Well on the advice of some of my Fans I decided to put this story in the category it should have been in to begin with. So here is the first chapter of my Eragon Story. Enjoy at you leisure. Pleae R&R.

Chapter 1

'At last it is done!' were the words that flew from Eragon's mouth as Galbatorix fell with a scream at his feet. At long last it was finally over, the tyrant of Alagaesia defeated, the dragons and Riders alike avenged. Saphira had ceased her battle with Shruikan as the dark magic's that bound him were lifted. Eragon found that despite the great loathing he had felt for the monster that lay dead at his feet, he now could not help but feel pity for the creature of whose life he had willing ended. Shruikan shook his head experimentally, his mind had cleared of the fog that had been put there by Galbatorix and now that he was free what was he to do now? He had spent all of the hundred years of his life hunting down and slaying those who were meant to train him and raise him with nobility. He had committed so many crimes that he felt as if he little deserved he life he still had. He limped over to the corpse of the man who had imprisoned him, disregarding the raised sword of the rider completely.

He stopped in front of the body and looked into the blank eyes, he looked at peace but he had never been at peace in life. He mentally spoke to Eragon, 'Rider, I have no words to express my gratitude for my freedom but…' He looked away in shame trying also not to look at the beauty with which he had battled as he continued, 'I little think that I deserve to continue to live. I took many lives of other dragons and Riders. I cannot see any way to repent of my crimes.' Eragon lowered his sword slowly, looking at the black dragon with apparent concern. He had worked for so long to this moment but had never once considered what he might do if they freed Shruikan rather than killed him. He couldn't think of what to say to him but thankfully Saphira intervened, 'I know not if it will help but I don't blame you for your actions. I hope that you can see that your actions were not your own.' Eragon looked at her, slightly surprised by her voice. It wasn't at all like it had been, it was feminine, a cool, clear female voice. It was quite surprising but he found that he quite liked the new voice; had it always been there? Shruikan looked at Saphira, his eyes were wet with sorrow s he spoke in a broken voice, 'I can't let go of the death that I have caused so easily. If you or your Rider can show me one clear path to the redeeming of my honor then I will follow it.'

Eragon looked at Saphira and saw his desire to help Shruikan reflected in her eyes, but he couldn't think of anyway of helping him. Saphira looked out of the rain fogged window, thinking. She could see one way of redeeming the black dragon but she knew that Eragon would refuse flat out and she herself didn't much like the idea of having him continue the Dragon race with her. As a fact of the matter, she detested the idea, but her options were limited. As she opened her mind to ask the dragon, Eragon's voice was suddenly sharp in her mind, 'Saphira! You can't possibly ask him that!? I won't let you!' She snapped back at him with her old, dragonish voice, 'You cannot tell me what to do, Eragon! My choices are severely limited. Who would you have me take as my mate!? I can't take you, Thorn has fled with Murtagh, and Glaedr is dead.' Eragon had no answer for her; she was right on all counts. He couldn't fill the roll, this much was certain. Murtagh had vanished and Glaedr had died, the third un-hatched dragon had been sent elsewhere when Galbatorix realized that Uru'Baen was no longer safe.

She opened her mind again to ask Shruikan when a loud crash reverberated throughout the room. They all looked at the door as it bowed inward. Another crash came from the door and Saphira looked at Shruikan quickly and spoke to him quickly, 'Shruikan, you must flee. I don't know if they will let you live regardless of your freedom from Galbatorix.'
'Please don't argue!' Saphira cut in suddenly as Shruikan showed every sign of interrupting. On her last words Shruikan turned and flapped towards the ceiling. With an almighty crash he flew through the stone ceiling and off into the black clouded sky. A second crash came as the door was smashed off its hinges. Nasuada marched through the broken twin doors with a procession of soldiers, all of whom were blood stained and soaked. She looked down upon the body of Galbatorix as her soldiers cheered behind her. She looked up at Eragon with a smile on her face and said, 'I am glad that you have lived Eragon, I was afraid that you would have at least weakened him but see you have gone on and destroyed him. Very well done indeed. Just one last bit of business remains.' Eragon nodded and looked at the throne behind him before saying, 'Aye, the crowning of the next leader of Alagaesia.' Nasuada looked at the turned back of Eragon before saying, 'No that is not the last bit of business' she snapped her fingers and before Eragon knew what was happening they were surrounded by at least fifty of Nasuada's elite soldiers.

