Hey guys! So this is my first fanfiction so please review and tell me your opinion. I honestly don't know where this is leading me maybe you'll have some ideas. Constructive criticiszm is welcomed!

Eragon was wandering in the forest lost in thoughts. It has been more than a week since his arrival to Ellesmera, since the beginning of his training with Oromis and Glaedr. He was thinking about what Vanir told him, doubting himself, Saphira trying to comfort him. Eragon finally raised his head realizing that he was lost.

"Don't worry little one we can always fly back to Ellesmera" reassured him the dragon.

Eragon smiled at his dragon and was about to climb to the saddle when a huge explosion tossed him aside. He fell on a sharp rock. Eragon felt a sharp pain in his left arm but he didn't even have time to see how bad the injury was; he felt another greater pain from the wound in his back, Durza's curse. The colors slowly began to fade, everything turned black. He lost consciousness feeling like if he was falling somewhere. The last thing he heard was Saphira in his mind shouting "ERAGON!"

It kept snowing and snowing. White beautiful swirling snowflakes. Turning and turning in the wind. Alice liked the snow. It was always so pure and clean, so beautiful. It snowed almost every day in where she lived. The wind was hard, blowing the snowflakes into her face, slowing her pace. She kept going, knowing that she was only ten minutes away from her house. Soon she saw it, surrounded by snow. Reaching the porch Alice turned around. Her footsteps were still visible but she knew that they would disappear under the snow after less than an hour. The storm would calm after a few hours then she would have to clean the porch from the new fallen snow. She caught the glimpse of blue and yellow striped light coming from one of the windows. Sighing she opened the door.

Cold air blew into the house and Alice quickly shut the door. She took her boots and coat off as well as her hat, gloves and scarf and put them on a hook near the door to dry. She took the big basket she carrying to the kitchen and went to the room from the windows of which was coming the light. She knocked the heavy wooden door. Not hearing any answer Alice knocked again.

''A few minutes more!'' said a deep voice. ''You can come in now!''

Opening the door she saw a short old man with grey hair laying on the floor looking at a black shiny panel across the room. He kept turning on and of two flash light one blue another yellow. Alice closed the door behind her and waited patiently for the old man to finish, she knew that he didn't like being distracted during his experiments. After turning off both the lights he wrote something down on the notebook near, him read it a few times then seeming satisfied turned to face Alice.

''I told you to make a few pauses between your experiments,'' she said reproachfully ''It's bad for your health. You said that you'll rest after your morning experiment''.

''I did,'' objected the old man,'' enough time to read through my old notes then I came across this old experiment and wanted to affirm the side effects once more and after that you know...''He smiled guiltily to the young girl.

Alice sighed. Her grandfather Mark Kashtanov always kept doing those strange experiments, redoing them, affirming the results then deciding that it wasn't enough and adding a few more details which led to another series of experiments. She looked at her grandpa and smiled.

''You must be tired. Come I'll make you some tea.'' Alice helped her grandpa up and they went to the cozy living room. Her grandfather sat in the soft armchair in front of the fireplace a book in hand. This was his favorite place to sit. Alice remembered how when she was little she sat on the floor near the armchair listening to her grandpa tell her stories or read her a book. She would usually fall asleep leaning on the armchair and wake up in her bed the next morning. Smiling at those memories she went to the kitchen. She put some water to boil and while it was boiling began to cut the vegetables for the soup. Alice took out the already cut chicken from the fridge and added it to the pot to cook. The teapot began to whistle. She poured some tea to a dark grey mug and took it to her grandfather, sitting on the floor near him. Alice pulled her knees to her chest, putting her arms around them, and then rested her head on her folded arms looking at the fire. Kashtanov sipping his tea looked at his granddaughter. ''She has grown into a beautiful young woman'' thought he. Alice was still sitting in front of the fire, lost in her thoughts, her long wavy copper hair falling over her shoulders. Feeling that she was being watched she turned to her grandpa, a questioning look on her face. One of her most beautiful features were her eyes: they changed color depending on the lightning and maybe her mood. They changed shades from soft chocolate brown to dark almost black brown. Meeting her questioning look the old man just shook his head smiling.

''I think the soup is finished cooking. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.'' She said standing up.

