Authors note: Maybe you remember me and maybe you do not, but hello readers Sueke's back! Many of you cared for my Inheritance book5, and it saddens me to tell you that I must discontinue it for the time being. I got a Beta reader, but then I encountered some difficult computer issues in which my computer crashed. Talk about blue screen of death! All my work was lost and it discouraged me immensely…I had well above six or eight chapters written and it all went to waste. :[. That being written, I am discontinuing it. It's really sad, but i have installed a new computer and wish to continue to work on progressing my writing. I hope you will all give my stuff another try and just maybe I won't disappoint you.
This is a severely AU story, much different from anything else I've done. But I'm inspired to write it and see where it goes. If you like, I'll continue. If you don't, then it is just solely for my entertainment and practice.
All CHARACTERS EXCEPT THAT OF MY OWN CREATION BELONG TO C.P. THIS IS ONLY A FANFICTION TO ENJOY CREATED BY SOMEONE WHO ENJOYS A GOOD STORY TOLD.
May I present to you without further ado…
Finding Alegaësia
Rain fell over the streets of Carvahall generously as a small boy in white sneakers ran in between garbage cans and discarded boxes of junk. His breathing came out in pants as he clutched at his knees. The rain pelting his oversized navy blue hoodie caused his skin to clutch at the material in rapidly forming bumps and he searched around him for shelter while the hollering behind him grew louder.
The boy had been sleeping on a park bench when the rain hit and forced him to go searching for warmth. The sweater he wore he had found casually thrown on a clothes rack in the heart of the city. No one would have missed it.
But the man of the house came outside just as the boy had been reaching for it and the bloke immediately resorted to launching for him. With a yelp, he ran with the large blue sweater thrown over his shoulder. He had not expected such a fuss over a discarded sweater, but boy was he wrong.
It had taken almost everything he had to outrun the man, who was running like an enraged bear, arms philandering and fists shaking with the promise of a good beating.
The boy didn't stay within his sights for long. Discovering a sewage puncture in one of the sidewalks, he held onto the sweater as he slid beneath the city and into darkness. Striking ground hard, he collapsed with an anguished cry and shook in exhaustion. His body was well malnourished and pale, and his curly brown hair was dirty and smelt like wear he had fallen. He sobbed for a time, clutching the sweater to his chest before slowly lifting his aching arms to place it over his shivering frame.
Once he caught his breath, the brown haired child arose in the darkness and felt for a wall to guide him. Reaching out to his left, he eventually felt one and proceeded to limp in the underground until he came across a latter.
Rats squirmed beneath his feet and hands as he gripped the cool metal but he could care less. Upon numerous occasions he had slept with the rodents during his time spent in a slum known as the Spine. Warmth was a blessing, and the thought made him rub the large sleeves of his new sweater before rolling them up to successfully climb the sewage latter.
The hoodie was very large and fell to his knees, but it was another layer and he would rejoice in it.
With a luck he had never had, the heavy cylinder that covered the sewer hole was uncovered, and he pushed it aside with frail palms. Pulling himself out, and back into the rain he observed his surroundings and found himself to be near the outskirts of Carvahall city. Fate didn't seem to want to give him a rest however, as two police men spotted him and began shouting and sprinting towards him.
Not wanting to climb back into the fowl stench of the sewer with the Spine so close, the boy ran. His legs wobbled and sharp pains shot through him whenever his holey sneakers touch ground, but he was scared, wet, and determined to escape captivity.
The shouts of the police officers grew dim as he cut in and out through alley ways and dark corners until finally he was forced to stop and clutch at his knees in pain and exhaustion.
That's when the police men caught up with him, their flashlights blinding him and making him whimper. One stepped forward to grab him, and the wild boy screamed like an animal before clawing at the man's hand. The officer yelped and snatched his hand back.
Wasting no time, the boy slid beneath his knees and pushed past the other office in a mad dash for the Spine.
"Leave em Ernie, he's obviously a slum rat!" Yelled the officer the boy had pushed past when the injured one attempted to call in reinforcements.
Deep in the heart of his slum now, the boy collapsed into the mud. The rain continued to fall and he shivered and cried in pain.
"Eragon is that you lad?" called a familiar voice. The only thing he remembered before darkness took him was the sharp blue eyes of a small blond haired friend.
