After Inheritance: The Unwritten Sequel

A School for Riders

You know, that may be one of the wisest things you have said little one, Saphira relayed to him. It must be one of the effects of you finally growing older and more mature. 

Why thank you Saphira, I try, Eragon said back to her.

Reina, Rubin, it is time for us to go out to hunt, and to leave our Riders to eat their plants, Saphira said to all of them with a smirk. Let us be off, she communicated with a huff of smoke, and began to walk towards the door. 

Yes Ebrithil, both the dragons replied before following Saphira outside and taking off towards their normal hunting grounds.

“Now that our dragons have taken off to go and eat, let us do the same,” Eragon replied to the two trainees in front of him, “Come now, and let us sit down.” Both of the Riders came to where Eragon was at one of the heavy, oaken tables and sat down on the benches opposite him, so that they could face him as they ate. “So I assume that both of you are aware of the fact that within two months time, you will be completing your training and leaving here for Ellesméra to receive your assignments. It is also at this time that you will be receiving your remade Rider’s swords and that special little something that I hinted at a while back,” the corners of Eragon’s mouth tugged upwards into a smile. “But I assume that you would like to eat now, am I correct?” Both trainees eagerly nodded, and so Eragon called over a nearby elf to ask for some greens and fruits for all three of them. While they were dining, Eragon felt his mind wander, and it ended up going bak to the conversation that he and Arya had had earlier that day. He found himself reflecting upon her perfect features, and her wonderful but rare smile. 

Eragon was awoken from his daze when he heard Ílithia’s voice, “Excuse me, but master what do you will us to do once we have finished supper?”

Quickly coming back to the real world Eragon responded, “I expect both of you to attend the third level Rigmar class that is being held upon Paëx Island before returning to your apartments to study and rest. Tomorrow you will be tested upon your knowledge of the Ancient Language, this will be the last test that you have before your final assessment so I would hope that both of you would study a bit for it.”

“Yes master,” both students responded. 

We have just come back from the hunt, and are waiting just outside the Dining Hall, whenever you decide to be done, Saphira communicated with Eragon.

Well good then, I’ll send them your way, Eragon told her. 

“Good, now I see that both of you are itching to be off so that you have a small amount of free time before your class, so I will dismiss you a bit early from dinner. I will see you both tomorrow morning for your exam, so come prepared.”

“Thank you Ebrithil,” both of them replied, before eagerly bounding off towards the doors. 

Saphira, now that that’s over, I should like to visit Gëi Island to check on the eggs and to see how their young minds are doing, if its ok with you of course, Eragon told Saphira.

I am fine with it, let us be off then little one, Saphira responded. Within a few seconds after that, Eragon had already made it out of the Dining Hall and was sitting atop Saphira. Only a few seconds after that and Saphira had both of them in the air and speeding towards Gëi Island. 

Once they arrived at the island, Eragon and Saphira had to fly into the top of the structure in order to even reach the inside. The area in which the eggs and the Eldunarí were kept was inside of a massive volcano. A gently sloping but tall volcano was the only thing that poked up out of the water surrounding it. The dormant giant had been asleep for many years, or at least as far as Eragon could tell. The gaping crater that made up the mouth of the volcano was wide enough for three or four dragons stretched wing tip to wing tip to fit through without any problem at all. This was the entrance to the egg chambers. Saphira began to make her spiraling descent through the crater and into the egg chambers. Looking around as they descended, Eragon could see the hundreds of shelves that had been carved into the walls of the volcano, each one containing a different dragon egg of a varying size and hue. Talons scraping on the long hardened lava that made up the floor of the pit, Saphira landed next to Erisidar and Blödhgarm. “Pleased to see the both of you again,” Blödhgarm addressed both of them. 

“Greetings to you both as well,” Eragon responded. “How are these eggs doing,” he asked, gesturing towards a pile of around eight or nine eggs that had amassed at Erisidar’s feet. 

These are the eggs that are being considered for the next round of Riders. We have yet to decide which ones exactly, but the six that are sent in the next months will be from these eggs here, Erisidar told Eragon and Saphira.

“Let me see if I can’t assist you by discerning a bit more from their minds,” Eragon told Blödhgarm and Erisidar. Then, placing hand on each of the eggs, Eragon began the process of just barely touching the infants’ minds and trying to determine which ones intended to hatch in the next year or so. After a long hour or so of this, Eragon had whittled the eggs down to just six. Two were a darker maroon color, splattered with a light brown, two were a rich forest green, shot through with veins of a fiercer, lighter green, and the final two were light blue in color, patterned with various shades of white. “These are the ones that I would think should be sent out,” Eragon finally said to the three who were patiently waiting with him.

“That is good Shadeslayer, I am delighted to hear that you have chosen our next six eggs to send out. It is my belief that the egg courier, Raëta, should be returning with the old batch of eggs and any Riders, should the eggs decide to hatch to someone between now and then,” Blödhgarm bowed his head respectfully to Eragon and Saphira before, with inhuman speed, snatching each of the chosen eggs and putting them in a leather saddle pouch on Erisidar’s back and placing each of the eggs that were not chosen back into their respective alcoves. 

“Thank you Blödhgarm, thank you Erisidar, both Saphira and I are glad to hear that and we both wish to bid you goodnight. For we will be retiring to our quarters for the rest of the evening,” Eragon said to Blödhgarm before hopping onto Saphira’s back and being propelled upwards, out of the crater’s mouth, and towards he and Saphira’s home. 

Do you think that I should speak to Arya in the coming weeks, or should I wait until after this class of Riders graduates. It will be quite the hectic few weeks with their graduation so near.

Little one, I think that you should speak to her whenever you see fit, and it would be wise if you did enough between now and then to talk to her about and to actually hold a decent conversation with her, Saphira smirked.

Hey! I think that I did a pretty good job last time I talked to her! But in any case, I probably won’t be able to talk to her for a while so I should have enough to talk about with her.

Whatever you say Eragon, Saphira communicated to him before diving down towards their isolated abode.