Broken Reflections

Everythings not lost

Disclaimer: yes oki im afraid this is not really on the basis of the story, it is a bit warped and changed and…fuddled but I really, really think you will like it or at least will want to take a peek. Even if after a second you're swearing and exploding XD though…YES THOUGH I can chain it into the actual real evens of the Eragon novels if you want, instead of just leaving it…like...Well yeah this but anyway…I guess I better get on: D….

An owl hooted in the dense forest shrouded by darkness, it was an unknown place where many a child went missing; it was also off limits to any personnel excluding the king and his friends. A blonde haired boy emerged quickly from behind a tall oak tree in a dense forest. He looked about him quietly, as tense as a hunter roaming for his prey. Damnation! He would find that dratted deer if it was the last Fu…A flicker of piercing blue made him jump, automatically startling the female deer that shoot of into the vast darkness that held the wood. The sound had created a slight wave of air and the boy turned to inspect the new object as the short breeze blew gently across his face, a harsh smell of burning flesh seared through his nose and he had to sneeze gently before carrying on. He gulped, something wasnt right…he could feel it around him…then again nothing ever was he smiled airily to himself, then brought his attention back to the glowing object or intrusion in his case. He raised an eyebrow and dropped down to his knee… what was this…an egg, out here of all places, so many questions rattled through his mind, each growing worse by the second. A twig snapped to his right, the young boy twisted violently to the left to search out the noises occupant just as a black falcon swooped out its great wings and fled for the sky, cawing angrily in its haste, Though he laughed to himself at how foolish it seemed he was visibly shaking and while he slyly stuck out a tentative hand to try and touch it…hold it…. a scalding sensation suddenly rushed up his arm and throbbed darkly in his hand…"Shit…" he exclaimed holding his scarred hand aloft so he could see it better. After giving it a few shakes he looked into it, shakily turning his hand and what he saw made him gasp. A deep red scar curved beautifully in the corner of his hand, just by his thump twirling around and around in and endless circle it seemed…He looked about him one last time, just to be sure this wasnt some joke or in fact if he wasnt being spied on, but there was no one...nothing moved, nothing breathed, it was like living in the world of the dead the boy shuddered gently then went back to the egg. He frowned and touched the egg quickly this time, no searing pain…nothing just a strange feeling of…

"GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED NOW, OR DO I HAVE TO USE THE IRON ROD AGAIN" being wanted…Eragon more than sighed heavily. He could feel the beginnings of the burn in his left hand. He raised his hand to his face to check…and sure enough there was a livid welt where a poker had been pressed up against it. Eragon sighed heavily while lifting himself of… the living room floor? Somehow he had forgotten how he had ended up here of all places and with a rub of his head he stood up woozily. Well if that isnt the perfect wakeup call…he growled angrily to himself. Everything had gone pear shaped ever since he had moved in with his dad? He didnt even seemed to be a dad and he only wanted him for the money, he guessed as a loving father wouldnt usually throws you against the window just to say "I love you". Eragon shivered nervously as he slunked down the twisting stairs, careful not to thump because of what had happened the first time he had done that…he thought he should be happy…how wrong hed been…

Flash back

Im afraid you're going to have to live with your dad now…im sorry" the woman in grey seemed to be truly sorry, as if something was keeping her from grabbing his hand their and then and racing over the hills. He wished his mum would do that, say it was all a joke….he never remembered his mother, all that was left was a burnt picture and a few leaflets about her marriage etc, but a necklace and a grand realistic dragon stood behind her, thats why Eragon always talked about dragons but as soon as he spent 5 minutes here, her remembered never to again. There was also a ribbon which he treasured as her sweet smell still wore on, it would always turn his frown upside down, as his cousin would say. But he was leaving them behind and going…somewhere dangerous, he could tell but he acknowledged it with such pride the woman seemed ready to cry. Waving goodbye to the grey vehicle he stole a glance at the house, being 13 the world seemed glum, especially as his uncle had just been murdered and the case seemed to be dying…but…shaking his head he stole for the house as the first patter of rain dripped behind him. He opened the door and rushed up the steps, only to be called back down. He sighed and jumped down the steps and on jumping on the last step received a punch in the face. It was so sudden and powerful it sent him reeling back into the stairs and gasping for breath while he held his face in his hands. There wasnt even apology, just a grunt and then he was gone…that was when Eragon knew hell TRULY existed, and he knew he was being punished for not being able to save his uncle…

End flash back

And to think that only happened last week…

Disclaimer: well of course I now ask…shall I continue or mark it as GARBAGE not eve worth reading. And if you're bored mark it out of 10-10 being the highest, give me feedback and of course answer my question at the top XD have fun… but don't go mad: D

MR