whatever she said was lost on the wind. A moment later the group of elves along with Murtagh pushed their way until they surrounded him. With the wind pushing back on them, each extended their hands and began a rhythmic chanting. Immediately, Eragon's chest began to glow. A soft, warm light collected around his chest and pushed back on the shadows. It wasn't strong enough to drive it out, but it was enough to give him time. He was so close.

"Little one."

Eragon forced his head up and looked at Saphira. She stood on the outside of the ring of spellcasters, lending him strength through her presence. Her connection grounded him, acting like an anchor in rough seas. No matter how much he was buffeted, she would hold.

He smiled up at her, a weak and pitiful smile, but strong in its action. It was a simple manifestation of his love for her. Thank you.

Eragon stole a glance at Arya. She was focused, chanting in time with the others, not even missing a syllable. She was amazing and inspiring and the reason he was here today. He could feel her magic in his chest, guiding the others like a commander at war. She had slowed down the contamination, but wasn't stopping it. It didn't matter. In that moment, all he cared about was her future and the future of this island. She needed a place to become a lead rider and the future generation needed a place to grow into what he had always envisioned for them.

Eragon saw the island as he wanted to see it and used that image to hang on. He needed that image to be true, to be his reality. He had come too far for anything less.

Eragon yelled and pushed his body to its limits. His vision went red and all he could hear was blood pumping in his ears, but he held on.

The winds finally reached the opposite side of the island and dissipated over the water. Eragon severed his connection to the raw energy and the spell ended. He stood there for a moment, not even tempting to move a muscle. Instead, he slowly spread his mind outward.

The island was alive.

Plants were reaching for sunlight, flower buds bloomed all over, and he sensed animals coming out of their slumber. Eragon took in a breath. There was no stale death in the air, just a scent of fresh stalks and blooming petals.

Eragon looked slowly at the group surrounding him. Their hair was disheveled and their faces were covered in sweat as they concentrated. The warm glow from their spell had shrunk to the size of a small fist in the center of his chest. They were losing ground to the contamination. Their chanting didn't cease, but Eragon knew it was useless. He couldn't feel his body anymore.

It must have looked a lot worse than he thought because Nasuada was crying on the outside of the ring. He wanted to tell her that it would be okay, that he wasn't in any pain, but his mouth didn't seem to work. He caught a glimpse of his arm and it was nearly all grey, as if all the warmth had been drained out, leaving only a shadow. The rest of his body must have looked the same.

He was able to shift his head slightly and look at Arya.

His stomach dropped.

She was no longer calm and collected. Her eyes were wild and her chanting was reaching a fever pitch. He felt her pouring more and more energy into her spell but he wanted her to stop. If she pushed too hard, she wouldn't be able to sustain it. She would expend too much energy and it would kill her.

Eragon could feel the contamination closing around his heart, even as it stubbornly continued to pump.

He had to tell her, one last time.

His legs suddenly gave out and the ground rushed up to greet him. The group came into view a moment later, all still chanting with hands extended. Eragon focused on Arya and urged his voice to return, just one last time.

"I…

"Don't you dare leave me," Arya said through clenched teeth. "Eragon, don't you dare."

"love…"

"Eragon!"

He had finally done it. He had cured the island. His last mission was complete. A journey that started in a small village with a blue egg and lead him through impossible worlds of discovery and wonder, now ended here. He had become a warrior and leader, he had fought armies and brought down an empire, he had raised creatures of legends and lead them home, and he had fallen in love and been loved in return.

"you…"

Eragon even managed to put his lips into a smile. It felt good. This dirt bed would work just fine as his resting place.

"No, no, no!" Arya screamed, even though it sounded muffled, like she was yelling at him far away. As his vision darkened, Eragon thought he saw giant shapes crowd around him, pushing the spellcasters out of the way. He saw a giant blue head slowly lower and touch his chest. There was an odd sensation and then everything went dark.

—

Eragon woke to Arya resting a wet cloth to his forehead. She smiled when he looked up at her.

"Welcome back," she said softly. He eyes were red and she had slight bags under them. She looked weary as if she hadn't slept in days.

Eragon tried to sit up, but as soon as he lifted his head the world spun around him. "Oh, maybe I'll just lay back down."

"How do you feel?"

"Dizzy," he told her. She readjusted the cloth on his forehead and then held his hand. He focused on the sensation of her touch, the softness of her skin. It helped to still the world around him. "What did I miss?"

"Well, you died for starters."

Eragon raised an eyebrow.

"Or at least you came about as close as possible. When you collapsed, the contamination was nearly complete. Our spell only had small area around your heart still protected. As you… said you loved me, it began closing up." Arya squeezed his hand, the memory still too fresh in her mind. "Eragon, I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm so sorry. But, how am I still here?"

At that moment, a massive shadow passed overhead. A dark dragon flew over them and out across the island. Eragon followed it with his eyes until it left his view. It was probably Voraugh.

"Because of them," Arya said gesturing upwards. "In the final moments, all of the dragons surrounded you. I don't know why or how but each touched their snouts to you and Saphira touched the spot over your heart. Then, the contamination stopped closing up and held. We watched as the dragons slowly stood back, and with each one the shadows receded. Finally, as Saphira stepped back it fully withdrew. Their magic was incredible, but you still didn't move. I thought the worst, but when I bent down, I could feel your heart beating as strong as ever.

