Heya! For some reason this is my first Inheritance fanfic, even though I am a HUGE major fan. Meh.
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of ChristopherPaolini.
Claimer: Unrecognizable characters and plot are mine.
Korgan hammered at the rock for a moment before pressing his ear to the stone. No doubt about it: hollow. With a grunt, he picked up his heavy iron hammer and struck the stone. Without waiting for the hollow ringing he knew would come, he struck again and again.
And again.
And again.
Little chips of grey-black stone fell to his feet each time he struck, creating a miniature mountain of stone chips. Every few hits he merely tapped the rock to see how much closer he was to the hollow place. Close... Very close now... Very close indeed...
He tapped again, and the ring seemed thinner now, more insubstantial. He lifted up the hammer and brought it against the stone with all his might, breaking through the thin shell that served as a barrier with one great smack!
There was an opening now, just large enough for him to fit through. He cautiously fit his head through the opening, half-expecting to see the still-occupied lair of a vicious Shrrg.
But there wasn't. What he saw made him gasp; this was a sight any dwarf would die to have discovered. He saw before him a great, gargantuan cavern, larger, wider than any he had ever seen. He was in the center of the mountain.
His workmates were with him in an instant, at first only coming to see where he had gone, but soon rubbing their eyes and falling to their knees, staring with reverence at the rocky crags.
It wasn't rare for dwarves to have cities inside mountains; no, what was shocking was that this was entirely natural. It had taken years – almost three hundred of them – to hollow out the mountains and then build the cities inside them. The other work teams were quickly alerted, then the other citizens. Then the grimstboriths and the priests.
Everyone.
In no time at all a new city was being built, with Korgan named founder, work crew director, and future king of the city. So far there were thirty-six floors and yet he called for more."Ridiculous!" his newly-picked advisers protested. "There are quite enough already! We have all the room we need!"
But by now, Korgan was powerful enough to shrug them off. He waved his new hammer, Volund, in the air. The light glimmered off of his helm, marked with a hammer and stars. "No," he promised, "those floors will help us some day, mark my words."
So... Um. That's the prologue. I know, sort of short, isn't it? But I was never ery good at long chapters. I'll try to make the actual chapters longer.
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