Eragon flittered through sleep and half-sleep. His mind wandered to the far corners of Alagaesia. Rain and hail battered his windows causing an irregular rhythm of pittering and pattering. Tap. Tap. Tap. The whiskey had dulled his senses to a point where he could not differentiate a dream from reality. He heard a plethora of sounds, from dry, autumn leaves crackling and crunching under a heavy, leather boot to padded paws trundling stealthily across a snow laden field to the sound of a wooden door opening. He turned his head to find Arya entering from the adjoining door. Her hair was let down and she was cocooned in her blanket. He stared at her as she approached. The rain was still unforgivingly impaling the windows. He blinked, and she was by his bedside. Her hair covered his face as she leaned over, brushing his cheeks. He blinked, and she was gone.
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The Rise: Eldunari
FanfictionSeven years after Galbatorix has fallen, Alagaesia is in a state of peace. Eragon, having spent almost a decade away from his home, returns bearing grave news of a new foe- The King of The North, who's armies are vast and bloodthirsty. Together, he...
