Prologue

Angela gazed out across the sea, her eyes misty, beholding the giant ship carrying the hero of Alegasia out to sea, never to return again. You knew this had to happen, you predicted it, Solembum said. Yes, but I didn't expect this to be that hard. In her time with the Varden she had become very found of Eragon, as had anyone who had been close to him. She had watched him go from a innocent boy still green around the ears, to a young man who had witnessed horrors none of his age should ever see. The future is for the living Angela. It changes, it twists, it surprises us; let it surprise you, Solembum told her. Do you know something that I don't? Angela said, not expecting and not getting any. He is a wearcat, he probably does, she thought to herself. Sadly, she walked back to the magnificent green dragon and his rider. Arya's head was down, clearly trying to hide the tears that had sprung up in her eyes. "I predicted this Arya, I knew this he would leave. Just not at this time," Angela said.

"Eragon told me," was all she could say. Angela did not sense anger, but sadness. "Solembum told me the future can change and I may have been wrong. I am certain that you will see him again, we all will see him again." When Angela did not get a reply from the Arya, she turned to walk away, but was stopped as Arya called out, "Wait!" Angela turned toward her, "I would be honored if you would read my fortune, and I have to know if I will see him again." Angela paused before answering. What I she was never destined to see him again, that could ruin the elf queen, and in turn ruin the elfa kind. Please Angela, I have never felt this type of sadness from any other being. Angela started for a moment, trying to figure out who spoke in her mind. To deep to be Solembum, Arya wouldn't invade my mind, so that leaves… Firnien. It was is voice, his pleading, no dragon was meant to sound like that. "Come with me, say nothing." Relief spread about Arya's face, then she quickly masked it. In minutes the pair was seated around the dwarf tables, Angela was pulling out the knucklebones of a dragon, and Arya just stared at them. Angela began to say words of power of them, and they began to crack and splinter in certain ways. In mere minutes the bones were cracked in every way possible, and Angela was sifting through them. She threw certain ones of the table and into a basket while muttering "Nothing" or "She's a elf" and the occasional "Well he is a rider, of course he is a nobles man." Then she stopped, starring at one bone, shock and awe filling her features. "What? What do you see?" Arya practically screamed. "Those bones all say you will love a noble man, live a long time, fight in many battles; however, this bone says something all together different. This talks about a series of battles that that you will win or lose with a noble man, one who loves you. Now that could be Eragon, or it could be someone else, but on this bone it says you will leave Alegasia forever to be with this man. I strongly believe that this is Eragon.

Rate on what you think, this is my first time doing something like this and i hope you guys and girls enjoy it. this will get violent as the chapters go on, and might get a little Naughty you never know, but this will not go into detail. They will get longer, I'm normally not so short winded.