Vrael took one look at the crumbling roof, and hurried towards where Eragon and Arya were. "Everyone needs to get out of here," he said. It seemed Urubaen was falling apart at this point. Dust and bits of stone were falling down everywhere. Even as he spoke though, he remembered about the Vault of Souls.
What is ours we should go back to collect, Umaroth replied, looking down at him as he spoke.. Let Eragon and Saphira come to find us when they are ready.
"Alagaesia will be uneasy for some time after this. The sooner you re-establish order in this land the better for everyone. If you need us, you will find us on Doru Araeba, where we belong. We will be working on Vroengard to its former glory," Vrael said.
And you, Murtagh, will find that Thorn will be fine, if not a little confused, Umaroth said. He spread his wings, noticing Arya emerging from the dust with Blodgharm and the other spellcasters.
Antia also spread her wings open. She was ready to fly once more. We will come with you, she said. It is where we too belong.
"Of course." Vrael smiled at her and at Lydia. It was good to have them once more. He hoped though that he would never have to explain just how he was alive to Nasuada. Eragon likely would explain that one eventually. The humans were far too curious for their own good sometimes.
As Umaroth flew up into the sky, they saw Thorn diving down towards the wrecked throne room himself. The red dragon barely even glanced at them as he flew passed the two older dragons. Clearly he had a mind only for Murtagh at this point.
I hope that someday they will forgive us for the trick we played on them both, Vrael thought.
Yes, it would be a shame if they ended up like Morzan and his red dragon, Umaroth replied. But: only time will tell. Something they were more than pleased to let the young rider and his dragon have. When the time came, they would bring the green egg to the others, but that was when Alagaesia was much more restored than it currently was.
For quite some time, the two white dragons flew together in silence, until they reached the Spine. Umaroth sighed, as he spotted Utgard Mountain. There we supposedly died, he thought.
"We'll spend the night on Utgard Mountain," Vrael said. It had been many years since they had been to that mountain, but he knew, that this time there was no Galbatorix to come after them.
Once they had, and a campfire had been created, Vrael sighed. "Now at least Alagaesia can be rebuilt and the Riders may yet come back," he said, walking over to sit beside Lydia.
"And what part in that will you play?" she asked, smiling at him. "It is good to have you both back after all."
"Should they request our help we will grant it, but until then, we will stay out of the way," Vrael replied. "Vroengard is not looking as well as it should have been, but I am sure the four of us will be able to do something about that in the meantime."
Lydia smiled. "It will be good to have the Riders city back the way it was. The heritage of the Riders should not be abandoned, no matter what the reason given," she replied. "A new age has come to Alagaesia, and I for one hope it will be one of peace."
For now they would let the humans and other elves sort themselves out. The riders would hopefully remain separate to the other races, but that was something that perhaps would not happen. He sighed. "At least on Vroengard, we will have peace for some time to come," Vrael replied. "They will likely have to figure out tonight who will lead the humans, and we will be told when the time comes."
Umaroth chuckled. "Until then, we will simply have to wait."
The two elves ate, before deciding to get some sleep. At least now they had no need to hide their presence, but there was no doubt some would not be pleased to see them.
It was about mid-morning when Vroengard came into sight. Long has it been since we have had the chance to move about here, Vrael thought as he climbed down from Umaroth once the dragon landed. The area they had landed in was familiar, despite being overgrown by plants. It was the courtyard that the living quarters that he had once lived in were backed onto.
"How are we going to move all of this back without hurting all these plants?" Lydia mused as she looked around.
"Magic will be needed," Vrael replied. "Surely there is a spell we can use that will get the plants to withdraw without hurting them." If they thought about it for a while, surely they would come up with something. "Perhaps if we only do one area at a time, that way the magic does not come too much for us."
Several months passed before the streets of the old city were back to the way they were. Even so, some of the buildings found had not been in the best of shape and would need further work at a later stage. At least the island was looking a lot better kept at this point though.
Vrael, look! Umaroth said, looking up at the sky.
Vrael did. He blinked… he could see a blue dragon.. whom he knew had to be Saphira… but what was she doing out here?
Saphira glided down towards them, seeming to take her time, but who could blame her? From what they did know, peace had come to the mainland, and she had nothing to fear anymore. As she got closer though, he blinked again. There were two people sitting on her. One he knew was Eragon… but what was Nasuada doing with him? That was something that made not much sense.
Antia and Lydia joined him as he waited for Saphira to land.