After that, we brought you here towards this clearing and Saphira and I have been here ever since then, waiting for you to wake up. She just recently left to go hunt for food."

Eragon smiled. "And if I hadn't woken up?"

"Then I would still be right here, waiting. Or I would have punched you until you bent to my will," she said with a smirk.

Eragon brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I would do anything for you, punches notwithstanding."

She smiled at him, a genuine smile, full of love and affection.

"How long have I been out?"

"About four hours."

Eragon nodded and tilted his head to look at where he was. He was laying in the tree line of a field. The grass was soft and felt good on his skin. He could see the sun was lowering to the horizon and cast the island in a soft orange glow. He looked up and saw that he was under a large pine tree, its leaves spread out like a bunch of protective hands.

Arya leaned forward, dabbing at his forehead with the cloth. Eragon shifted and was able to raise himself to his elbows without getting too dizzy. Ayra's hair was brushed to one side of her head so that it cascaded down to him like a dark curtain. A warmth spread within Eragon as he gazed up into her eyes. She looked at him with a slight tilt of her head. He simply smiled back at her and slowly pulled her head down to his. Eragon kissed her softly but passionately. When he pulled away, her eyes stayed closed for just a second longer, as if she was still inside that moment. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he smiled and said, "Welcome home."

Arya grinned and nodded back to him.

"Alright, let's try this again," Eragon said as he sat up slowly. He was able to get to a seated position and then Arya helped him to his feet. He was a little wobbly but held onto her for stability. The field before him was large and mostly even. "I think this will be the training area," Eragon said to her. His eyes found different trails that led farther into the island or out to the shore. One trail wound its way up to a cliff that faced east. "That," Eragon said pointing to the cliff, "is where we will make our house."

"I can see it already," Arya whispered. She put her head on his shoulder and the pair stared out at the possibilities before them. Eragon allowed himself to bask in the moment. Everything he had worked for was finally a reality. All the training, all the pain, was for this moment in time. He had finally made it.

A roar cut through the air above them. Eragon and Arya looked up to see a blue and green dragon break out of the clouds and head towards them. Saphira and Firnen landed a moment later and walked over.

Little one, Saphira said as she put her head to Eragon's. Through their connection, Eragon's emotions transferred to her, and vice versa. Together they expressed joy, relief, hope, and content with each other. It was communication on a deep and personal level and helped ground Eragon.

"How is the island?" Eragon asked Saphira.

A perfect home. The others have already begun marking territories.

"And have you marked your own territory?"

I don't need to, Saphira replied.

Eragon raised an amused eyebrow. "I see. Have you seen Murtagh and the others?"

They are heading back now.

A few moments later, Murtagh and Nasuada appeared above the tree line on the back of Thorn. The red dragon gracefully landed next to the group and lowered his riders to the ground.

"Hey, look who woke up," Murtagh said as he walked over. "Was starting to think you were going to stay in a coma for the rest of your life."

"You can't get rid of me that easily," Eragon said.

"Don't I know it," Murtagh replied as he embraced Eragon.

"Eragon, that was incredibly brave what you did," Nasuada said as she walked up. "But don't ever scare me like that again," she said firmly.

"I'll do my best."

Nasuada nodded as if his statement would suffice.

"Did you guys find anything interesting?" he asked them.

"Well, the island is beautiful. Everywhere you look there are flowers or animals and they are all in different colors. It feels like a paradise," Nasuada said.

"And seeing the dragons in the air just makes it that much more unbelievable," Murtagh added.

"I'm really glad to hear that," Eragon said.

From off to his side, Eragon saw Blodgram and the other elves enter the clearing. They were all carrying baskets of fruit and nuts.

"Looks like dinner is served," Murtagh said.

At the utterance, Eragon realized just how hungry he was. When Blodgram got closer Eragon said, "Perfect timing."

"Just one of my talents" the elf replied with a smirk.

Eragon grinned and greeted the elf along with the others. When he finished he stood back and looked at the group around him. He had his partner, his love, friends, and companions. He had a family and he truly felt at home.

"So, now that the island is cured, what do we do?" Murtagh asked.

All eyes went to Eragon. He was their leader and they trusted him. In that moment, he felt not just confident, but proud. He interlocked his fingers with Arya's and looked back at everyone.

"Now, we get to work."

And there you have it. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up but it needed some last tweaks and I wanted it to be right. This is essentially the end of my story. This all started about five years ago when I began outlining an alternate ending to Inheritance just to help me cope with the end of the series. It grew into something I never expected.

Thank you to all who have stuck with me to this point. This is the end of Eragon's story in Inheritance for me. He defeated the king, resolved the Empire, fell in love, and returned to Vroengard to begin the next phase of his life. In my mind, the story continues with Eragon now the lead rider working to train the next generation and preparing for new threats to Alagaesia. However, I will not be writing that story. It's time for me to focus on my own works.

Even though this is the end, I will be posting just one more chapter. It will be a time jump into the future so we can see a glimpse at what life on the island is like. Its my version of an epilogue and I think you will enjoy it. It, however, will not be from Eragon's perspective. I'll be introducing a new character to tell the story and I think it adds a special twist.

Again, I thank everyone for sticking with me and leaving me comments as to how you enjoyed this. If it weren't for you, this story would have stopped a while back and never left my computer.

Till next time!