After dinner Kashtanov went to bed. Alice quickly finished washing the dishes and went upstairs to her room. The windows of her room had a view on the forest. The house was situated just at the border of the forest. It had two floors; the kitchen, living room, library and Kashtanov's office/study/experiment room were on the ground floor. The bedrooms and bathrooms on the first floor. There were more bedrooms on the second floor than needed for two people so Alice usually kept the doors of unused rooms closed and went there only to clean them once every week.

Passing one of those rooms she heard a faint sound. Alice stopped to listen. Again the same sound, a faint BAM. ''Maybe something fell from the shelves''she thought. ''But this rooms is empty! There shouldn't be anything in there.''

Alice hurried to her room. She opened the drawer and took the key. Returning to the door she unlocked it and went in. It was already 11pm so no lights were coming from the windows. Alice closed the door behind her and was holding out her hand to turn the lights on when BAM! The explosion pushed her away; she hurt her back to the closed door. There was bluing smoke from the explosion, it made her eyes water and her throat began itching. Alice began coughing. The smoke slowly cleared.

She discerned a black shadow lying on the floor in front of her. The shadow slowly moved something that seemed like an arm and began coughing. Alice hurried to the shadow. The smoke finally cleared and she saw lying on the floor a young man; face covered with dirt and blood, dressed in ripped bloody clothes. His whole left arm from the shoulder to the wrist was covered with blood. He was now unconscious. Alice looked up; the room was in perfect state exactly like she left it yesterday after she finished cleaning; there was no trace of smoke left. The only thing that didn't fit in was the young man covered in blood lying on the floor. She needed to help him. Alice dragged him to the bed and with huge efforts laid him down on it. She run down to the kitchen, took the emergency kit, a bottle of water and tissues then run back up. At the top of the stairs her grandpa was standing worried.

''Alice? What was that explosion? Are you alright? Where are running to?''

''There is a stranger covered in blood. He appeared after the explosion. I need to help him''

Mark followed his granddaughter to the guestroom where was lying the stranger.

Eragon awakened in an unknown room. He felt dizzy and there was a dull pain in his left arm. He turned his head to look at it: his arm was bandaged with clean white tissues from his shoulder to his wrist. He tried to lift it; a wave of pain hit him. Eragon winced at the pain and closed his eyes breathing deeply.

''Ah, you are awake!''

Eragon opened his eyes to the melodic feminine voice. He saw a young girl about his age, maybe a year or two younger, smiling at him.

''Where am I? What happened? Who are you?''

''One question at a time'' she said still smiling. ''My name is Alice. You are now at my house. I don't know how you came here nor why. You just appeared after an explosion in this same room two days ago.''

''Two days? I've been unconscious for two days?''

''Yes. ''

Eragon sighed covering his eyes with his uninjured arm. ''Where is Saphira?'' he asked suddenly.

''You were alone when you appeared'' replied the girl confused.

Panic rose in Eragon's mind. Where was Saphira? Why wasn't she there? He reached his mind out trying to find Sapphira. To his relief he felt her nearby.

''I'm hear little one, don't worry.''

''Where are you Saphira?''

''I am in the forest near the house. The house was too small for me to enter without causing destruction so I waited here. The girl doesn't know about me, I didn't want to frighten her.''

'' Where are we? In the Spine?''

''I don't think Eragon; this place doesn't smell like the Spine. But I can't be sure.''

"What about the girl? Can we trust her? Why would she help a stranger who appeared out of nowhere in her house?"

"That's a question you should ask her, little one."

Eragon opened his eyes, he closed them while talking to Saphira, and met the worried gaze of Alice.

"Are you feeling dizzy? Or is it a headache?" she asked.

"I am alright."

She nodded understanding that he didn't want to talk then pointed to a pile of clothes.

"Your clothes were all ripped and covered in blood it will take a little more time to mend them. Those are my grandfather's clothes; he's quite short, I'm not sure if those will fit you. Please bear with them while I mend yours.''

"Thank you."

"If you need anything just call me" she said closing the door behind her as she was walking out of the room.

Eragon closed his eyes leaning to the back of his bed.

"What did I get into?!"

So what do you think?Please forgive me the grammar faults:) Oh and I don't really like the name of the story so if you have any ideas PM me. Thanks again for taking the time to read this! Review if you liked :))