Post by Quinn on Mar 13, 2014 14:49:20 GMT -5
((Note: I'm posting this because we all know the ending to the third Eragon book sucked, if you read it. For a project, I had to revise the ending of a story that I read of my choice. For obvious reasons, I chose this one.))
They stared at each other for a handful of heartbeats, and then Arya said, "Eragon." She had drawn her cowl as well, and in the moonlight, he could see little of her face.
"Arya." He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so full of emotion, he trembled. He did not want to leave, but he knew he must. "Stay with me-"
Her gaze darted up. "I cannot."
"...stay with me until the first curve in the river."
She hesitated, then nodded. He held out his arm, and she looped hers through his, and together they walked onto the ship and went to stand by the prow.
The elves behind them followed, and once they were all on board, they pulled up from the gangplank. Without wind or oars, the ship moved away from the stony shore and began to drift down the long, flat river.
On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.
For several minutes, Eragon stood next to Arya, and neither spoke as they watched the first curve in the river approach. At last, Eragon turned to her, and he pushed the cowl away from her face, so that he could see her eyes.
"Arya," he said. And he whispered her true name. A tremor of recognition ran through her.
She whispered his true name in reponse, and he too shivered at hearing the fullness of his being.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but Arya forestalled him by placing three of her fingers upon his lips. A broad smile crossed hers, looking Eragon in the eyes. "I'm staying," she stated, a small glimmer showing within her eyes.
Eragon took in a sharp breath, shocked at what Arya had just said. He gently pulled her fingers from his mouth saying, "but what of your duties?"
"I spoke to Däthedr, and he agreed." Arya said, the smile growing. "He agreed it would take more than one Rider to watch over the number of dragons there would be."
"How will the Riders that are chosen be trained, though?"
"Murtagh and Thorn came to Du Weldenvarden soon after I had been I selected to take my mother's place. He offered his assistance in training the new Riders, but he couldn't find the words to explain it to you. So I held off on telling you, in hopes of surprising you." She stated, sliding her slim fingers into his.
Eragon smiled, squeezing her hand. "And I assume Däthedr will be taking your place, Shadeslayer?"
"He will,"
"Good then." Eragon said, watching as Saphira and Fírnen spiraled upward, celebrating on being able to stay together.
And all turns out well, little one, said Saphira, her thoughts growing distant as Fílnenr flew higher and higher.
Eragon looked at Arya, her soon noticing and returning his gaze. For a moment that seemed like forever to Eragon, Arya slowly leaned toward him. After a moment, her lips pressed gently against his, but only for a few seconds. "Your not a child anymore, Kingkiller." A smile crossing her face.
"I have grown much." Eragon said, returning the smile, and leaning back in for another kiss.
Four Years Later (My own creation)
It's magnificent, isn't little one? Thought Saphira, who was chasing quickly after Fírnen, who had gotten ahead of her because of a tailwind he got when he and Saphira had split to avoid hitting a mountain.
It is, he thought in return, reaching out to touch Arya's mind. She allowed him in, and the beautiful sound of the music, causing Eragon's thoughts to drift. Over the years Arya, the other elves, and himself had built a magnificent kingdom, even if it was yet finished.
The kingdom was built in the fashion that Doru Araeba had been, before Galbatorix had overthrown the Riders. The roads were wide, allowing two dragons, or one the size of the dead dragon Balgabad or Shurikan to walk through it with ease. The buildings were made of stone, but built in the combined ways of the elves and humans, and some were beginning to get some of the influences of the urgals and dwarfs. On top of a small hill at one of the ends of the kingdom was a grand hall, the so large that Saphira could fly within it with ease, and the other was a dock, where the boat Talíta had remained docked since it brought the two new Riders, who were flying above Fírnen and Saphira.
It's getting dark, thought Eragon, projecting the thought to Arya, Saphira, and Fírnen, watching as the sun began to set, casting an oragne glow over the ocean.
Your right. Soon, it'll be too dark to fly, came Fírnen's deep voice. Both him and Saphira began to drop, touching down on a large clearing behind the hall. Hoping down, Eragon waited for Arya to climb off of Fírnen's back. After Eragon and Arya had gotten off, the two dragons took off, heading toward the mountain that some of the wild dragons lived.
