This is my first story so yeah.

"Drake"

I'm Drake. Im an assassin for Galbatorix, I have been his assassin for 2 years going on 3. I dont have any money anymore, I have been stabbed in the leg and the arm. Im limping to my horse Mercury, as I try to get on top of him i feel another sharp pain in my shoulder. I touch my shoulder and find an arrow that as a black type liquid on it. I see my life flash before my eyes. As I wake up im in a carriage. I look up and see Eragon Shadeslayer looking at me with his blue eyes. This is my story.

Chapter 1

When I was 13 my parents were killed right in front of me by rogues of the Varden. After their deaths I was living on the streets of Tierm. When I turned 19 I went back to the house where they were killed and found an old chest behind an old bookcase. As I opened the chest there was a not "Drake, when you read this I will probably be dead, I should have treated you better as my son my only son in fact. But everything you find in this chest was mine at a point in my life. I was an assassin for the King, the cloak will keep you hidden as the sword will keep you protected. But as for the armor I want you to go to the king and tell him that you're my son. The armor is light so it will not weigh on you. Oh and the ring has magic stored into it, don't use it unless you really have too. Your Father."

After I packed the note into my pocket I found the cloak and put it on as well as my sack to keep everything else in it except the ring and the sword. The sword appeared to be custom 1 and a half hand hilt and a black metal 2 feet blade. As I put the sword into its sheath and put the ring on my finger I set out for the king.