Saphira snarled as Eragon demanded, 'What is the meaning of this?!' She sneered at his lack of logic, as she so greatly possessed, 'Magic was the cause of all of this suffering and dragons were the cause of magic. Your dragon is the only one who can continue the dragon race and I'll not permit that to happen. Magic will be put to an end, starting with you.' She waved her hand at the soldiers who all pulled back on the strings of their bows. Saphira dove forward and snapped at the archers before using her tail to flip Eragon onto her back. He landed squarely onto the saddle and looked at the treacherous Nasuada. 'I will not allow your treachery to end the dragon race. If I must then I will kill you.' He focused on his magic before uttering a word of death. The wards that should have protected her failed as his magic sapped the power of the mages that guarded her. Her face showed nothing but shock as her eyes rolled upwards and she and the rest of the mages fell to the ground dead. The soldiers who saw the death of their leader looked at the Rider in shock; he had just killed the one he was sworn to protect. Eragon looked at the man who had been standing to the right of Nasuada and said, 'Jormundur, as my last act as Rider in Alagaesia, I appoint you temporary king of the land until you can find one whom you think would be better situated for the role.' Jormundur looked at Eragon weakly and asked, 'Can you not do it yourself?' Eragon shook his head and said, 'I have seen too much death and have been betrayed too many times to stay here. I shall leave Alagaesia and return to the elves where my cousin now lives.'

Jormundur nodded glumly before ordering the soldiers to stand down. Eragon spoke mentally to Saphira, 'I am sorry that I had to do that, but I had no other choice.' He heard her sigh before she answered, 'I don't blame you, your way was better than mine, that's for sure.' Jormundur cleared his throat and spoke to the Rider, 'I swear to you, I had no idea of Nasuada's plans.' Eragon shook his head, dismissing the reason and said, 'I need not your reasons, all that matters is that her treachery is over before it could fully begin. I only hope that you'll lead these people on a path of peace rather than the path that she had planned. The deaths would only have grown.' Jormundur nodded and gave out his first instructions as king as Eragon spoke to Saphira, 'Come on. Let's leave this place.' She growled in agreement and rose into the air, straight through the hole that she herself had made minutes before. The rain was thick and heavy as she flew slowly northeast. She was exhausted and she knew Eragon was likewise equal in weariness. Soon the rains would become too heavy for flight and she must put down soon or risk killing both herself and Eragon. She scanned the carnage filled plains below her for any sign of a place to land for rest but she soon saw that landing in the havoc torn lands would be equally as dangerous as staying aloft.

The twisted metal, splintered wood, charcoaled bodies of soldiers were everywhere she looked, the superheated armor of soldier's still pouring steam into the air as the rain attempted to still the flames of her dragon fire. A fork of lightning illuminated the sky, soon followed by a clap of thunder. Eragon felt the next lightning strike building near him and Saphira. He turned his head sharply to look, wondering how they were going to avoid it in the tired state that they were in. What he saw surprised him out of his sleep deprived lethargy. What appeared to be a pure white dragon of immense size flew beside them, its eyes where silver green and fixed directly on Eragon. He cried out to Saphira, 'Saphira on our Right, look quickly!' His cry alarmed her and she rolled over to avoid an unseen foe. As soon as she righted herself, she quickly scanned the horizon but saw nothing. 'Eragon! What did you see, where did it go?!' Eragon looked down at her in surprise, the dragon was looking directly at himself and Saphira but unless she was lying and it would be nearly impossible for her to do so; she could not see the Dragon. Saphira swayed her long neck, her eyes scanning for any sign of the attacker but she saw nothing.

Eragon looked at the dragon and tried to contact it mentally. The dragon's eyes hardened as it felt the Rider's mind touch his own; but he reasoned that the rider had not known of him and therefore would not know of such disrespect. Eragon gently felt the dragons mind and soon a voice thundered through his mind, 'Rider! Your ignorance alone is all that stops me from breaking your mind. I will forgive you this once.' Eragon yelped and clutched his head as the reprimand echoed in his head. Saphira felt his pain and craned her head to look at him in concern. She tried to contact him but her thoughts were blocked by something unknown. The white dragon looked at Eragon, (who by now had judged that the dragon was male) wondering if it were the best alternative. The dragon spoke again to Eragon, in a much calmer voice that was bearable to Eragon, 'Rider, your love worries for you so I shall make this brief.' He paused here as Eragon looked at the dragon confused but he knew enough not to interrupt; this dragon was obviously of enormous importance. Only one thing he had said bothered him, his love?

