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Thank you for your returns of the first chapter of the story! The reviews were much appreciated

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Without further ado, here come the second chapter of the story!

Emotions started to build inside his chest. At that moment, Eragon felt more alive than he had been during the past months and he could feel Valdr's curiosity. The old dragon was listening to their conversation but was now back behind Eragon's barriers.

"I can see some land! There's a wall in the distance!" she added, her excitement evident through their link.

Immediately after hearing this, Eragon jumped from his bed and made his way towards the upper deck. The commotion had attracted the attention of the other elves who were quick to leave their own cabin and see the origin of this fuss. The Eldunaris were prompt to invade his and Saphira's mind to see from their eyes, not that they really minded this invasion of their privacy at the moment.

With his enhanced speed, he was able to be there in a record time and quickly focused on Saphira's vision.

Soon, they all stopped dead in tracks, for nothing could have prepared them for what they saw. A huge wall. No, huge wasn't the word. They saw a gigantic wall. The tallest wall they had even seen -and with that, Eragon counted the Eldunaris who were as surprised as they were. Eragon hadn't needed to focus on Saphira's mind given how tall it was.

The wall seemed to be made of ice and surely was human made for its shape seemed very regular. This strange wall wasn't as tall as the Beor's mountains but Eragon doubted he would find something that high soon very soon. However, the biggest surprise came when Eragon extended his mind in the direction of the wall for the wall was magic! The magic he felt wasn't here to protect the wall or to keep it from melting. No, Eragon was able to feel the wall itself. At that moment, if Eragon had had to take a guess, he would have said that the word for ice in Ancient Language, svell, would be apt to describe the structure, just like brisingr could be used to describe his own sword. But the magic required to build something like this was mind-boggling!

Saphira was also very curious about this infrastructure. She was making slow circles above the ship but her face was turned in the direction of the wall. She wanted to fly and land on the solid earth, feel solid ground under her gigantic legs but she knew they had to be cautious, even more with the strange readings they had from the Wall. She had always been attracted to gigantic spaces and structures, like the Beor Mountains, the forest of Du Weldenvaden, Tronjheim and the Hadarac desert being a few examples. Eragon suspected this was something common to dragons, given their nature to always grow and being the apex predator.

"Why would they build something so big? And who could build it? Humans would never be able to cross something twice as small and even dwarfs would struggle to build something that gigantic, let alone maintain it in this cold weather. Ilirea's walls must be three times smaller even though Galbatorix spent years reinforcing them. What's going on in this world?" thought Saphira, sharing her thoughts to Eragon and some Eldunaris including Umaroth and Glaedr who had joined them.

"This is something for sure but remember to remain cautious Saphira Bjartskular. Strange and esoteric structures have been spotted from time to time in Alagaësia, as you must have learnt during your training with Oromis-elda" answered Umaroth. "To answer your question, I believe magic been involved during the creation of that wall. Your rider has felt parts of it. From now on, I would advise the utmost care. We don't know if magicians maintain it and their strength. Now isn't the time to make hasty assumptions. Were you seen while you flew?"

"I don't think so. The wall is still far and I wasn't flying very high" answered Saphira while carefully landing of the wooden deck of the ship.

"Good. Eragon, you should start by hiding the boat. We will provide you the energy required, don't worry about it." continued Umaroth. "We will stay hidden until the night has fallen. The moon shouldn't be a problem and we will have a plan by then."

Eragon agreed and started muttering the long spell to make them invisible. Soon, twenty other voices could be heard, to complete the spell and hide the boat and its occupants. The spell was consuming but Eragon was ready for it and started to dig into the Eldunaris' reserves. Soon, the boat had completely faded away, just like Eragon, Saphira and the twenty other elves who had followed him. He was starting to feel the spell tapping into his energy. With the help of the Eldunaris, he would be able to keep the enchantment until the night felt.

It was quite an experience for the several occupants of the boat. They were completely invisible and so was the boat, which still kept going forward. Eragon was able to see the waves crashing against the invisible boat. It was quite a sight, to see these powerful rolls of water hit an invisible wall and to feel the tremors generated. They could see the little pearls of water stopping mid-air and falling down.

After two months, he had adapted and had almost forgotten about this slow and back and forth. But it seemed that this experience had brought his already enhanced sights back to life after a long slumber. Saphira was having a hard time adapting. She was a creature of the air and had relied her whole life on her surroundings. She was now unable to distinguish the boundary between her body and the air or the separation between the air and the ship. While she had already experienced the first case, she had never tried to land on an invisible and moving object. So, she grudgingly accepted to stay on the deck and was spending her time by talking with Glaedr and another dragon. They were sharing hunt memories if Eragon understood correctly the feelings he was receiving from his dragon.

