This is my first fanfiction, so could you give some pointers and not judge to harshly?
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This fan fiction, including the Vires and Gracilis, are completely my own idea. I, however, do not own any of Christopher Paolini’s genius creations. Any relation to any persons living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Land at Last
“Three months, that’s how long we’ve been at sea in this boat,” Thought Eragon. He could think of nothing to do except pace the deck of the white elvish boat while Saphira patrolled the skies in search of some sort of landmass where they could dock and restock on supplies. The only thing that the small group had enough of is water which the elves clean using magic, if they hadn’t spoken so fast he could’ve gotten his own water but they refused to tell him, because after all he is the first dragon rider that has ever lived for 100 years and had to learn it himself. They are probably lucky they’re still alive what with the storms that have come in almost every day, if it hadn’t been for the elves wards and shared strength of the eldunari we would all be adrift at sea.
“LAND!!” cried Saphira.
The sound echoed a few times in Eragon’s head before he could think straight enough to reply. “Where?” he asked as he looked around frantically. After Saphira didn’t respond he remembered she can see farther than he could.
“You’ll be able to see it in about an hour,” Saphira said happily as she landed on the deck.
With this good news Eragon ran down the stairs to the cabins below and spread the word to get everyone on deck. There were plenty of “whys?” and “whats?” but he just continued running around like a mad-man. After about five minutes and all the time Eragon spent waking everyone and convincing them to get up, all twenty four elves, a dragon, and a man were standing on the port-side deck looking over the ocean at the mountain range before them.
“It’s perfect” said Eragon in a dreamy voice.
“I know, that’s why I chose this spot out of the last thirty.” Saphira chuckled.
“Thirty!” exclaimed Eragon. The elves looked at him in confusion, but thankfully didn’t pursue the subject.
“Haven’t you ever wondered why there were so many storms?” Saphira said, sounding surprised.
“No, I thought you were telling the truth.” Eragon said accusingly.
“Pfft, don’t you ever learn little one?” Saphira replied, obviously unfazed by Eragon’s last comment.
“Want to go flying Saphira?” Eragon asked, changing the subject. They hadn’t flown together since they’d left Alagasia and they were dying to be alone with each other. But just before Eragon had tightened the last strap, one of the elves, Yaela, asked them a question.
“Aren’t you going to help us unload the boat?” She asked.
“No,” said Eragon, “We are going to go search for the optimum position to make our halls, and see what the native creatures are. We’ll be back before sunset.” With that Eragon and Saphira leapt off the deck with such force it made the boat tilt, soon only a small speck was seen of the dragon and her rider.
