That night, there was a feast that could easily be counted among the greatest that ever was or ever would be. Food of all sorts, from every part in Alagaesia. Music of all sorts, lyre and flute songs from the elves, to drums and epic poems recited by the dwarves. All of the dragons were let into the throne room, and each one was able to eat a massive amount of deer and wild boar. Many people of all ages complimented their beauty and strength. Grimm and Virtue were even able to combine their flames, into a brilliant mix of dark smoke and bright white light.
The next morning we all said our goodbyes, but no doubt I would be seeing everyone soon. There weren't as much tears as expected, rather, a happy sort of joy hung about us as we realized...we had grown. We were no longer children, but we were Dragon Riders, and now it was time for the next generation. No doubt we would still have our fair share of adventure, but it was time for new friends to join us in our misson. One word. Peace.
Arya and Firnen headed north, to wait among the ancient forests for the next rider. Murtagh, Alice and Luna began to go south, taking their egg to Surda and the dwarves. Dru, Luke and Mikael remained in Ilirea, where they would hold the egg in case the next rider was among its people.
And us? Well..after the feast myself, Marumen and Eragon began to fly towards Vroengard. Our home.
It's taken nearly a year to write down everything that has transpired, i'll have to borrow some more quills from Eragon, or make some when I get the chance.
Until the next adventure,
~Iara, Dragon Rider
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Curse of the Phoenix
Fanfiction{Iara's Lifetime Book 1} Siblings scattered across continents....things hidden in the world and in the mind, things better left that way. When the first rider in two decades appears, lost, hungry, and alone except for her dragon, it is only the begi...
