This is my very first fanfic ever. I have an extremely vague idea of where this is heading, but I'm not entirely sure if it's going to work. But I would be very, very happy if you stick with it. And yes, it's short, I know. This is going to be a series of short drabbles about... well, read and find out! (Though I'm sure you guys already have a pretty good idea.)
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the Inheritance Cycle. Do you really think Mr. Paolini would be writing fanfiction about his own book?
She did not know who her father was.
She had never asked.
It had crossed her mind, certainly, for her appearance was so obviously different from those around her.
She wondered, and speculated, and imagined.
Yet she never asked.
She knew that when the time came, she would know, and not until then.
(The way she thinks is very much like her people's.)