Yes, this story also has a Lizzie with brown hair and eyes (it's not me people). Thing was that I was originally going to put her in a Eragon/OC story but my friend thought I should put her in a POTC fic. So I tried that but it didn't work really so now the original Lizzie is in this. So tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon! Der…

Snowfire walked through the snow. Eragon couldn't help think about Murtagh. His brother! Surely there had to be some mistake. But try as he might, he could not convince himself that Murtagh wasn't his brother.

Be at peace little one, said Saphira, worry no longer for he can not harm you in any way.

I know that, replied Eragon, but I can not believe he betrayed me like that. And he is my brother!

I know dear heart. But maybe it is a good thing that you have a brother.

How so? He is with the Empire, not the Varden. He is the enemy and I should hate him but I…

Shhh, I know. Your secret is safe with me.

Eragon continued his travelling to Ceris in Du Weldenvarden…

In Ceris

Lizzie woke up in cold sweat, gasping. She had another nightmare, this time about a black dragon carrying her to a place where four black mountains loomed above her. She was frightened, weak and helpless. It was always dreams like that. It wasn't that she was a seer or anything though.

A bird on a post beside her bed, sang a couple of notes feeling her master's pain and fear. The notes hung in the air and soothed Lizzie and gave her strength. The bird was a strange sort of bird and its type couldn't be identified. She was golden tipped with white and her eyes were a blazing green and her name was Aleta.

Lizzie got up and got dressed, putting on a plain red dress and shoes. She put her hair in a low ponytail and grabbed her basket and her arrows and quiver. She grabbed an apple, a piece of bread. She called to Aleta, who rested on her shoulder, and set out for the woods surrounding the small village where she lived.

She was a plain sort of girl in a way. She had medium pale skin, brown eyes and curly hair that went down to her ankles. She didn't have any very nice features, or so she thought. Because, being an orphan, she didn't have anyone to tell her she was pretty or to argue with her when she thought she was plain.

She had lived by herself in a small, run-down house all by herself since she was the age of three. Living by herself had made her a quiet person and was often teased and ridiculed for it. She got called lots of names like Repunzel, loner, fat (which she wasn't), ugly and all other horrid names. She sighed as she began thinking why they called her so. Repunzel was the one that she didn't like the most for it was a name for a princess and she was far from one.

The sun was just starting to rise and the wind started to blow. Lizzie could just see the sky turning a different colour and often wondered what it would be like to be in an open space and see the sun rise and set. She had often day dreamed such things but never had actually seen it.

Suddenly her foot hit something and she fell over. She looked to see what she had tripped over and found that is was a white stone that looked a pale blue in the morning light. She picked it up and knocked her hand on it gently. A note so pure it would hurt to hear it if you had sinned only once, rang from the stone. It's hollow! How odd, thought Lizzie as she put it in her basket. She walked through the forest, hardly making a noise and she saw a doe that had a limp in it. She shot it with one of her arrows and gutted it there. She went to the stream near by and washed the blood off her hands.

She returned to her home and cut up the meat in the kitchen. The house had changed remarkably from when she had first lived in it. She had repaired basically everything herself except for a few things that the smith, David, did for her (he was the only man who treated her with kindness but died three years ago and people blamed Lizzie for it).

She got the white stone out and put it on the table in the middle of the kitchen/living room. She stared at it for some time, wondering what it could be. She had heard of some mysterious stones that hatched into mythical creatures and thought that this could be one of them.

Lizzie decided that it would be best to keep it close to her at all times for she felt a strange fondness for the stone. This is ridiculous! I'm taking a liking to a stone and it isn't even alive! Oh well, Lizzie thought as she carried the stone to her room. She also decided that it would be best that no one knew about the stone in case someone stole it or smashed it.

The rest of the day was rather dull. Everything seemed to be the same. She went to the market, bought some new cloth, went to the butcher and traded the meat for money (she kept some at home), went to the bakery and got some flour and then went home. All the while she seemed to be in another world, thinking about the stone. Her legs seemed to take her where she was meant to go and she felt sort of like a robot.

She recovered her senses when she got home and was shocked to see that everything on her 'to do' list was done. Now how do you suppose that happened? I don't even remember going to the village, Lizzie thought as she put down her basket and went to check on the egg that was lying on her pillow. The very sight of the egg comforted her in a way. She greeted Aleta with a scratch on the head and gave her some apple that she had cut up.

The day passed on as Lizzie baked some bread and a salad. She went to the little book store and got a couple more books. She cleaned up the house and dusted everything that had dust on it. Then she took a break, sat down on her bed and read her new book.

Night had fallen when she had just finished dinner and was cleaning up. She got ready for bed and went to sleep. This time her dream was that she was flying through the sky and everything was small beneath her. It was one of the nicest dreams she had but was woken up by a sudden

CRACK!...

He he he. I am evil leaving you there but I'm sure some of you BIG Eragon fans know what may happen but I will not tell you. Anyway, for those people who do review could you please give me some names for a white dragon? I need a name badly ."! And for those who are interested, Aleta means winged warrior.

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