Hi everybody,

it's me.

Again.

This is a sequel to my story Manin! Wyrda! Hugin!. To understand it, it's necessary to read the previous book before, so if you haven't, check it.


Warnings: No slash, but later can (and will) be violence, language and definitely going to be limes & lemons.


This is the first 'chapter', so there are some things to clear, I promise I won't do such again for the next 20 chapters time.

Anyway, I've written a short (...) description about what have happened in book one, please read it as it may light some dark gaps (um, I do understand what I write, but this doesn't necessary mean you could follow me...). So:

The story so far...

Living in his castle, Amiréa was a servant of Galbatorix, but learning the death of 'the old Dragon Rider' and his dragon from her uncle, Murtagh, she decides to kill herself not being able to stand more deaths, murders or suffering. Turning against the dark king's cruelty, she steals the third dragon egg from a secret chamber and - also surprisingly for herself - manages to escape Uru'baen as well. Riding towards the Varden camp at Feinster she falls off her stolen horse, breaking her ankle fatally.

The injury turns out to be ever-lasting after Eragon (along with Arya and Saphira) rescues her from the coming Murtagh, using up the power of Aren (Brom's ring), Glaedr's Eldunarí and theirs. Arya nearly dies in the fight, so when Eragon returns, Islanzadí is too furious and frightened to think straight and yells at the Rider who becomes seriously hurt by the lack of trust, stabbing his sword into the floor of the palace, saying he would use it again when they apologize and realize their mistake. He also exclaims his love towards Arya in the ancient language. He moves to a farther cottage along with the young girl, that he considers as his niece although they aren't truly relatives.

Amiréa realizes she can use magic and decides to help Eragon and 'be useful'. She learns from Angela about herbs and meets Elva.

Murtagh, with the injured Thorn, returns to Belatona. The king tells him his intentions and orders to stay at the town unless the Varden attack. He meets a girl, Reinna who has decided to discover his secrets. Galbatorix also gives some clues him - Amiréa is more important than he thought, Arya and Eragon are together, there's a secret weapon hidden by Vrael which the rebels have found - according to a spy he doesn't name.

The Varden really find a secret chamber - it was used by the Riders as a study place. They discover many books and scrolls, being happy to be able to return to the training with Glaedr's Eldunarí. Eragon reaches a level where he can be more one with his dragon than he imagined - but beginning the exercises of this level he fences with Roran then -from unknown reason - he faints.

Meanwhile, Arya doesn't find her place on the world, she feels holes. Katrina meets her and she realizes she searches for a real home. She gets a new admirer, Grûlthar who begins to follow her wherever she goes after witnessing a scene between Arya and Eragon in the forest: she got fed up and cried in his hug. Eragon realizes that she gets out of control when Erlendr arrives at the town and tries to control her. She has embarrassing dreams and reveries about the time she lost control and embraced Eragon in the hidden studyroom and she makes a hard decision: next time it's tried to force her to obey, she will resign.

Roran walks into a scene he wants to quickly forget, when Eragon, being irritated and angry at Grûlthar kisses the out-of-control Arya and the situation gets out of their hands.

How to read my story...

(I know, I know...)

I'll be short: the chapters are written from different POVs, mirroring only the current characters' thoughts and knowledges. There may be some lemons later... nothing more than the one at the previous end. Also, I always change times and places and jump here and there to future or past... with the whole chapters, usually. One chapter takes place at one period of the timeline.

And now, the awaited new...

oh.

Disclaimer: Yeah. I almost forgot to inform you officially that I'm not Cristopher Paolini, neither get money for this. Handle it. (The following story is a fanfiction based on Christopher Paolini's work, the Inheritance Cycle. It is only written for entertainment, with no intentions of making money of it. The main characters, the world and rules and everything else which is recognisable as Paolini's work, goes to him.)

And now, the awaited new chapter...

er, I mean...

Prologue...

...remains for tomorrow?!

Too bad... :D

Amiréa

PS Thanks for Elvendiath and FD for getting me out of an awful writer's block.