an: This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it.

I own the Inheritance cycle, Harry Potter and Cirque Du Freak... hahah! Just joking! the inheritance cycle belongs to Christopher Paolini, Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling and Cirque Du Freak belongs to Darren Shan.

prologue

On a lonely hilltop surrounded by an endless expanse of rolling countryside, stood a man. The man didn't seem very threatening, he was quite chubby, wearing colourful boots and there was a heart-shaped object around his neck. But despite his commical and slightly child-like appearance, there was an aura of pure evil and menace around him. Anyone who happened to walk past would feel a chilling prickle down their spine and would feel an irresistible erge to run far away and never go anywhere near the hilltop again. Well they would probably only have enough time to feel scared before they were painfully killed by the mysterious man. But luckily no one walked past that day and no one was killed... well not there anyway.

The man raised his gloved hands, palms facing up and begun to chant. The language he was speaking was harsh and alien. It struck fear into the hearts of nearby animals and drained the life from all the plants and insects in a 300 km radius.

"Haarakki jny'unghaorr srengrd djialaekkra."

The air around the man pulsed with demonic power and a nimbus of grey light enveloped him.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr nozrahn Drakk'arget."

Streeks of silver, sapphire blue and ruby red appeared in the grey light.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr tzaelahnu Djarvlan."

Tawny and emerald streeks joined the silver, blue and red streeks in the grey light.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr aqryth xraed Blaodhar xurr Aldir."

Streeks of blood red and black were added to the other streeks.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr qyath Thaal xurr Haarokin."

A bolt of lightning struck the still pulsing light and a small tornado started spinning around the man. The light gained storm-grey, gold and emerald streeks.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr qyath Vraxyr."

Bright red and orange flames burst into existence, burning unaffected by the strong wind.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr qyath Haqeirah."

The ground rumbled and lava broke through its surface. the nimbus now had bronze and amber streeks running through it.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr qyath Kylith."

The grass that had previously been withered and dry were now full of life. Forest green streeks added to the colourful magic.

"Shrekkurahg ptarr djemaani Azrylin."

A thick myst descended on the hilltop and a wave of icy water washed over the man. Indigo and aquamarine streeks completed the swirling power.

"Shrekkurahg ptarn kal Djaedn'raalaq!" he brought his hands together.

The clap echoed in the silent countryside. The magic twisted into a 5 m wide circle floating in front of the man. He lowered his hands and stepped away to examine the circle. It was white and seemed to flicker in and out of existence.

The man nodded, "this should be interesting, those children will be in for a surprise," the man smirked and disappeared.

translation:

"May a gateway be opened."

"Call the Drakk'arget."

"Call Djarvlan's warrior."

"Call the true prince of Blaodhar and Aldir."

"Call the child of Thaal and Haarokin."

"Call the child of Vraxyr."

"Call the child of Haqeirah."

"Call the child of Kylith."

"Call the twins of Azrylin."

"Call them to Djaedn'raalaq!"

AN: This was written a year ago so its not that good but the next chapter will be better and longer. Sorry for not translating the names but true names are important and I want to see if anyone can guess what they mean. So if you have any ideas about the meanings or anything else to do with this story review. Even if you don't have any ideas just review to tell me what you think. Well anyway, I'll try to update soon.

Haqeirah