Hey guys this is 8RainbowBright8 speaking! Just to give you a little background info on this Fan Fic, This is my first fan fic on and I hope you review! This is following the story/book "Eragon", and yeah, it does start from the beginning. I hope you enjoy!! REVIEW!!! XD

Prologue:

Shade of Fear

Part 1

A lukewarm breeze spread over Du Weldenvarden engulfing everyone in warmth, only to be plunged into a cold night in a matter of seconds. A tall shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. He only looked human, but his maroon eyes and crimson hair were indicators that he was something else. He blinked rapidly. Was the message right? They were here, but where? Or was it a trap? He weighed the odds and then coming to a solid conclusion said, icicles dripping off his words, "Spread out, be alert, stop whoever is coming or you're dead before you can say 'elf'."

As if they were on cue, there was a massive movement of twelve creatures around the Shade. These creatures were big and resembled men with bowed legs and brutal looking arms made especially for crushing. Horns grew above their small ears. They each had a shield with a black symbol painted on it and a sword was placed under their arms. These creatures were called Urgals.

The Urgals clumsily fumbled for their weapons and followed the shade's instructions; they didn't want to be exterminated. The monsters quickly hid in the bushes, grunting occasionally. The rustling quieted soon enough and the giant forest was deathly silent again.

The shade looked around a thick tree trunk and up the trail. It was too dark for any human to see but the darkness was like sunshine to the shade. Every detail was sharper and clearer in the dark to him. He remained quiet in his search, a long pale sword with a wire thin scratch on the blade in his arms. The weapon was very thin, thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs, but strong enough to pierce through the hardest armor.

The Urgals, with normal visual capacities, could not see as well as the shade so the pitch black night was not a luxury. Just then an Urgal snapped a twig. The shade expressed his anger and distaste - they smelled like rotten meat - and turned away. They were tools, and they were not very important, but they were a set back.

The shade bit back his impatience as seconds became minutes and minutes became hours. The smell must have traveled far ahead them, he thought calmly as he waited. As the hours crept by the night got colder. The Shade did not let the Urgals sit or get warm. He denied himself those luxuries too and stayed behind the tree, watching the trail. A gust of lukewarm wind swept through the forest and carried the smell. It was stronger this time. Excited, he snarled.

"Get Ready." He whispered his body vibrating in his enthusiasm. As the tip of his sword moved in miniscule circles, he willed himself to regain control. He had cast many plots and had gone through much pain to lose control right now. It was definitely not the time to lose control.

Okay This is my first one and I'll be posting Prologue Part 2 soon. D