N/A: Hello and thank you for choosing to read my story. I own none of the characters except for some, neither names , words or locations, except for lots of OC's. They all belong to Christopher Paolini. This story is the continuation of the Inheritance cycle. Most of the action is on Vroengard, but also back in Algaesia. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment, tell me if you like it and most of all : Se onr sverdar sitja hvass, se ono waise ilia , may your swords stay sharp, may you be happy.

7 months after Eragon's and Saphira's departure to Vroengard.

CHAPTER 1.

YAWE HALLS

Eragon woke with a start. He could sense Saphira's pain. "Saphira? ". No answer. He tried again and again but still she had him enclosed out of his mind. He reflected on the possibilities : she couldn't have been hurt, nor ambushed as he would have sensed the outsiders. The only possibility was if…

" ERAGON !" Blodhgarm rushed into the room. "It is time".

The wolf seemed tired.

Eragon suddenly rushed out of the room towards the dragon hold at the top of the hall.

" Be cautious, she might hurt you !" , but Eragon was already out of hearing range. The elf repeated the message through his mind.

This time Eragon responded Of course.

Slowly, Eragon poked his head from behind the dragons hold east wall. Saphira was in her giant nest , resting. Hello, little one she said in a joyful yet tired voice.

May I ?

Of course, why do you ask?

Better safe then sorry.

He gasped. By Saphira's side laid three eggs: one sapphire, one white and one pine green as Firnen's was. Saphira was beaming of pride. He could sense her joy even without their minds being connected, but he could sense her sadness , lingering in her aura.

I wish that he could see them.

He must wish the same. I'll contact Arya after we eat and hopefully Firnen will be at her side.

Thank you , little one. Also , I believe that we have company.

Eragon turned around slowly and then raced to the door to catch the two people hiding behind it.

"Well, hello to you too."

The two individuals gasped and blushed.

"Hello ebrithil" , the two responded in chorus.

Faelir and Lavethia, twin elves and the first apprentices of Eragon and Saphira stood watching him with a embarrassed stare. The twins,who were relatives of Arya, seemed opposite in everything.

"We only wished to see if Saphira-elda is all right." said Faelir.

"And see the eggs, if she allows it of course," seconded Lavethia.

You may come, but ,theyna. Saphira answered their desires.

The twins, escorted by Eragon and Blodgharm, stared in awe at the three shining eggs.

"Indeed, they are beautiful." said Lavethia

"Very" added Faelir.

After asking for permission, Lavethia reached out with her mind toward the eggs and said in the Ancient Language: " Eka weohnata neiat haina ono, eka ai fricai un Shur'tugal. I will not harm you, I am a friend and a Rider."

The eggs hummed in response, as in recognition.

Saphira, you must rest now. I will bring you some meat that I hunted yesterday and then I believe you should sleep. I'll attempt to scry Arya later. If I succeed I will wake you. Do you agree ?

I do, little one.

Eragon urged the children out of the dragon hold.

"Come, it is time for your lesson."

"But, ebrithil, it is a holiday."

"Yes, I know. But then, flying after dark without asking leave is also forbidden."

Lavethia blushed, " It was Faelir's idea, not mine."

Traitor, her brother thought towards her.

"That will be enough. Faelir, you are to spar with Blodhgarm after your breakfast. Lavethia, today you learn to make a fairth. First however, I require both of you to bring the meat from the kitchen to Saphira."

"Yes, ebrithil" they replied after making a face and raced to the kitchens.

"Young and spirited" Blodgharm sighed and left to prepare for the sparring lessons, after turning to his elf form.

Eragon sighed also and headed to his quarters for a breakfast of snagli. Although he was there in flesh and bones, his soul was far away, back in Algaesia, there where he had also left his heart, as did Saphira. He missed his cousin, his niece, Nasuada , Orik , but most of all he missed Arya. His life and Saphira's on Vroengard in the beginning seemed a challenge no one else would've taken on.

It took days mountains of material and vast energy to build his castle, the dragon hold, their students quarters, the training areas but together with Saphira and the Eldunari he had done it. The results were outstanding. The halls could now host many Riders with their dragons and their teachers, but also others. His halls, which he had called Yawe halls, in honour of the bond between dragons and their Riders, were half sung out of a large oak tree and the other half was built out of marble he found in a cave on the northern side of Vroengard.

On the top of his house was the dragon hold. It was formed by the sung oak tree and could host over five adult large dragons. He had also added a launching platform, from which they could take to sky without damaging her quarters and teach the hatchlings to fly.

And their new life, a life that would last hundreds of years began…

N/A: End of the first chapter! I hope you liked it. I DON'T OWN most of the characters or places or words eka thaet otherum, I swear it. That's it till next time , se ono waise ilia, Shur'tugal ! P.S Don't forget that beautiful little button, it keeps me going. If I get more than five reviews, I'll update the seven chapters I have already written.