Geschichten und Texte zu Eragon - Das Vermächtnis der Drachenreiter - Bücher - Fanfiction | Seite 1. Geschichten und Texte zu Eragon - Das Vermächtnis der Drachenreiter - Bücher - Fanfiction Angela Dorn Eragon Murtagh OC (Own Character) Saphira. Geschichten und Texte zu Eragon - Das Vermächtnis der Drachenreiter - Bücher - Fanfiction | Seite (10 Jahre später) Eragon hat sich in den Osten zurückgezogen und glaubt, dass sein Leben nun zur Ruhe komme könnte, und doch beginnt noch ein Abenteuer. Read Eine und mehrere Überraschungen from the story Eragon Fanfiction - Die neue Generation by LittleBird (Eli Vogel) with reads. eragon5, eragon.
Dies ist eine Playlist für den 5. Teil der Eragon. Geschrieben von,,Traeumer" Ausserdem ist es mein Lieblingsbuch!!! Leider lesen nur noch. Geschichten und Texte zu Eragon - Das Vermächtnis der Drachenreiter - Bücher - Fanfiction | Seite Murtagh flieht vor Eragon nach dem dieser ihn in einer Schlacht besiegt hat und trifft einen Sperling. Disclaimer: Alle Figuren gehören. Murtagh flieht vor Eragon nach dem dieser ihn in einer Schlacht besiegt hat und trifft einen Sperling. Disclaimer: Alle Figuren gehören. ( Wörter); Datum: - ; Serie: Eragon; Genre: Fantasy, Währenddessen hat Eragon Alagaesia hinter sich gelassen und findet. Dies ist eine Playlist für den 5. Teil der Eragon. Geschrieben von,,Traeumer" Ausserdem ist es mein Lieblingsbuch!!! Leider lesen nur noch. Eragon Jedes Ende ist ein Anfang #42 Der erste Schritt zur Meisterschaft - Duration: 23 minutes. views; 3 years ago.
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Now the time has come for them to return to Alagaesia and answer the inevitable questions. Where were they, what were they doing, and what will happen next?
Hands On by Tigre reviews Eragon and his companions have been working for nigh on a decade to prepare the education for future riders.
That is where we pick up the story, planning to be EXA long term. His reign seems all but absolute- however, a daring Elf is able to abscond with a dragon egg- the last legacy of a forgotten order of Dragon Riders- warriors blessed by mana.
It is this very egg that falls into the hands of a young boy- and it is he who will carry the fate of the world, or die with it.
Also about Arya's and Eragon's relationship after Inheritance cycle. Although Christopher Paolini has said that there would be a new book coming out, which is book 5, we still don't have any clue when will the book actually come out.
I decide to create another the ending. Now we have go to the forest of the elves, think about how to reveal the multiverse to everyone, and deal with an overexcited dragoness.
How bad could it be? We're Driscol, Kevin and Sparta, and we have one weird story to tell. All she wants is to go back home to her family, but the Queen has other plans.
She must stay until they unmask who the Ebrithil Skulbakla is, who could it be? Sunrise by Archer reviews It's a continuance of Inheritance.
It takes place right after the fight with Galbatorix and mainly, a hundred years later. Eragon and the other Riders discover that they are not the only ones who lived in Alagaesia.
Can they protect their homeland form a new and dangerous threat? Rated T for safety, will probably contain some violence, but no adult themes.
Revived: Rebirth by HycanithWaterscales reviews This story is a story from a dormant account of mine on this site. The evil king is dead.
Eragon and Saphira are hailed as heroes yet they are in more trouble with the alliance they just helped than they think.
It also turns out that Angela's prophecy will come true in more ways than they think. Non canon. Murtagh cheats but so do you by Tauriel Morzansson reviews One shot Murtagh x reader fluff.
Do you need to know anything else? What teachers are for by Oblakom reviews Jarnunvösk is dead. When Nasuada had inevitably died, though living for much longer than normal, a man named Jhonsen came to the throne Nasuada had introduced the two of them but as soon as she died they had argued so the meetings stopped but when Brin, a girl he knew to be Murtagh's and Nasuada's daughter but was known as her adopted daughter to avoid unwanted questions, came of age Nasuada's 'adopted' daughter became the rightful queen and the meetings started up again.
He hadn't talked to Arya in weeks because it was too painful, they were both busy and had no time, but these were just the excuses they gave to themselves.
They both knew that it was because it hurt too much they couldn't say much in case they were overheard and the dragons had to talk to through them, it was also a very tiring process.
