Eragon - Until We Meet Again (On Hold)

Chapter 2 - News

I'd like to say that I finished the series over two-three years ago, but I still have the books. If I get something wrong, forgive me, but I will try to check up the facts before writing anything too advanced - like the exact details of the battle of Dras-Leona, or something like that.

The storyline belongs to me, however the beginning(Eragon training the new Riders) is built on what Paolini insinuated would happen. I also own most of the characters - other than Eragon and Saphira (everyone mentioned in the books).

Enjoy!

Chapter two - News

Eragon awoke the next day to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He got up quickly and, avoiding awaking Saphira, walked over to the door.

He was met with the sight of his good friend, Forticious. The Urgal clasped his arm in a rough manner.

"Ho, Eragon!" He exclaimed in his rough voice. Eragon smiled and followed his friend's form of greeting.

"Greetings, Forticious." He said.

"I have news. Queen Nasuada would like to speak to you," the horned Rider informed his friend.

Eragon wasn't too surprised to hear this; he hadn't heard from the Queen of Alagaesia for several months, and knew she would get in touch soon. And so he followed his large friend to one of the many bathrooms, where he found himself in front of a large mirror.

After casting a series of spells, Nasuada's face appeared on the surface of the mirror. Even though over a decade had passed since she had been crowned queen, she still looked beautiful.

"Eragon," She greeted him. He bowed.

"It is good to see you, Queen Nasusada." He smiled.

"You should know by now you don't have to name me by my title." She laughed. He joined in and rose.

"I heard that you wanted to speak to me. Is everyone alright?"

Nasuada's smile disappeared. "We're okay; your neice is doing well. Fourteen years old she'll be this summer. But I'm not here to discuss that. News of a dangerous force has reached us, and I don't want to take any risks." She said.

"And you want me to come back to Alagaesia to help." It was not a question; rather, a statement.

She nodded. "I need you to come, along with your best warriors. Please, Eragon. We cannot let evil befall our world again." She pleaded, and the longing in her eyes made up Eragon's mind for him.

He nodded slowly. "How many do you recommend?"

"Considering they are Riders, and are under your care and training, I would imagine around ten to be enough."

"I will begin to prepare right away. Be expecting us over the course of this month." He smiled.

"Thank you, Eragon. I look forward to seeing you." She smiled back.

"Atra du evarínya ono varda. May the stars watch over you." He bowed respectfully.

"And may the sun be always at your back." She said, using Saphira's favourite well-wish.

Eragon ended the spell and the mirror returned to being a mirror once again. The powerful Rider then left the room and was greeted once again by Forticious.

"Is everything well, Master?" He asked, clearly rather concerned.

"In a way. Go and prepare to leave; we are going to Alagaesia." He said. The Urgal looked confused, however he did not argue, and so went on his way. Eragon began the search for his best warriors.

A matter of hours later, standing before the two most well-known warriors are an array of Riders and Dragons. Eragon had chosen four during the short period of time - excluding Forticious, whom he had already chosen - and Saphira had chosen the other five. The Riders were a mix of all races; some human, some elf, some dwarf and some Urgal.

It was good of you to allow them all to become Riders, Saphira commented. Eragon looked at her and smiled.

No, it was good of us. He countered. Her eyes sparkled in acknowledgement. 

"Master," a voice came from Eragon's side. He turned to see one of the new Riders panting beside him.

"Yes?"

"I have a message. From your brother." He announced. Eragon frowned. That could either mean Murtagh, Orik or Roran... however, if his memory didn't fail him, neither - save Murtagh - could read or write. The young boy handed him a crumpled piece of paper and ran back towards the forest - where he had come from. Eragon opened the folded note.

Eragon,

I hear you are coming back to Alagaesia to help with this new uprising. I must warn you, it will not be easy. It is coming from the South - we suspected it to be King Orrin of Surda, however we contacted him and he has claimed to be keeping peace - for the time being, at least.

This new enemy has everyone in uproar. I cannot tell you how we know about it... we just do. And I fear it may hold more power than Galbatorix did himself.

I look forward to seeing you. Katrina sends her love and Ismira is looking forward to meeting you(for she, obviously, cannot remember meeting you as a babe).

Regards,

Roran.

Eragon re-folded the note and held it in his hands. He wondered if his brother - or, realistically, his cousin - had actually learned to write during the time he had been away. He pushed the thought from his mind, claiming it to be unimportant, and continued with the task at hand.

He looked over his warriors. Starting from the left were the two young humans - Lucerna and Byrrus, standing alongside their dragons. Although they lacked fighting power, he could not trust them to stay on the island without him. They also had good connections with their dragons - who were a light shade of pink and a strong shade of grey - and could ride well. Beside them stood Forticious with his dark-green dragon; then Driues (the fiery-tempered dwarf), who appeared to be having a conversation with his red dragon; Alina - a rather talented elf with a purple-scaled dragon; Sunie - a cheerful yet strong elf  with her yellow dragon; Tarin (of whom Eragon was weary of taking, for he was just a year older than his neice, and had a reputation of being a bit of a troublemaker), who was human and had a dark blue dragon. Eragon knew he had no choice in the matter when it came to the decision of bringing this particular Rider; the young boy had a remarkable talent of knife-throwing. He knew that would come in useful. Alongside the rather smug-looking boy was Vrinchi, a dwarf, who was  another good friend of Eragon's, with a mint-green dragon; then Pulnir with his almost-black dragon, matching his dark personality that came typically with any Kull; and, finally, Loriena, a female Urgal with - strangely - a lilac dragon. He had also called for Presylana, however she was not to join them.

"I have called you here because I earlier recieved a message from Queen Nasuada," Eragon started bluntly. This was not, he decided, the time for passing pleasantries. "She needs our help. The people of Alagaesia fear a new uprising coming from the south. She asked me to come over and bring ten Riders and dragons with me. So I chose you. I imagine we will be staying in Uru'baen - or, I should say, Ilirea - with the Queen herself. I warn you, this will be dangerous. I am sure of it. If anyone does not wish to join us, speak now, for there will be no going back once we are there." No one stepped up. "Good. Presylana, I expect you will look after the island and the Riders remaining?"

"Yes, Master. Happily." The old woman smiled. Eragon nodded.

"Then it is set. We leave tonight."