Taking Arya's hand, they headed toward the massive doors, which opened with a loud bang. The majority of the hall was underground, but the main room, the grand hall, was above ground. The walls were lined in pillars and bookcases, the bookcases holding some of Eragon's favorite treasures that had been found in Galbatorix's treasury. The floor was the color of Saphira's scales, and the long table in the center was made from oak wood, as was the chair. At the end stood two thrones, one for Eragon, and the other for Arya. Arya split off from the main room, heading toward a doorway that led to the master bedroom.
"Letta," Eragon said as he neared the thrones, releasing the magic, which got it's energy from what layed beneath the ground. The thrones slid to the sides, revealing a small trap door. Speaking his true name, the door opened, revealing a staircase that gone down for what seemed to be a quite a long distance. "Islingr," Eragon said, and a small blue were-light illuminating the thick darkness.
He proceeded downward, until he reach a large circular room. In the center burned a blue flame, which provided heat and light for the Rider's eggs that had yet to be sent back to Alagaësia. Welcome, Kingkiller, said Umaroth, who was one of the many Eldunarí that were in the room. Many of the older dragons that had been under Galbatorix's control had recovered from their insanity, which was good. The room then branched into many tunnels, which led to many points in the land, with similar locks to those like the Rock of Kuthain.
"Sorry for the brief conversation, Umaroth-elda, but I came to check on the Eldunarí and to get new eggs to send to Alagaësia," Eragon said, reaching out toward a silver egg with blue lines through it. He gently lifted it, and gone to another, a white egg, and doing the same. "Thank you, Umaroth-elda, for helping with everything and all."
Your welcome and farewell, Eragon Vanquisher of Snails, he chuckled, a weird sound for Umaroth.
He emerged from the tunnel, and replacing the magic that he had earlier released. Arya was standing at the door that led to their room, a smile growing on her face as she saw Eragon emerged.
"It's late, Eragon. You should come to bed." She said, walking toward him, her barefeet silent on the cold stone that was the floor. Continuing until she reached Eragon, she grabbed his arm, and Eragon followed her to the room, placing the eggs in a small chest at the foot of their bed. "And there is a question I want to ask of you."
"And that question is?" He asked, falling onto the large, cushioned bed.
Arya fell onto the bed next to him, rolling onto her side to look him in the eyes. "When you proposed to tell me your true name for the first time, you said your feelings wouldn't change toward me. Have they?" She asked.
Eragon was quiet for a moment, only to tease Arya. "They've grown," he stated in the ancient language, so she'd have no doubt that it was the truth.
They stared at each other for a handful of heartbeats, and then Arya said, "Eragon." She had drawn her cowl as well, and in the moonlight, he could see little of her face.
"Arya." He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so full of emotion, he trembled. He did not want to leave, but he knew he must. "Stay with me-"
Her gaze darted up. "I cannot."
"...stay with me until the first curve in the river."
She hesitated, then nodded. He held out his arm, and she looped hers through his, and together they walked onto the ship and went to stand by the prow.
The elves behind them followed, and once they were all on board, they pulled up from the gangplank. Without wind or oars, the ship moved away from the stony shore and began to drift down the long, flat river.
On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.
For several minutes, Eragon stood next to Arya, and neither spoke as they watched the first curve in the river approach. At last, Eragon turned to her, and he pushed the cowl away from her face, so that he could see her eyes.
"Arya," he said. And he whispered her true name. A tremor of recognition ran through her.
She whispered his true name in reponse, and he too shivered at hearing the fullness of his being.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but Arya forestalled him by placing three of her fingers upon his lips. A broad smile crossed hers, looking Eragon in the eyes. "I'm staying," she stated, a small glimmer showing within her eyes.
Eragon took in a sharp breath, shocked at what Arya had just said. He gently pulled her fingers from his mouth saying, "but what of your duties?"
"I spoke to Däthedr, and he agreed." Arya said, the smile growing. "He agreed it would take more than one Rider to watch over the number of dragons there would be."
"How will the Riders that are chosen be trained, though?"
"Murtagh and Thorn came to Du Weldenvarden soon after I had been I selected to take my mother's place. He offered his assistance in training the new Riders, but he couldn't find the words to explain it to you. So I held off on telling you, in hopes of surprising you." She stated, sliding her slim fingers into his.
Eragon smiled, squeezing her hand. "And I assume Däthedr will be taking your place, Shadeslayer?"
"He will,"
"Good then." Eragon said, watching as Saphira and Fírnen spiraled upward, celebrating on being able to stay together.
And all turns out well, little one, said Saphira, her thoughts growing distant as Fílnenr flew higher and higher.
