Eragon sat on a cliff overlooking Gil'ead. They had won, he had finally killed the king, plunging Brisingr into the traitor's heart. What little followers he had at that point quickly gave up and peace was restored, yet Eragon felt empty inside. He looked down at the destroyed city, at the ecstatic people celebrating in the streets, at his dragon at the edge of the city, conversing with Eridor.

Saphira had already laid eggs, those eggs already hatched. There was nothing left for Eragon in this world, he had no one but Saphira now. What now? he asked her, not sure what to do.

Now we can do anything we wish. We can live in peace. He heard her respond through their mental link.

Peace… Eragon let the word roll around in his head for a bit. He wondered if he could really live in peace, could he live watching those he loved die of age? The one he loved most live on without him?

Eragon, don't think like that. You can find someone else. Live long enough and there's bound to be another woman you'll love, one that we both love.

Saphira, do you really think that someone like Arya can come again? Even if that happens she is bound to be human, the elves don't reproduce much. So if I happen to find someone else, eventually they will die of age and I will live on, worse than before.

Saphira didn't know what to say to that. What could she? Eventually an elf would come along? That would do nothing. So Eragon just sat there, sad that he had no use in life anymore. Arya had been trained and so she could teach whatever new rider came along, if not her than the two others that Saphira's eggs hatched for. There would be no king, but a council made of all the races.

Eragon was so mixed up in his thoughts that he did not hear someone walking up behind him.

"Eragon, why are you not celebrating?" a melodic voice said behind him. She sat next to him looking at him with a hint of concern on her face. They had become close enough for her to show him her feelings, but no one else. It was just another torture for Eragon, knowing that they could not be closer than friends.

"Just thinking Arya."

"What about?" She asked.

"About what to do know," he answered truthfully, "I don't have any objective or mission to do. I'm free yet have nothing to use this new found freedom on." And so he told her about everything except his feelings for her.

"Eragon, you will find something to do eventually. You just did a huge thing, you need some time to relax."

He thought about that for a while, not noticing the silence growing.

"Do you really have nothing? You have your friends, your dragon, you have everything, you just need to realize it."

"Really? What friends I have will go back to their homes, sure I will have Saphira, but we will need company of some sort. We don't even have a place to live."

"That's not true. You can come live in your tree house in Ellesmera. Then you will have all the company you want. Besides, our dragon's don't want to be far apart, so we should live near each other."

"I suppose your right, Arya."

"Aren't I always?" she asks, bringing a small smile to Eragon's lips.

Just like Saphira.

"Besides, you don't have to live alo-," she cut herself off. She made to get up but Eragon gently grabbed her arm.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you can bring anyone you want with you," Arya told him. He was not convinced.

"Please, tell the truth," he begged her.

"I was thinking…maybe we could live together," she said nervously.

Eragon was stunned, to say the least. She wanted to live with him? Did that mean she wanted more? No Eragon thought, friends can live together. He came up with a way to check without asking her.

"I thought you would live in Tiarda Hall?"

"That's only for royalty, those in line for the throne. I have no wish to be Queen. I told my mother this and I am not allowed my room anymore."

"What? That's awful, your own mother kicked you out?" she gave him a sad nod. "In that case, I'd be glad to let you live with me.

She started smiling, something Eragon thought she should do more often, then gave him a big hug, also something he thought she should do more often.

So that's the first chapter. Please take 2 seconds to review, and maybe a few ideas hear and there would be wonderful.