Please note: All characters that appear in C. Paolini's books on this page are from his imagination and are therefore his property. I am just borrowing them for this book and possibly more to come.
Also Note: This book may not seem to be at all related to Eragon, but in chapters to come you will find the connection.
Chapter 1
The Dream
She stared at them, wide eyed in terror as they pushed her over the banister. Down she sped, "NOOOOO!"
Zyna sat up panting, then turned a vibrant shade of red when she noticed Gavin and Marcov staring at her.
"Who pushed you this time?" Gavin Inquired. Zyna gulped.
"Zyna! Who pushed you?!" Marcov questioned with a very apparent edge of concern.
Zyna gulped one more time before replying, "You guys." Marc and Gavin just stared. She had had dreams like this many times before. They had started off with fictional characters pushing her over the banister of a 20th floor balcony. When it turned to real people it got quite scary. Usually it meant that who ever was pushing her would do something bad to her or someone close to her. This was horribly true when she dreamt it was her father. A week later he was shipped off to prison for attempting to murder her mother.
For the next few weeks Zyna was wary of every movement Marc and Gavin made. After a month and a half of nothing, she blamed the dream on her nasty fall from the cliff.
Early the next morning Gavin woke with a start after an unpleasant dream. He looked over at Zyna who seemed to be having an exceptional dream about food, for her lips were smacking open and closed in a huge grin. Marcov, on the other hand, always seemed stone dead while sleeping. Stone dead. That reminded him of his dream. The last thing Gavin had seen before he woke up, was Zyna. She was sprawled out on a pile of sharp rocks, covered in blood, and dying. Zyna; dead. He shivered and looked over at Zyna. Her smile faded and she shivered. Gavin took a deep breath and slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Marcov woke before Gavin and what he saw horrified him. "Oh my gosh! Zyna are you okay!" Zyna was shaking on all fours at the end of her sleeping bag. Her only response was, "The Dream."
It took Marc a bit to figure out what she meant, but when he did the color drained from his face. "Th…the…the same one?" he stammered, "With…" he gulped, "us?" She only nodded. Something bad was going to happen; she could feel it in her gut. Marc went to wake Gavin and the last thought she had before she fainted was I'm glad I'm already on the ground.