The Saphire's Flame (An Eragon Fanfic)
I just finished reading Inheritance, and the end of it angered me. I didn't like how Paolini completed the saga. I mean really, I waited two years... for that? N E way, I'm doing this to satisfy a hunger I found surfacing with every other page.
SPOILER ALERT!!!!
DO not read if you have not read Inheritance and plan to, do not read if you are even just halfway through the book, I plan on using several elements from the end of the book in my first few chapters.
I am Saphira, daughter of Verdana and- oh, forget the formalities... I have learned that the story of myself and my partner-of-heart-and-mind, Eragon, has traveled far into your world, and become a great form of entertainment in art and literature. Thus, I believe it is safe to entrust a continued story to you, friends.
It has been fifty long years since we defeated evil-Rider-Galbatorix and his angry-two-legs-eating-dragon-Shruikan. In that time, many things happened, perhaps I should retell these events?
For about a year after Galbatorix's fall, Eragon and I traveled throughout all of Alagaesia, stifling petty attacks on the Varden and Queen Nasuada. Then her-royal-highness-of-Alagaesia decided to make laws that kept spell-crafter-two-legs from taking over the country. She wanted Eragon and I to lead this mission, but we could not. Soon, the elf-princess-Arya arrived back at the capital, with her new partner-of-heart-and-mind Firnen, he was a deep, forest green color. He and I... ... got along well... giggles, Arya had been appointed as the new queen of the elf-city-Ellesmera! Eragon and I had decided to leave, taking with us the eggs and hearts-of-hearts from Vroengard to a secret place out of Alagaesia. We told many of our plans, but no one could join our quest, not even Eragon's-hearth-brother-Roran and his new family. We left for the large island and rode a huge water-carrige through one of the river's near the coast of Alagaesia, Arya and Firnen rode with us for a long time, and we were all very sad at our having to part ways. When it was time for Arya and my-dear-Firnen to leave, they left silently and heavy-hearted. After they were no longer within sight, Eragon fell to his knees and wept. I did my best to comfort him and he took refuge within my concern. Now we have waited here, on Draco Isle, and trained many a young dragon and Rider. Many times have we been visited by Murtagh and his dragon Thorn, and many a time have we longed for the presence of Arya, Firnen, Roran, and all of the others who so dearly loved us.
But now, no dragons come, and no Riders, need training, Arya and Firnen never scry us, the Eldunari remain silent as stones. Eragon, who has no wings or claws, and silly stubs he calls teeth, has no reason to train and become stronger, for now he has grown to his full size. He spends most days on the shore or in our hall, sad and lonely. Roran's grand-offspring do not know of us and they never come to visit, and so it is, not only dull and dreary and boring and sad, it is also very empty, lonely and ... lazy even.
It has been fifty long years since we defeated evil-Rider-Galbatorix and his angry-two-legs-eating-dragon-Shruikan. In that time, many things happened, perhaps I should retell these events?
For about a year after Galbatorix's fall, Eragon and I traveled throughout all of Alagaesia, stifling petty attacks on the Varden and Queen Nasuada. Then her-royal-highness-of-Alagaesia decided to make laws that kept spell-crafter-two-legs from taking over the country. She wanted Eragon and I to lead this mission, but we could not. Soon, the elf-princess-Arya arrived back at the capital, with her new partner-of-heart-and-mind Firnen, he was a deep, forest green color. He and I... ... got along well... giggles, Arya had been appointed as the new queen of the elf-city-Ellesmera! Eragon and I had decided to leave, taking with us the eggs and hearts-of-hearts from Vroengard to a secret place out of Alagaesia. We told many of our plans, but no one could join our quest, not even Eragon's-hearth-brother-Roran and his new family. We left for the large island and rode a huge water-carrige through one of the river's near the coast of Alagaesia, Arya and Firnen rode with us for a long time, and we were all very sad at our having to part ways. When it was time for Arya and my-dear-Firnen to leave, they left silently and heavy-hearted. After they were no longer within sight, Eragon fell to his knees and wept. I did my best to comfort him and he took refuge within my concern. Now we have waited here, on Draco Isle, and trained many a young dragon and Rider. Many times have we been visited by Murtagh and his dragon Thorn, and many a time have we longed for the presence of Arya, Firnen, Roran, and all of the others who so dearly loved us.
But now, no dragons come, and no Riders, need training, Arya and Firnen never scry us, the Eldunari remain silent as stones. Eragon, who has no wings or claws, and silly stubs he calls teeth, has no reason to train and become stronger, for now he has grown to his full size. He spends most days on the shore or in our hall, sad and lonely. Roran's grand-offspring do not know of us and they never come to visit, and so it is, not only dull and dreary and boring and sad, it is also very empty, lonely and ... lazy even.
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Darn, iwas going to read this...but then your warning reminded me, i havent read the books in years...