Meanwhile, Eragon and Umaroth were talking about the next course of action. Saphira wouldn't be able to transport them all on her back at the same time. There was also the question of the boat. They didn't want to leave it unsupervised because of the eggs. They hadn't expected to reach a civilised place, let alone be faced with the tallest magical structure they had ever seen. Finally, after a few hours spent discussing and with the occasional input of Saphira, Blödhgarm or Glaedr, they had settled on a plan.

A new form of energy has ignited inside of Eragon. For the first time in weeks, he felt alive. Motivated. The sight of this wall had awoken something inside of him. He wasn't back to his former self, that much was true, but he had a task, a task he could see and that should offer some occupation for his mind.

After they were done, Eragon went close to Saphira. While they couldn't see each other, they were still able to touch and touch each other her. They always felt better when they were close.

He could feel Saphira softly purring at his side. They started talking, sharing their thoughts about the coming days, their plan, their hope. For once, Eragon just felt happiness. For once, no thoughts of Arya came to darken his thoughts. And while they were anxious about the future, about this strange and unknown place they had discovered, they were confident in their abilities.

Soon, the sun had fallen and the moon had risen. It was a half moon, which offered them enough visibility while being able to stay somewhat hidden. The moon reflected on the water and the ice, gave an ethereal feeling to the whole place. There was barely any cloud to hide the stars. Eragon noticed how different The wall, which was now closer was dominated them, a force to be reckoned with. They had pushed their minds to find how long it was, to no avail. It seemed the wall was at least a few leagues long.

Finally, Eragon stopped the spell to maintain the invisibility and suddenly felt the drain of his energy coming to an end. Since the inclusion of the dwarfs and the Urgals in the Pact of the Riders, this was without a doubt the most consuming spell he had performed. The boat surged to life, along with the different occupants who stopped their own spell at the same time. In a whisper, the Talita had appeared out of nowhere, like a ghostly apparition.

Eragon, Blödhgarm and three other elves were currently mounting Saphira. They had just finished putting Saphira's and their own armours on. They didn't know anything about the state of warfare here and didn't want to be surprised. So far, they hadn't seen any heavy war machines or siege machines on the wall and they didn't plan on fighting tonight but as Umaroth had wisely pointed out, "better be safe than sorry". That's why the Eldunaris and the eggs had been split between those leaving for the wall on Saphira's back and those staying on board. This way, if anything went wrong, the other group would have enough resources to retreat and to protect the eggs.

Eragon made sure that everything was in order and that they had taken everything they needed. His bow was on his back and his sword, Brisingr, hang at his side. His mental walls were in place. The saddlebags containing some food were firmly in place, attached on Saphira. However, the Eldunaris and the eggs were still in the dimensional pocked and wouldn't be revealed for the time being. They were taken in case something happened to the boat in their absence.

And suddenly, they were off. Saphira had taken her flight and was now a few meters above the ship. Soon, the elves and Eragon started muttering in Ancient Language to be hidden. Even with the night, they would take no risks and the energy required to maintain their invisibility was minimal compared to what they did during the day. They would stay hidden like this and fly high above the wall. They needed to have a general overview of their surroundings. They didn't plan on staying invisible for a long time.

Quickly, Saphira started to rise high in the sky. The cold was biting their skins and Eragon was able to get a first glimpse of the surroundings. Snow, snow everywhere. The whole place seemed to be covered by snow. This world seemed to be made of cold, snow and ice and trapped in an eternal slumber.

But Eragon was familiar with such places. After all, he was the only human who had dared to go hunting in The Spine, to collect food for his family. The forest he was now seeing felt dark, eerie, full of mysteries and shared some similarities with The Spine but was the complete opposite of Du Weldenvaden. The forest didn't seem to extend to the other side of the Wall though. As far as they could see, the other side seemed deserted. A wide and lonely plain, covered by snow. There was no castle, no cities, no farms. Just this wall which seemed to go on forever, trees and of course snow. The world seemed asleep.

Eragon started to question the biting cold. If he had counted correctly, it should be summer at the moment. And while he had already seen snow in summer, it was never near the sea. The only times, it had been high in the mountains, in the Beor or The Spine. And yet, the grounds seemed to be covered by a very thick layer of snow. Eragon was worried this land might be completely unsuitable for dragons. Saphira had already complained about the cold about how difficult it was to keep her scales shiny and well-polished. But would she and the other dragons be able to find enough wildlife to eat?