The dragon spoke again to Eragon, 'It is not important that you know who I am right now. What is important is the role that you must play.' He paused again as if inviting Eragon to ask a question. Eragon looked at the Dragon and said nothing; even if he was allowed to speak for the moment he wouldn't dare chance it. The Dragon looked at Eragon as if he was judging the rider and continued, 'You still have a roll to play Eragon Shadeslayer. The time of your death is not now. Though the war is now over the struggle has only just begun. Many things hang in the balance of your decisions Rider Eragon, and all of them revolve around the role you play and the one you have yet to choose for yourself.'
The Dragon paused and looked up. It was only now that Eragon realized that the heavy rain fall had paused in time itself. Each rain drop hung suspended improbably in midair before him. 'Remember my words Rider,' spoke the dragon, drawing Eragon's attention back to the dragon. He opened his mouth as a question burned in him. Before he had even formed the words to ask it the Dragon pulled his wings back and with a mighty roar the shook Eragon to the marrow, he flapped his wings once in one powerful movement.

The moment he had done so the rain continued to pound down and the Dragon vanished. Before he could do any thing else, an incredibly powerful gust of wind slammed against Saphira. She hurtled backwards, her wings flailing pathetically in the gale. A split second later a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, in the exact spot that she and Eragon had been mere seconds before. Eragon was stunned, that dragon had just done several things that were impossible all in the space of a few seconds. He had saved both Saphira and himself from being killed by a lightning strike, halted time itself, and vanished into thin air to who knows where. After a few moments Saphira righted herself and shouted mentally to Eragon, 'Eragon! Answer me, please!!' Eragon cringed at the shout, his head still pounding from the white dragons roar. He answered as quickly as he could while his head swam in pain, 'Saphira, I am fine.' She twisted her head around to glare at him with one piercing blue eye and shouted back, 'Why didn't you answer me when I tried to talk to you?!'

He looked at her surprised; she had not seen the massive dragon that had just been in front of them, he had gathered as much, but surely she must have heard him through their link. He asked her if she had seen or heard the dragon but he felt nothing but confusion emanating from her. She asked him in a confused tone, 'Eragon, what are you talking about? I saw no other dragon in front of us.' She swerved her head around, scanning the sky for any sign of another dragon. Eragon looked at her back and sighed, 'Saphira, for the moment we should land and rest. I'll explain what happened after we get some sleep.' She let out a huffy snort and flew towards a forest that they had been blown towards by the same gust of wind. They were both hoping for a long rest.

Saphira landed with a soft thud in onto the cold, hard forest floor. Eragon stood on the saddle and stretched, his tired muscles screaming in protest as he stretched them, then turned to slid down off the saddle. As he slid his foot caught in something. Saphira let out an ear splitting screeching roar of agony. Eragon jumped up from the ground quickly and as his eyes fell on Saphira his heart lurched. Her hide was covered in gauges, from minor to severe; her blood was trickling to the forest floor. Disregarding his own wounds and lack of energy, he ran forward and screamed, 'Waise heill!' He felt his energy draining rapidly, causing his muscles to tense and his vision to blur. 'No… I must hold on.' he thought to himself as he swayed from the effort. He spread his mind out and touched the life of the forest and said in the Ancient language, 'Creature's of the forest, forgive what I must do.' With that he drained the required energy from the forest around him. Fighting urge to vomit as he felt everything around him die as their life energy flowed into his spell.

Saphira's wounds knitted close and her bleeding stop, her yells of pain died down and were silenced. He felt his life draining through his magic, his will was fading and he could no longer control his spell, all of her little wounds were healing under his magic. A large tail collided with him and knocked him flat, breaking Eragon's link to magic and sparing his life. 'Little one, you shouldn't have done that. I would have been alright.' Saphira crawled over to Eragon in an exhausted way and laid herself down next to him. He looked into her warm blue eyes and said, 'Damn your dragon pride. Just tell me when your wounds are severe and I'll do everything I can to help you.' She snorted in amusement; her rider was stubborn, perhaps as stubborn as she was at times. But she always knew that he could unbend his pride for her and others. 'Saphira?' Eragon whispered quietly to her mind, his tired mind beginning to shut down. 'Yes little one?' Saphira inquired. 'Saphira, do you love me?'