Murtagh he also hadn't talked to in weeks because it was getting harder and harder to find him when he was free, he had returned from his trips to the north and established a home for himself north of Carvahall, he was one of the riders in that area, he helped out whenever he was needed.
To distract himself he pulled the other book towards him and opened it to the end of the first half he added another ancient word to his list the shut the book.
It had all the ancient language words he knew in it. He sat in the chair until he could bear it no longer he turned to face the back wall, the one with the door.
His thoughts now stuck on Arya he reached for the magically hidden chain around his neck and pulled it out from under his shirt he opened the locked attached and opened it.
Inside was a tiny, tiny book he thought the spell in the ancient language and the book became normal sized.
He opened the first page and stared. It was his best fairth of Arya he had ever made on the next page was a fairth of Brom smoking his pipe.
The rest of the book was full of those he remembered; Angela, Nasuada, Murtagh, Elva, everyone, there was even a fairth of the Varden encampment and Farthen Dur.
He flicked through and stopped on the page with his old farm on he stared at it for a few seconds then flitted out the room too fast for the eye to see and sat on Saphira's claw.
I want to go as much as you. I know you'd already be packed and flying if it wasn't for the eggs and Eldunari, talk to Blodhgarm, he'll help.
S aphira told him Eragon leaped onto her back without a saddle and flew quickly to the neighbouring island. He was waiting. Eragon slid off Saphira and exchanged the formal elven greetings with him.
They were one person now practically. Blodhgarm nodded indicating they should continue. The students. We have plenty of graduated students, but the last three rounds of eggs have failed to hatch.
The first had been ten years ago, all four eggs, one for each race, had returned unhatched, every two and a half years they sent another group of four eggs, each time they were returned, unhatched.
No one was quite sure what to do. Then, five years after the first round of unhatched eggs, four abandoned eggs were found, some riders had been investigating an area of the Boers, and they found these eggs.
No one knew where they had come from, whether they were related, or anything about them. These four had hatched to four orphans. One Elf, one Human, one Dwarf, one Urgal.
They were nearing their final stage in training. They should be graduating to full riders in a few weeks.
The rider ambassador, Ismira, had come to collect the new eggs and they were being circulated at the moment, but after a month, they had still not hatched.
Eragon sighed. Then they can travel to the mainland with their four mentors, I will stay for a while longer then leave also.
When the eggs hatch next, be it tomorrow, or next century, I will be here when needed. It is not as though we are short on riders, we have one hundred and ninety six rider and dragon pairs, and that is no small number.
If these eggs hatch, we will have two hundred. Not as many a Vrael, but still an impressive collection none the less.
Until they graduated he was Ebrithil, after, he was Eragon, or Eragon-elda, it was not necessary for him to be called Ebrithil when graduated.
This was the reason Eragon felt so shocked at being called such by Blodhgarm at the moment. He realised, the elf really wanted Eragon to be able to return back to Alagaesia.
His home. This was his home now. Eragon sighed, for a different reason to what his old student thought, he had forgotten he was there.
The Blue rider had sighed simply because he remembered what his uncle and Brom both had said; 'home is where the heart is.
I knew it would never had worked. In the glow of the sunset he glistened and did look like he was on fire.
I think I see part of myself in them. Please have a seat, would you like some tea? He was understood to be over one thousand years old.
Eragon had never spoken to him, he had never moved as far as Eragon was aware, but his size was undeniable impressive.
Depends how fast you fly. Saphira replied and sped towards to the calm lagoon area where he found the other three students and two of the other teachers lying in the sun, swimming and relaxing Saphira dove into the water, creating very little disturbance for her size and then surfaced propelling herself long in the water by her tail.
That does not count as a swim! That is a drenching! Eragon exclaimed much to her amusement Eragon slid off her back and into the water.
He swam to the shore and drying himself he lay beside the others relaxing in the sun. You are so lucky Firnen. She groaned feeling him fly above Du Weldenvarden he found the meeting hall and laughed.
It is almost over, no? He replied then was distracted by another dragon in the skies he flew over to join the lone rider who smiled.
Still in an insufferably boring council meeting. Dying a slow and painful death by politics. Arya replied directly to the trio in the sky from the meeting room.
Ambassador Ismira Shur'tugal. Arya greeted in response I will be with you in a few hours, hopefully. You are in your normal rooms, Firnen will show you, and feel free to do what you want.
The time is, as always yours. We will talk later. The queen regretfully withdrew the mental contact. From your response I gather my assumption was correct.
Now shall we continue as you were so eager to? That way I can find out what she has to say all the sooner, and then relate what she has told me to you.