After Inheritance: The Unwritten Sequel

A School for Riders

“Hello Blödhgarm and Erisidar, how are you both today?” Eragon asked the fur-pelted elf on his flaming tangerine-colored dragon as Saphira landed on the island which contained the dining hall. 

“Greetings Shadeslayer, greetings Brightscales. I am well,” Blödhgarm said to them both, accompanied by the traditional two-fingered greeting and a flash of his pointed, blindingly white teeth.

Greetings Eragon and Saphira, I am feeling fine as well, Erisidar’s deep voice echoed through both of their heads as he nodded to each of them in turn.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, I do hope that we can eat together. That is, if Saphira and I aren’t too late to eat.

“I wish that we were able to dine with you-”

However we need to go out to Gëi Island-

“In order to check on the progress of the-”

Eldunarí and eggs and to determine if it-

“Is time to hatch more wild dragons or which-“

Riders’ eggs to send out in the spring that have-

“The best chance of hatching to someone,” Blödhgarm finally finished. “But I do think that we may be able to meet up in the near future.”

“We would like that. Well, not to hold you from your business any longer,” Eragon told him and with a whoosh of air, Erisidar swung his mighty wings downward and propelled both him and his Rider up into the air and towards Gëi Island.

Well Saphira, why don’t we head inside to eat.

What do you think I’ve been trying to get you to do for the past few hours?

I'll take that as a yes, Eragon said to Saphira with a smile as he leapt from her back and strode through the doors into the massive dining hall. On the outside, the hall was constructed of a blue-hued stone brick that, courtesy of the dwarves, had been ferried out to the location once the land had been chosen. This stone was accented every now and then by protruding ribbons of white granite, also dwarven made. It had various circular and rectangular shaped windows. The extremely large, arching doors were tall enough and wide enough, it seemed, to fit a fully grown dragon, wings folded of course, right through them. The interior was even more magnificent because, though simple, the inside of the dining hall was just massive. Comparable to even Farthen Dûr, the hall had a multitude of lengthy tables and benches lining the right side of it, for the Riders to dine at, as well as larger spaces to the left for the dragons which also had indentions in the floor which served as areas for the containment of the water for the dragons. Though, there was not a great need for food for the dragons as they would go out and hunt on their own usually once their Rider was settled into his or her seat. Seated at these tables were various different teachers along with their pupils, as it was custom for a teacher to eat with his or her students. Thus, Eragon began to scan the room for his two trainees Üther and Ílithia. Craning his head around Saphira’s bulky form, he saw both of their students, along with their dragons, sitting somewhat far back. Running he made it to them in a flash and said, “ Sorry for the delay, Saphira and I had some business matters to attend to before eating. But before we go any further, Reina, what is the best advice for a duel with swords?”

To bend and sway like a reed Ebrithil, Reina communicated to him.

And you Ílithia, what is the best way to avoid a dragon performing the complex backward spiral maneuver?

By propelling backwards and diving downwards in a spiral as well Ebrithil, Ílithia answered with confidence.

“Very good job both of you, it is important that you share all of your learnings with your dragon and vice versa. For there are many times when your partner may spot something or foresee something that you yourself have missed by utilizing your shared knowledge,” Eragon told both pairs of Riders.