Moreover, no matter how hard they scanned the surroundings, the only humans they were able to find were the ones close to the wall. Even the Eldunaris, who had spent decades scanning Alagaësia , couldn't find more in a wide radius. Following their plan, and estimating that the situation was safe, they stopped the spell keeping them invisible and Gaerdin started waving a wide white cloth. Saphira was flying high and they were waiting to be seen.

They had pondered on the best action to take after deeming the situation safe. Eragon had wanted to fly in directly and to speak with the locals. However, Umaroth and the others dissuaded him from doing it. Indeed, it seemed very unlikely that these people had ever seen a dragon and the old dragons had more experience dealing with frightened populations. The best way to scare them and to frighten them was to come in uninvited and armed. If they wanted to settle in, they would have to earn the trust of the locals. Moreover, the men of the wall would be more open to discuss if Eragon and his friends were invited and not intruders. They wanted to give them a slight position of power by being invited and not barging in.

Eragon had listened and had to agree to the elders' words, which is why they had settled on this white cloth and visible approach.

"I hope everything goes well Saphira. How do you think they will react to us? "asked Eragon;

"I don't know, you always worry too much little one. You've heard Umaroth and the others, we simply have to wait for them to welcome us" answered Saphira.

"When will they open? And what happens if they react negatively and ask us to leave their lands? What if …"

"Stop Eragon, you're babbling!" interrupted Saphira, "I swear you're more worried than before meeting Oromis and that was something else! Now, you stopped the spell only minutes ago and the night is quite dark, even with the moon. I guess they'll need a few more minutes to spot us. And should they decide to attack us, then I guess I'll have a quick snack, it's been a while since I ate some fresh and tasty meat" added Saphira drily.

Eragon pondered her words and felt his worries disappear under her calming presence.

"Thank you Saphira"

"You're welcome little one"

And they were back to a comforting silence, where the only sound was made by Saphira's powerful wings and the slow back and forth of the cloth. Snow had started to fall in large flakes but the winds were calm.

But suddenly, a loud horn blast broke the silence. The elves and Eragon winced in pain from the loud noise. And very quickly, they also started to hear the commotion their apparition had apparently created. It came from the wall. Men shouting and running mostly but they couldn't hear what was being said. Eragon felt Saphira's pride and shook his head amused. He knew that she wanted nothing more than to spit some fire and to show off more. But she knew the plan and kept herself from making them scatter in fear.

Slowly, Saphira started her slow descent. They didn't want to offer them a reason to be mistrusted. So far, it seemed that this wall held a defensive position and was supposed to protect people from what inhabited the forest, but what? And yet, the forest looked mostly inhabited. Perhaps the danger lurked further but where? There was nothing but mountains, forests and plains in the very far distance. They would have to discover this later.

Finally, Saphira reached the wall and softly landed on the frozen structure. It was even wider than what they had previously imagined. Two people could walk side by side and still have some room left.

People were nervous, looking left and right but no one wanted to approach Saphira. They started muttering among themselves. Eragon caught a few words but didn't know what to make of them "Targaryen", "Daenerys" or "White walkers" being a few of them;

Eragon was also very nervous, but he knew that if he didn't start, people would worry. He knew they were waving a white cloth but that didn't hide their armor and weapons.

"My name is Eragon, I'm a Rider from Alagaësia. This is my dragon Saphira and four companions. Eka ai fricai un Shur'tugal." He then added. "We travelled a long way before getting here."

An awkward silence followed his declaration and Eragon was started to grow more and more worried with each passing second.

Suddenly, they heard a loud voice booming from behind them.

"Who's the fucker who blew that damned horn in the middle of the night. And what are those stories of a dragon. I swear, if you rose me up for nothing, there will be ... "

But Eragon and the others would never learn the consequences for the poor soul who had dared to blow the horn for the man -who seemed to be in charge- had finally caught sight of Saphira and had stopped dead in track. "I'll be damned" they heard him muttering.

Eragon repeated his previous greetings, now that he had the confirmation that these people spoke the same language though he still didn't know about the Ancient Language.

Finally, the leader got his spirits back.

"My name is Cotter Pyke, commander of the Eastwatch garrison. Can't say I've heard of Alagesi or whatever it is. Welcome to the Wall"

This is the end of the chapter! I hope you've enjoyed it! As always, reviews are welcome!

Thank you all and stay safe!