AN: Christopher Paolini owns the inheritance cycle. Not me.
[From Eragon Between these two rode a raven-haired elven lady, who surveyed her surroundings with poise. Framed by long black locks, her deep eyes shone with a driving force. Her clothes were unadorned, yet her beauty was undiminished. At her side was a sword, and on her back a longbow with a quiver.]
Arya glanced at the pouch sitting on her lap again. Something in the air didn't sit well with her. She had traversed this path countless times before. Their route was a well-kept secret. She shook off her doubts and gazed at the unending road. For it was unending, back and forth they had carried the egg. Yet, it refused to break open and mark its rightful rider.
She was still buried in her doubts when Faolin suggested him and Glenwing switch formations. She articulated her assent and they swapped places. In an instant, the horses snorted and tossed their heads. She glanced around, as did her companions. As the horses were elf-bred ones, she knew they would not react that way unless danger was imminent. As one, they turned their horses and galloped the way they came. She sped up in front of her guard's horses as planned.
Blood red hair and pale skin are all she registered before she heard a shout of, "Garjzla!" A red bolt sprang into existence as expected. It sped towards her so that she had no chance to escape. With a fateful stroke of luck, it hit her steed instead. With no time for sentimentality, she leapt off of it with an elf's speed. She knew she shouldn't have but, she looked back at her guards. They had been slain by the Urgals' black arrows. She couldn't help but stare at their blood pooling into the grass.
When the Shade called for the Urgals to go after her, she couldn't suppress the cry of pain. Glenwing and Faolin were dead. She should surely be dead as well. She tentatively stepped towards them. Another thought flashed to Faolin, but she tamped it down. It was time to go, all was not lost yet. She sprinted into the forest and didn't allow herself to look back.
Smoke, the Shade must've set her part of the woods on fire. She could feel it pressing in on her, as well as her enemies. As the Urgals rushed toward her, she whipped out her sword. The adrenaline and rage coursing through her veins made her feel stronger. They came rushing into the clearing with their guttural war cries. She met them with a deceptively calm disposition. With deadly precision made from years of training, she dispatched the Urgals.
A slight whoosh of air from above was all that warned her of the shade approaching her. He landed in front of her. She tried to escape, but the Urgals had her trapped. She couldn't fight all of them and the Shade. Instead, she held her head high, ready to die for the defenseless egg in her possession. Still, there was one thing she could try.
When the beasts made to overwhelm her, she took the dormant sapphire stone from the pouch. Raising it above her head she muttered the teleportation spell in the ancient language. The words flew off her lips quickly, but accurately. As she felt the magic take hold, she knew the egg would be safe from the Shade. She also knew the Shade had sent a curse towards her. Before it hit her though, she smiled faintly at her last deed for the egg.
Brom, I trust the egg to your care now.
A burst of red flame, then the darkest black she had ever seen.
This was my first chapter, it was pretty close to the original, as far as plot because of how fast everything in this part of the story went. Future entries will be more developed and differ from the plot somewhat. Please read and review.