I don't own Eragon or Saphira, or any of the characters from the Inheritance Cycle. This is all just for fun. I do own the character you don't recognize.
Pain. It had once been naught but a word to her. It had been just a jumble of letters on a page. It had been a meaningless sound in a speech. It had been the distress that others felt. Now it was the anguish that she felt.
Terror. This was what she felt every time she strayed away. It was what she felt if the others left. It was what she felt every time something moved in a shadow. And it was for certain what she felt when he was near.
Secrecy. It was what they would have to maintain if they were to be safe. They could no longer wander so carefreely. Not since he had found out. He was why they had to be so secretive. Lies, deciet and the secret were the only things keeping them alive now.
Magic. Magic was the reason for all of the secrecy, and it was she who had summoned it. She was the one who found the key and bound them to it. She who had only meant for good, had cursed them all. The magic was more powerful than him. Magic was why he was coming.
Stones. The stones were what kept the magic. What chained it to them. Without them, they were lost; powerless. Certainly they were doomed. They understood, but they wouldn't let go. They trusted her. But how could they when she had brought the stones? When it was she who had cursed them?
Friendship. That is what kept them together. What kept them strong. They had known her all their lives. They were friends. They had known the dangers of what was coming, yet they stayed. Friendship let them trust her. Friendship let them stay close. They knew that, if anything, friendship would help them through.
If only they knew.
Okay, I know this is short, but it's a prologue, what do you expect? It will get longer, I promise. Now, you see that little button at the bottom of the page? It says review. Pretty please press it?