Blazerules34: And, yet again, I have finished another good series. The Inheritance Cycle, I think, is one of my favorites. Actually, I know that it is. And, when you finish a good book you gain an excellent friend. When you finish a good series, it's like you're best friend dropped dead.

So, for my own sanity, I will create an epilogue for this, with my own character. Forgive me if I mess up on any of the spellings, this laptop…. And, something different with this story is, even if none of you like it, I will continue it for myself. The ending of Inheritance cut me more deeply than anything else. I'm going to have to find out if Christopher Paolini will make an add-on series or not…. I hope that those of you that read it will like it.

~During Galbatorix's time~

The little girl of fire hair looked into the sky, up at the fluffy clouds with more interest than most. She sighed in content; tales of the sky were her favorite. The sky looked perfect that day, bluer than any of them she had ever seen. She was only six, but to her, it was the best thing she had ever seen.

As she relaxed onto the grass, she glanced back at her house, nestled in next to a large boulder. She sighed happily. Life is happy now, even with the king they had. He never bothered them; why should she be worried? But her parents were. They, from what she learned when she eavesdropped on them, were afraid that he would find them.

To her, it was a silly fear. What was there to discover out here? But she had a funny feeling that not all was as it seemed. Sometimes, her parents let strange people stay in their house. Sometimes, they went out in the darkest time of night and didn't come back till the next day or later. But, how was she supposed to be worried if she didn't know what they were doing?

Her caretaker, Jaslina, made she had everything she needed. So what if she barely ever saw another child? She didn't need child companionship. She had nature, Jaslina, and her parents. She could see Jaslina now, tending to the garden, her shiny hair gleaming. Her hair was extraordinarily fair, almost silver, and her eyes were a shimmering gold color.

The little girl loved Jaslina. She told excellent stories, of elves and dragons, and the amazing Dragon Riders, now gone. Jaslina told her once, when her parents were gone on one of their outings, that because of their king Galbatorix was the one responsible for that. She was shocked. No more of the dragons, except for the terrifying Shruikan, because of the king? It didn't seem right.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the shout. But Jaslina did, and ran to the girl, scooping her up into her arms. Jaslina ran to the forest, soothing the girl with soft words. "Jenna, I need you to be very, very quiet." Jaslina whispered as they hid behind the tree line. Jenna nodded; she didn't understand what was going on.

A few minutes later, a shadow of a figure appeared in the garden right where Jaslina had been working. Luckily, Jaslina had figured about what was to happen and thrown her tools into the tree line near the house. Jaslina had been prepared. She had known that this would happen one day.

"I don't see anyone!" The man yelled back into the house. "Good. They weren't lying. Bring the prisoners out here!" Someone yelled back to the man, and he too came out as well. And, in a minute, more men came, dragging two people with them. It was Jenna's parents, Jenna realized with a gasp of horror. Jaslina covered Jenna's mouth with her hand.

"Yennivive and Daemon Traitormouthes," The man sneered the names, "You have been convicted of helping the Varden and plotting against the king." Here the man paused. "You have been ordered for execution."

Now Jenna was crying. She understood now. That's what the men that hid in their house had been doing. Trying to kill the king.

Yennivive was now crying, but she stayed silent, accepting her fate. Daemon tensed his shoulders. "Ready the axe!" The man ordered, smiling with something Jenna had never seen before, but she later came to understand; bloodlust. A big man, not in the stomach, but in the shoulders, came forward. He had a hood covering his face, a huge battle-axe in his hands.

"Do you have any last words?" The same man asked, gesturing to another soldier to rip out the prisoners gags. Yennivive spat at their feet, and Daemon gazed boldly at the executioner. "I have no regrets," He declared, lifting his head up. Yennivive looked up, catching Jenna's eyes. Yennivive's eyes widened. Behind her, she felt Jaslina nod once. Yennivive relaxed. "Nor I," Yennivive said.

"So be it," The captain said, and nodded to the man with the axe. Jenna didn't want to watch, but she couldn't move her eyes away. One of the soldiers forced both of her parents to bow, pressed against the dirt. The man lifted his axe, and swung it down. Daemon's head was suddenly no longer attached to his body. Jenna moaned, the sound muffled by Jaslina's hand.

Yennivive shuddered, forced to look at her husband's head. And, the axe bloody this time, was moving toward her exposed neck as in slow motion. She looked at her daughter one last time. I love you, she mouthed. And her head was severed.

Jenna moaned again, tears in her eyes spilling over. The soldiers gathered the bodies into sacks. "We need em' to prove to Galbatorix we killed them," The captain explained. And, as suddenly as they had come, the soldiers left.

"Oh, Jenna," Jaslina said, tears in her own eyes. "Why?" Jenna whispered, looking up at her caretaker. "Those men are bad people," Jaslina told her, "And so is the person who ordered them to do this."

"The king?" Jenna asked, and, reluctantly, Jaslina nodded. "Stay here," Jaslina ordered a moment later. She extracted herself from the child and moved toward the house. Jenna wept silently; her parents are now gone. She watched the door where Jaslina had disappeared into, certain she was going to hear another shriek as those evil men found her. But there was no shriek, and a few minutes later, Jaslina appeared and hurried toward the girl she left in the forest. She was carrying several sacks.

She emptied one by Jenna, and out came a silver dagger with the family emblem on it; a wolf howling. Jaslina handed it to Jenna, who looked at her uncertain. "Use it," Jaslina said. Jenna nodded and gripped it in her hands. It was a bit heavy, but she would get used to it in time. Jaslina showed her everything else she had grabbed; a bow and arrow set, Yennivive's clothes that would fit Jenna eventually, and food.

Jaslina stood up, and Jenna did as well, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "Ready?" Jaslina asked the girl with fiery hair. "I'm ready." Jenna replied, looking into Jaslina's eyes, taking her hand.

Jaslina started walking farther into the forest, and Jenna followed, away from her old life, towards a new one. She only looked back once.

Blazerules34: So how is this? Good? Not good? I'm going to continue this anyway. If you guys have any suggestions, review them please. Goodbye for now.