My first fan fic so don't kill me on comments, but comment, comment, comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-1 Prologue

Trinity and her mother packed quietly in the living room. She was moving away from Carvahall forever to go live with her father in a city far away from there. Her mind was running frantically to find a way to tell Eragon, her best friend, that she was leaving that day. Her mother, Miira, promised her they wouldn't leave until the next day, but there had been a change of plans. Her father wanted them home immediately. It was almost four in the afternoon, about time for Eragon and Roran to come pick her so they could go play in the woods as they always did. Trinity knew she and Eragon would never play again.

She was gently wrapping her mother's china, when her mother placed her hand on Myra's shoulder.

"Trinity, I know you're upset with me and your father, but you'll like where we're going. You'll make a bunch of new friends."

"But I like my friends here. I like Katrina and Albriech and Baldor and Roran." she said. "And Eragon…"

She whispered his name like as if it would fade away from her memory and never be known again. She wanted to remember him forever. She never wanted to forget her first love. A small tear ran down her face. She wiped it quickly to show no sign of a weakness. She wanted to be like her mom, strong and beautiful.

Miira tried to hug her daughter, but Trinity pulled away and their discussion was over. Trinity continued wrapping when a slight rapping came from the door. They both knew who it was.

"Do you want me to tell him, or are you going to tell him yourself?" Miira asked cautiously.

"I'll tell him." she answered quietly as she made her way toward the door.

It felt like hours before she reached the door. Her home was way too big for only two people. She opened the large oak door with a tug. She expected to see two boys standing at door step instead of one.

"Where's Roran?" she whispered.

"He and Katrina are going to meet us up by the waterfall." Eragon answered. "Why are you whispering?"

"Eragon… I've got some bad news."

Trinity walked out side onto the porch with Eragon. She leaned over the railing and looked out on to the small town, she would forever call home. It was some what busy with the fact that in the next two weeks it would be winter and people would be needing supplies. The wind blew gently, and her hair pressed softly against her face. She looked at Eragon; his eyes spoke of his confusion.

"Eragon, I'm leaving Carvahall." she said bluntly.

He smiled at her.

"What are you talking about? You leave every winter." he said, laughing playfully. He tucked her lose hairs behind her ear, but leaving his hand on her cheek. She reached her hand up to his and nuzzled it. They were only fifteen, yet they were soon to be adults. That frightened her. She would have to marry soon, but she wanted no one, except Eragon.

"Eragon, I'm leaving and never coming back. My father found a new home for me and my mother. He wants us closer to him while he works. I don't blame him, but this is my home. It hurts every time I think about what I leaving behind. Oh, Eragon. I don't know what to do."

She turned away from him, so he would not see her tears, but it wasn't long before she was his arms, rocking back and forth. Eragon tried to sooth her, but it was useless. He just had to let her cry.

"Trinity, please don't cry. It will be all right. I know it. We can still be together."

"We can?"

She wiped a tear from her eye. She looked up at him with a hopeful gleam. How could they be together if he wasn't even old enough to leave his uncle's farm? He wasn't a man yet.

"Yes, we can. I promise you. Wait two years, and I'll come for you. We can write to each other every day. And in my letters, I'll tell you how much I love you and miss you. I'll tell you what we're going to do once we marry. I'll find a home for us, here in Carvahall. I promise you we'll be together."

She laughed melodiously. "Eragon, you can't write or read."

"I'll learn." He smiled. Her hopefulness always made him sure of himself. She loved him, and he loved her.

"Eragon, I love you." she declared.

Eragon leaned his head down, and breathed, "And I love you." He was barely away from Trinity's lips when a familiar voice was heard from behind them.

"Eragon. Trinity. Am I interrupting anything?"

They turned around in unison. On the porch steps stood Brom, the village storyteller and a dear friend.

He was tall and wore a blue and brown tunic. He smiled at Trinity, and scolded Eragon with his eyes.

"Eragon, I believe your uncle was looking for you in town. So I guess you have to leave." he proclaimed.

Eragon sighed. His hands left Trinity's hips, but one lingered in her hand.

"When are you leaving?" Eragon asked. He strained to hear the answer.

"Tonight." she whispered miserably.

He squeezed her hand gently, and smiled.

"Don't leave, until I see you once more. I'll meet you here later. Okay?"

"Okay." she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

Brom coughed loudly to remind them he was still watching. Eragon rolled his eyes. Trinity laughed. Eragon jumped off the porch and ran off. Before he was out of sight, he turned back and blew Trinity a kiss.

Her heart fluttered and skipped a beat. He was her romantic hero. Brom brought her attention back to the real world. His smile was gentle and kind.

"Trinity, is your mother inside? I have to speak to her." he asked, his voice was raspy.

"Yes, she is. Come inside and I'll take you to her." she answer, as she opened the door.