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Chapter 1

Eragon was meditating when he felt the disturbance of the preparation of war in Alagaësia. Shruikan had felt it as well through they're link. He spoke in his booming voice " Would you like to go back to stop war and not let your brothers Orik and Murtagh die?

Eragon replied in a sure tone, he was not a foolhardy, rash, foolish boy from 400 years ago; no, he was wise and more powerful than anything alive and Gallbatorix put together. Though he was powerful, he did not like seeing people die in wars that he had learned were mostly useless and pointless. He knew Shruikan was still waiting for an answer and replied in a sure, but grave tone "We have to, I cannot let more countless lives that I can prevent and if my brothers were to die, it would be hard to let knowing I, in a way, killed them. So yes, with the consent of the rest of the Eldunari, go and restore peace."

After he had prepared the saddle and his elegant blue, gold lined armor, his black as night bow and arrows, and Bristingr and Sharptooth, Vaerl's sword, pored his and Shruikan's energy into Aren and Beolth of the wise. He had enough energy in his swords, belt and ring to destroy all life in Alasgeaia easily. That was without including the Eldunari, which could do whatever. As they fell asleep, waiting for tomorrow, Eragon wondered why the Eldunari were restless.

When the sun rose, Eragon was ready for anything as long as he had Shruikan, and the other dragons. He knew many different ways of sword fighting as well as magic casting. They did not have to fly far to get to Alagaësia, they were only 100 miles away, which Shruikan got past in a few hours. When they waited for Shruikan to rest, Eragon meditated and found out that the war had just started. With that in mind, Eragon jumped onto Shruikan in more haste than normal. When they flew over the clouds of battle, they saw blood all around the fields, and grew disgusted. "Shruikan, can you give your loudest roar and spiral down with fire spewing?"

His response was giving the loudest roar that shook the earth. When Shruikan spiraled from the clouds the warriors fled to there lines, and we landed in the middle. Eragon boomed, voice enhanced with magic, "I am Eragon Kingkiller, flee or suffer the consequences."

They all fled in terror. Only few stayed, Arya, Orik, Murtagh and Thorn, Angela, and a green dragon with his rider. Orik came first, and hugged Eragon, and spoke while still hugging, spoke heartily "Eragon! I've missed you, where have you been?"

"Peace brother, we have more important matters at hand."

Arya came up and started the traditional eleven greeting as Eragon replied with the response, he felt fury threatening to overcome his peace and took a few deep breaths and spoke in his deep tone "Do you have a place where we speak?"

Arya did a half bow and said " I would like you all to stay under my hospitality in my kingdom of the elves for us to meet."

Eragon replied swiftly and commandingly "Ride dragons to get there, do not falter or take breaks."

With that, Eragon jumped 50ft. onto Shruikan and they flew with the wind towards Elesmearea. Firnen and Thorn had trouble following as Shruikan flew slowly away.

AN

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