Okay so I guess Fanfiction wants to be a dick concerning my stories and delete words and intros. SMH ANYWAY Hello my name is Lycan_Jedi and I do more Mature styled Fanfictions. Mainly I stick to torturefics and rule 34, but I've decided to start getting into more Kid friendly stuff with my newest story The Jedi Guard. But I digress. This was the first Inheritance Cycle Fanfiction I've ever done. I have submitted it to Eragon Wiki's Fanfiction page and deviantart but no one is reading it, so I figured F# % it, let's try Fanfiction. First off this is a torturefic. I can't stress that enough there will be alot of physical and psychological torture in this, but I'll try to add warnings in big CAPITAL LETTERS. Also if any Ancient Language Phrases are used I'll leave translations at the end. CHAPTER WARNINGS: FLOGGING, CHILD TORTURE, BLOOD, DEATH

Chapter 1 A New Hell

"Ebrithal?" Eragon groaned. "Ebrithal? Are you all right?"

"Yes Moonstreak ." he looked over at his young Werecat student. The 1st werecat to ever join their ranks. He saw the gash on the boys head and felt the pain from his as well. The youngster only had his loincloth on his weapons and armor gone. Eragon too had lost his armor, sword, and tunic. "Have you seen anyone or heared anything?" he asked the clearly frightened boy "No Sir and Nightshadow won't talk to me either. I tried to break my chains but can't say the words of the ancient language."

"We've been drugged just remember your training and you wil be okay."

"Yes Ebrithal." Eragon thought back to when they were captured.

It had been a normal day of training. He had taken the young rider while Saphira took the dragon. Upon finishing their lessons they went to the stream to bathe. Upon reaching the stream Eragon heared a cry for help . He hadn't heared the voice in nearly 10 years but recognized it to be his brother Murtagh. He drew his sword and along with the young Werecat who had now changed to his cat-like form rushed to the aide of Murtagh. That was the last thing he remembered. "How did we get here?" the werecat asked. "We must've been knocked out and-". He was cut off by the sound of a door opening. He looked to the far side of the room and saw a man enter.

"Good you're both awake I would hate to have to torture only one of you." Eragon could feel Moonstreaks' fear. He tried to give a comforting glance but the werecat was too afraid to notice. "bring the werecat." At this two gaurds seized the young boy and dragged him out of the room. "EBRITHAL HELP!" Moonstreak pleded. "Moonstreak!" As soon as they were gone Eragon felt the chains holding his body lower him to the floor. "It must be controlled by magic." he said to himself.

He was still chained but able to walk around a little. The cell wasn't too big but it was big enough to fit at least a 5 month old dragon into. In the distance he heared the crack of a whip followed by a scream. Then another and another.

He counted each one 29, 30, 31 it kept going eventually the screams stopped but the beating wore on the lashes stopped at 90. He waited wondering if he had just listened to his students death. He began moving around the cell trying to find any weak spots in the wall or steel. Again he heared the boy scream. "Stay Strong Moonstreak." he said as tears formed.

After a few hours he found his binds being pulled back to the wall. Back in his original position the door opened the man entered followed by the two gaurds who were dragging the young boy behind them. They threw him to the stone floor. There was some hey covering the ground but not enough to give any give. The boy was in his cat form and was bleeding heavily from his back the silver line of fur down it was stained a dark crimson. His breathing was haggard. "What did you do to him?" Eragon demanded. "The same thing we're going to do to you." the man,no the monster laughed.

The gaurds seized Eragon who immediately began to fight. The man pulled a knife from his belt and brought it to Moonstreaks' throat. "RIDER!" he shouted Eragon turned as one gaurd lay bleeding from his head and nose the other dead of a broken neck. More gaurds ran in all armed. "Continue this and I kill him." Eragon surrendered he would have killed all of them if not for the blade at his students' throat. 8 of the gaurds seized him, another 9 held swords to various areas of his took him down a corridor to a much larger room. There was a stone slab in the center of it with shakles in the corners. The floor around it was slick with fresh blood. He was thrust onto it stomach first his hands were chained above his head, bringing the skin on his back tight. Perfect for a flogging. Eragon thought. "Are we ready?" that's when Eragon noticed it. He hadn't before because his cell was dark but here in the light he could see. This was no man but a Shade.

So there's Chapter 1. I know it's not long the first few Chapters were pretty short. Anyway here's The Ancient Language Phrases Used:

Ebrithal- Master/Mentor