Town folk cheered as the dragons flew overhead, many landing to pick up stray family members, leaving horses and carts behind in the towns below. The day they returned to Alagaësia, was the day the sky once again filled with dragons, the light blanketed by a sea of beasts, the colours too many to count. Eventually the group split, and Eragon left instruction on how to find him, should the need arise. He did not intend to bring the riders, instead urging them to stay and help the lands that needed it.
The yearn of familiar ground and familiar faces haunting him in his dreams. Soon though, as many do, Eragon grew homesick. And for five years he helped and recruited them, the band of riders and their families travelling by land, sea, and air to assist those in need. Lands without dragons, dragon lands without humans, and even an entire wasteland dedicated to ogres and other fair folk. In his travels, Eragon had discovered many other lands. He and his dragon Saphira, exuberant to be travelling to new lands. After the cooldown of the battle, the celebrations faltering before the big clean ups, Eragon packed his bags, bid his family goodbye, and left Alagaësia. But the famed rider, saviour of the land had other ideas, bigger ideas. Common folk and royalty alike, banded together to create a democracy of royalty, the riders still being exalted, Eragon most of all. Alagaësia took nearly five years to overcome the reign of the tyrannical Galbatorix.
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