Disclaimer: Non, I do not own Eragon or anything related to it. However, I believe I have the rights to say Irewalņ and all its contents (including Olette) Woot!
A/N: This could collapse as soon as the last Inheritance novel is released (although I think even so, I'll not quit and just turn it into an AU) the girl's name is Olette, which I see I haven't mentioned. This is basically the teaser. Chapters after this will be written 3rd person.
To be honest, I just thought of this idea around an hour ago. I really hope it's a good one!
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Among the Flowers of Birethi
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I can hear them sometimes. Their voices… distant, and yet the closest I've ever been to the other world. The clouded world across the sea.
I wonder constantly if they can hear me too, but I've never been strong enough to ask them. I doubt it would matter, for their consciousnesses couldn't hear my voice. They are only feeble creatures of the past who have somehow managed to survive this long, with minds far too weak for such an exchange. Yet I still muse upon them, immersing myself in their feelings and forgetting my own. This is my rebellion against the urthiers. Our leaders, who forbid any type of exchange between us and the other world. It is because of their strict regulation of this law that the others do not even know of our existence.
Still many, including myself, have violated this law in a variety of ways. Reaching across the Eapul Sea and breaching the feelings of random humans is but one. Some have gone as far as to try sailing across without the urthuers knowledge, but none have succeeded. Lately, it seems as if the interest that once covered nearly all of Irewalņ has melted to only a handful of beings.
It was this that I thought upon as I strode across the Birethi Gardens. It was a spot I often came to when desperate for a place to think to myself.
The Gardens were a sacred space, built by Lorýng of the ancient generation. I've been told that the flowers that bloom there have been doing so since the very beginning of time, and I believed it, for not yet had I seen one do so much as wither. Coming to a pause, I reached out and touched the soft petals of a strange blue specimen. It curled gently over my finger and cradled it for a moment before I pulled away. I could feel the flower's anger and stepped back nervously, continuing my trek down the polished path.
I will meet you, Humans. This I swear, for the laws of frightened leaders cannot squash my curiosity. I will find a way… a road to Alagaësia.
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Pronunciation:
Birethi – BEER-ETH-EE
Urthiers – UR-THEE-EARS
Eapul – A-PULL
Lorýng – LORE-ING
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Sorry for the shortness, but tis only the intro. If you liked it, please drop a review!