She looked at him, shocked. Surely through all that they had been through together, Eragon must by now know that she loved him. 'Of course I do, why would you ask that?' Eragon crawled to her side and curled up close against her, her warmth comforting to his sore muscles. 'Because I love you too, there is no other that I can imagine spending my life with Saphira, not since that night.' She looked at him, pondering the meaning of his words. She knew that he loved her, that much had always been clear, but what he was saying didn't sound like that. 'Eragon, what are you getting at? I don't quite understand what you mean.' He looked at her and said in a clear voice, 'Saphira, you are one of the few that I consider family, but the feeling is different and it has been different for som time now.' His vision slowly faded as sleep began to fall on him like fog on a mountain. As his head dropped to his chest and his link to Saphira was severed, he mentally caressed her spirit with his feelings. It wasn't an odd thing for her, but some how she felt it differently than it had done. She couldn't explain why that was, but for some reason she felt contented b the simple gesture of affection. They had been through so such that it seemed only natural to her that the thing that had grown accustomed to should mean more to her. Nevertheless the touch caused her looked away in shame. She knew of the sacrifice that he would make for her but he couldn't follow that path and neither could she. It just wasn't possible for her to live with the decision, but his love for her was true and she felt it even now as he slept.

She laid her head down next to Eragon, as close as she could without suffocating him and thought about something reckless but potentially enlightening. She reached out gently with her mind and felt his, she felt his consciousness, wrapped comfortably in sleep and peace. Gently she pushed past his subconscious defenses and allowed his dream to enter her mind.
She saw the sea, gently rushing against the shore in the light of the setting sun. The fields of grass that lay behind her were gently rolling in the lazy afternoon breeze. Saphira notice the feel of a presence in the dream and the eyes of Eragon, of whose view she was sharing, shifted to look at something hidden in the shadows. It was only now that she realized that Eragon stood easily four times taller than he was now. This troubled her because she could not think why that would be. She heard the rustling of the bushes and returned her attention to the trees. She saw to Sapphire blue eyes appear in the darkness of the bushes. They rustled again, and then came the sound of snapping twigs, Eragon laughed softly and crouched down. A sudden flash of color and then…

'Ow!' Exclaimed Saphira mentally as she pulled away from Eragon's dream. She looked down and saw that she had shifted position onto Eragon's sword. It hadn't cut her but it did sting seeing as it had wedged itself between her scales. She moved again and the sword fell away from her gut. Laying her head back down she thought about what she had seen. Eragon's height in the dream, that was certainly unusual, perhaps he had been standing on an outcrop of rock; that would explain why he was so high up. Those sapphire eyes, were they hers? Surely they must have been but before she had pulled away she had seen something that would contradict that idea. The flash of color was silver, not blue. Perhaps it was the effect of the Setting sun in the background. She sighed in an exhausted way, 'I need sleep, maybe I'll ask him tomorrow morning She'd ask him about the dream.' She looked back down at Eragon and gave his sleeping figure a warm, dragon smile.

She gently licked his face before settling her head down again. She thought about the flash of silver for a few more minutes before her tired body rushed to welcome a dreamless sleep. As the pounding rain continued to fall all around them, an elf stepped out from behind a tree soundlessly. His appearance was radically different from that of any other elf. His skin was a pale white, his eyes were narrow and the pupils were cat like and gold. His hair was bright silver that hung down past his waist, and his mouth was split in a broad smile that revealed two fang like teeth. His appearance would frighten but he was handsome and gave off a feel of power that didn't alarm. He chuckled softly and spoke to himself,
'Oh young dragoness, you cannot yet see the future in front of you, no one could but know this, I will be watching and time will deliver what you most want.' His eyes shifted to Eragon as he continued, 'One way or another.' He turned and looked up the rain filled clouds before he finished, 'You two carry a bond that no other in history has ever had, so soft and powerful that anyone who shares your mind is humbled. Do not deny it, let it grow and develop. Maybe one day you will see as my eyes can.'

On that enigmatic note he vanished in the sound of thunder strike, with a flash of white hair.

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