Sorry for the wait guys I get a laptop on the 16th! So ill be able to type whenever instead of having to use my house comp. :P :D anyway here we go! :P
Eragon watched from the top of the spire as the sun slowly fell below the horizon, and as the courtyard slowly brightened with the glow of lamps and the fire from the forges. Soon after they had departed the leaders of each race discovered a letter that Eragon had left behind for them. Each letter contained and invite from him and the Elves whom traveled with him to send a hand picked few of every profession to come and stay with the new generation of riders and to help teach the riders their skills during the students free time.
Blödhgarm had affirmed Eragons reason as to have them come "it will teach them humility and no matter where they go or are they will have the skills to help anyone of any race. From the great dwarven architects, to the best elvish politicians, to the low and humble farmer, and everything in between."
He smiled as he touched Saphiras conscience gently; fealing what she felt with Fírnen within her roost, he slowly withdrew and cut the connection. As he did not want her emotions and thoughts running with his during the feast. Turning down the spiral staircase of the great spire, the clack of his hawthorn staff against the cold, grey granite, Eragon rehearsed the speech in which he had written for the occasion. It was a short one, but it would do for the time.
'Since there will only be one student mainly I can take a slower pace, but while I teach Arya and Cloyt I will have to split them up for a while until they are further into their studies.' Eragon though as he emerged from the bottom of the spire walking towards the square, 'I'll need to find a way to eventually branch their studies together…' his thoughts trailed off as the familiar scent of crushed pine needles filled his nostrils.
He said "Arya, I do hope you found everything to your liking in your quarters. If not I can have someone replace of add anything you wish ."
"No, thank you though for inquiring. I found everything to my liking. I'm assuming you helped to furnish It? I saw many things that looked as if they were made by your hand."
"Some were. The fairth of the ocean is from my trip with Brom to Teirm. I remembered you said that all elves have a fascination with the sea. maybe once your studies finish here during your stay we can visit the sea to the south. Glaedr told me that the waters of the south are the same blue as the sky."
She smiled, saying, "I think I must take you up on that offer, just us as friends."
"as friends." He affirmed with a strait face but Arya seemed to read into his eyes. If she had a question she with-held it. As the duo walked into the square the attendees quieted their gossip and looked to Eragon as for the opening speech.
Clearing his throat Eragon used magic to magnify his voice so everyone could hear what he had to say. "Friends and fellow teachers, great architects and politicians, farmers and smithies. I welcome you to our humble abode. For nigh on a century the land we call home was under the iron fist of Galbatorix, and many wondered if the dragons and riders of old would every return to free them from his oppression. But that day never. Instead from the ashes of the old order, a new and better one has risin and here I give you its first two riders! Arya of Ellesméra and Cloyt of Ília Fëon! And their dragons, whom are surly asleep from such a long journey, Fírnen and Guliä! Let us drink to their health and their studies!"
As the final note of his voice faded into oblivion, the crowed roared in return "To their health and studies!" cheering and laughter rang through out the courtyard. Musicians of every race played their finest compositions. Bards and shamans chanted of everything from love for the fall of Galbatorix. Wine and food flowed like a gushing river and the inhabitants danced. Eragon smiled and was asked by many to recite the fall of the riders to the rise of the new order. Something he had worked on since he discovered Brom was his true father. He had taken what he had herd many winters from Brom and had added his own tale to it.
"And as the mad king broke into my mind, The power of the Dragons welled inside of me. Without thinking I broke Galbatorix's mind, I made him feal and understand his crimes." Eragon said and continued to tell his tale.
As he finished a small boy no older the eight asked. "Sir, you said in the beginning that he killed all the dragons in his campaign against the old riders. How then did you obtain their power if they were dead?"
Eragon smiled and asked, "what is your name young man?"
"My name is Adiel sir, Adieal son of none. But I like with my uncle on the farm farthest to the east sir."
Eragon looked at him and thought, 'ohh how he's like me when I was his age.'
"Well Adiel, that is one secret I cannot indulge in, but come by my quarters tomorrow evening with your uncle there's something I'd like to do, and I need your help."
The boy's face brightend as he said "yes sir, we will!" Eragon watched as he dashed off in to the distant shadows of the festival and as the other children dispersed elsewere to find their parents. A gust of wind ruffled his hair as Saphira landed beside him.
'He will be the rider of my first. This I know.'
'How do you know this? Even the riders of old never knew which egg would hatch for the children.'
'Call it a mothers intuition.' Saphira said.
"Hmm, trying to find a third rider are we now?" Arya said as she sat beside Eragon on the stone carved bench which was coverd in runes from the human toung, dwarvish, ancient, and Urgal languages.
"Yes I am, I have also sent a trio of couriers to Farthen Dûrfrom there they will split, with on headed to Aberon, one to the Urgals, and the other to stay with the dwarves. Let us hope they return soon." Eragon said as he Arya and Saphira watched the sky turn pitch black and the stars burst forth from the dieing rays of dusk.
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