Rebirth

Hello everyone! This is my first fic (yay! :D) and I'm really excited about it. I hope you also enjoy it and please leave any comments you wish to. I welcome all constructive criticism. Just a word about this fic. I am only going to post the first chapter for now and see if people actually like what I am writing. If people do then I will write more. If not then I will stop and try something else. Right, with that out the way on to the story. In its simplest form this is a Percy Jackson meets The Inheritance Cycle but there is another fundamental aspect to it and that is the background of the High Elves of Warhammer Fantasy. Now at this point a few of you may think "Oh no! Not Warhammer!" but please give it a chance. (it doesn't even enter the first chapter :P) so yeah that's kinda it. Please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER FOR THE WHOLE FIC! I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON OR THE INHERITANCE CYCLE OR WARHAMMER FANTASY. PLEASE DONT KILL ME!

As the Talíta glided into the calm, crystal waters of the bay, Eragon breathed a sigh of relief.

"We made it, Saphira!" he said. "We finally made it across the sea."

"Yes we did, little one" replied Saphira in a low hum. The island they had landed on had been spotted by Saphira an hour or so ago and, it being the first land they had seen since leaving the eastern wastes of Alagaësia, they had made straight for it. The island itself was large, nearly as big as Surda. It was mostly forested but there were great plain teeming with game and a large range of mountains that ran from the north to the south, nearly cutting the island in half. This was the place that the Riders would be reborn. Eragon quickly set to work, organising the elves who had accompanied him into teams of two. Two of these teams he sent to find a suitable camp site, another to keep watch in case any wild animals or other dangers attacked. The last team help him and Blödhgram unpack the Talíta of the remaining food and water, then set about tying her down so that she couldn't slip away with the tide.

"This will make a fine hunting ground for the hatchlings" the dragon Umaroth spoke in his mind. "We must build the nesting towers in those mountains in the north. Buildings for the future Riders will also have to be constructed."

"Yes, it will be a small settlement to begin with but in time we may build it to rival Doru Araeba!" replied Eragon with enthusiasm. The thought of raising a city where dragons and Riders could train and live in peace highly appealed to him. And yet...

"We will see them again, Eragon" Saphira said, sensing his emotions.

"But what if we don't!" Replied Eragon with sadness in his voice. "What if we never get see Arya or Fírnen again! And what of Roran and Katrina? Angela said we would never return to Alagaësia."

"If you give in to sadness then you have already lost" rumbled Glaedr. "We must keep our hopes and dreams alive if we wish to raise the Riders from the ashes of Galbatorix's betrayal."

Eragon knew the golden dragon was right but that didn't stop him sighing in mourning of his past. Blödhgram noticed the noise and turned to face him.

"Is something wrong, Shadeslayer?" he asked in his purring voice.

"No, just... thinking of days past." Replied Eragon moodily.

Soon one of the teams he sent to find a camp site returned and told him that there was a valley a few miles north of their current location. They also said that there was a river in the valley that flowed in to sea and that it was wide enough for Talíta. This lighten Eragon's mood greatly, as they now didn't have to carry all their equipment or the eggs and Eldunarí through the forest. They loaded up the ship once more and set off up the river to the camp site. They soon came across a large plain that ran from the edge of the forest all the way to the base of the mountains. At the first bend in the river a pair of elves stood watching the ship and waiting for its arrival. After mooring the ship to the river bank and setting up their tents, Eragon and Saphira set off to hunt. Eragon was sick of eating vegetables and fish for weeks, he was hungry for some meat.

They quickly found a herd of deer and, thanks to the ring Orik gave her, Saphira approached silently with the sun in her face so she wouldn't cast a warning shadow. Eragon quickly extended his consciousness to the closes deer and took control of their thoughts, telling them to be calm and relaxed. Then Saphira tucked her wings in against her scaly sides and dove at the herd. They scattered and ran but they couldn't hope to outrun a dragon. Saphira killed three deer in quick succession and roasted a forth. Once she was satisfied that it would be enough for both of them, she landed and began to eat. Eragon took the energy from the dead animals and transferred it to his ring, Aren. Whilst he hated doing it but he may need the energy soon and it seemed a waste to let it go. Then he walked over to the roasted carcass and skinned, gutted and cleaned the animal. The flesh was warm from Saphira's flames and cooked right through. Eragon cut himself a slice of venison and sat to eat while looking up at the mountains in the distance and wondering how he was going to build a city amongst those towering peaks. Of course they were not as tall as the Beor Mountains but they were still higher than any peak in the Spine. He would think more on it later and discuss ideas with the elves but until then he let his mind wander freely.

Later that day he talked with the elves about the best ways to build the town that would later become a city of dragons and Riders. They reached the point where all parties agreed to use magic and bind it into the very being of the place. The strength of the wards would be increased as time wore on and they would design places to act as emergency exits or entrances to the city in case of fire or some other disaster. Finally the debate drew to a close and Eragon retired to his tent to sleep.

In the morning they sailed to the mountains. They set off as the sun appeared over the horizon, breaking camp quickly and efficiently. They sailed on the river until mid morning where they reached a large lake that was filled from a waterfall that fell two hundred feet from a mountain cliff.

"Here." Said Umaroth. "This is the place where we will begin to rebuild." And so they beached Talíta and began to build. The first places to be planned out were the nesting houses, the Eldunarí's hall or the Hall of Elders as they wished it to be called and the Rider's living quarters. These would form the core of the city, each building would be wide enough for two dragons to walk abreast inside each corridor and tall enough for the dragons to stretch their wings if necessary. They would form a square; The curved front of the Rider's quarters took up the east and southern side of the square. The nesting houses in the west and the Hall of Elders ran back into the mountain to the north. Three roads would lead to the square. One from the east, one from the south and one from the north-west. The east road would lead to the lake and the harbour that would be established there. The southern road would lead down into the lower city and the north-western road would lead up the mountain to a stronghold, built into the mountain in the dwarven style.

It took four months to compete the three buildings and roads and to lay the foundations for the stronghold. Eragon looked back at their work at the end of the forth month and wondered at how they had did it. The Rider's quarters were two hundred feet tall and nearly one hundred feet wide. The curve stretched along for four hundred feet. When he had walked those great vaulted halls he had felt small, even next to Saphira. The eggs had been moved into the Hall of Elders for safe keeping and the Eldunarí had also been placed in alcoves in the walls. Cuaroc sat on a white stone throne and surveyed the walls of the place he now guarded.

"This," Eragon said out loud as he looked at the sun setting over the mountain peaks "I could get used to."