Eragon looked at Arya, her soon noticing and returning his gaze. For a moment that seemed like forever to Eragon, Arya slowly leaned toward him. After a moment, her lips pressed gently against his, but only for a few seconds. "Your not a child anymore, Kingkiller." A smile crossing her face.
"I have grown much." Eragon said, returning the smile, and leaning back in for another kiss.
Four Years Later (My own creation)
It's magnificent, isn't little one? Thought Saphira, who was chasing quickly after Fírnen, who had gotten ahead of her because of a tailwind he got when he and Saphira had split to avoid hitting a mountain.
It is, he thought in return, reaching out to touch Arya's mind. She allowed him in, and the beautiful sound of the music, causing Eragon's thoughts to drift. Over the years Arya, the other elves, and himself had built a magnificent kingdom, even if it was yet finished.
The kingdom was built in the fashion that Doru Araeba had been, before Galbatorix had overthrown the Riders. The roads were wide, allowing two dragons, or one the size of the dead dragon Balgabad or Shurikan to walk through it with ease. The buildings were made of stone, but built in the combined ways of the elves and humans, and some were beginning to get some of the influences of the urgals and dwarfs. On top of a small hill at one of the ends of the kingdom was a grand hall, the so large that Saphira could fly within it with ease, and the other was a dock, where the boat Talíta had remained docked since it brought the two new Riders, who were flying above Fírnen and Saphira.
It's getting dark, thought Eragon, projecting the thought to Arya, Saphira, and Fírnen, watching as the sun began to set, casting an oragne glow over the ocean.
Your right. Soon, it'll be too dark to fly, came Fírnen's deep voice. Both him and Saphira began to drop, touching down on a large clearing behind the hall. Hoping down, Eragon waited for Arya to climb off of Fírnen's back. After Eragon and Arya had gotten off, the two dragons took off, heading toward the mountain that some of the wild dragons lived.
Taking Arya's hand, they headed toward the massive doors, which opened with a loud bang. The majority of the hall was underground, but the main room, the grand hall, was above ground. The walls were lined in pillars and bookcases, the bookcases holding some of Eragon's favorite treasures that had been found in Galbatorix's treasury. The floor was the color of Saphira's scales, and the long table in the center was made from oak wood, as was the chair. At the end stood two thrones, one for Eragon, and the other for Arya. Arya split off from the main room, heading toward a doorway that led to the master bedroom.
"Letta," Eragon said as he neared the thrones, releasing the magic, which got it's energy from what layed beneath the ground. The thrones slid to the sides, revealing a small trap door. Speaking his true name, the door opened, revealing a staircase that gone down for what seemed to be a quite a long distance. "Islingr," Eragon said, and a small blue were-light illuminating the thick darkness.
He proceeded downward, until he reach a large circular room. In the center burned a blue flame, which provided heat and light for the Rider's eggs that had yet to be sent back to Alagaësia. Welcome, Kingkiller, said Umaroth, who was one of the many Eldunarí that were in the room. Many of the older dragons that had been under Galbatorix's control had recovered from their insanity, which was good. The room then branched into many tunnels, which led to many points in the land, with similar locks to those like the Rock of Kuthain.
"Sorry for the brief conversation, Umaroth-elda, but I came to check on the Eldunarí and to get new eggs to send to Alagaësia," Eragon said, reaching out toward a silver egg with blue lines through it. He gently lifted it, and gone to another, a white egg, and doing the same. "Thank you, Umaroth-elda, for helping with everything and all."
Your welcome and farewell, Eragon Vanquisher of Snails, he chuckled, a weird sound for Umaroth.
He emerged from the tunnel, and replacing the magic that he had earlier released. Arya was standing at the door that led to their room, a smile growing on her face as she saw Eragon emerged.
"It's late, Eragon. You should come to bed." She said, walking toward him, her barefeet silent on the cold stone that was the floor. Continuing until she reached Eragon, she grabbed his arm, and Eragon followed her to the room, placing the eggs in a small chest at the foot of their bed. "And there is a question I want to ask of you."
"And that question is?" He asked, falling onto the large, cushioned bed.
Arya fell onto the bed next to him, rolling onto her side to look him in the eyes. "When you proposed to tell me your true name for the first time, you said your feelings wouldn't change toward me. Have they?" She asked.
Eragon was quiet for a moment, only to tease Arya. "They've grown," he stated in the ancient language, so she'd have no doubt that it was the truth.