This is my version of Book 3 of the Inheritance Series, sort of something that is helping me bide my time until Mr. Paolini releases the official book 3. Oh, and I don't expect the actual book 3 to go this way or even be named the same. Anyway, this is my first fic for a book. I was previously published under the name "Eclipse" or "Sailor Eclipse" but as I see that name has been beaten to death, I chose my old website's title. Hence, I am Legendary Moon. Thank you for reading and I appreciate any reviews or constructive criticism (please, no flames…). Now, I present to you Enigma.

Enigma: (enig-ma; \i-'nig-mə, e-\) noun;1) an obscure speech or writing; 2) something hard to understand or explain; 3) an inscrutable or mysterious person ( 1


She moved quickly between moments of hiding. She knew that if she could just get rid of the twins, the Varden may just win this battle and she'd be able to return home. She was momentarily thankful that her size was small and slight as it allowed her to move relatively undetected behind enemy lines. A piece of golden hair fell across her bright green eyes and she swiped it out of the way. Different pieces of equipment that had been destroyed flew by her as she worked her way toward her destination. She was always careful of the fact that these were called 'The Burning Plains' for good reason. She ducked behind the carcass for a horse and paused to catch her breath. This would be a great spot from which she could launch her attack, as she was dead behind the twins. Many lesser men would have been detected by the twins, but they knew naught of her or her plans. Her mind protected itself. No one could detect her mind without her permission and knowledge, and that was thanks to her ancestors. She lifted a small, lightweight sword and readied herself to attack. She'd never used a sword before, but was ready to put all she was into the murder of the twins. Glancing up she saw a tall, brown haired man attempting to do the same as she was.

'Stupid boy,' she thought to herself, 'He'd better not ruin it as this may be our only chance.'

She watched as he ran up the back of the hill where the twins stood, wreaking havoc over the Varden's warriors, he lifted his heavy hammer, and smashed it into the twins, killing them before they knew what was happening. He whooped and charged forward down the hill, back into the fighting. She smiled brilliantly.

'Maybe they don't need my assistance after all…' she thought as she prepared to return to their tents. She wanted to begin treating the wounded.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a gruff voice growled as she felt herself lifted from the ground. A stench she could not describe infiltrated her senses. "Is this little mouse supposed to be a spy from the Varden?" The young woman's feet kicked, looking for the ground but to no avail. She was being held at the nape of her dress by a creature that was at least two full feet taller than she. It turned her to look in her face and she began struggling. It made a laughing sound and pulled the sword from her hand, dropping it to the ground. She kicked against it and her sleeve ripped from her dress. She dropped to the ground and made to run away as its other hand closed on her now bare arm. It was inspecting a symbol on her skin.

"I know who and what you are," it growled, "You'll be taken to the king."

"No," she whispered, straining to see her own shoulder. Sure enough, the symbol she'd been hiding was fully visible. The creature twisted its neck to the sky and screamed. The girl dropped to her knees and covered her ears. A scream from the air responded and she looked up. She didn't know what it was, but it didn't look friendly. She renewed her struggle to save herself, pulling at her arm and hitting the creature's hand with a stone she was able to reach.

"Enough of this!" the creature yelled and brought its fist down on the back of her head. Her view blurred then went black.

Roran heard the sound of the Lethrblaka and turned. It had landed not far from where the twins lie. He narrowed his eyes, watching the Raz'ac lift a limp figure across the back of its mount. For a moment, he had thought that it was Katrina… but no… this woman's hair was the color of spun gold and she looked shorter. The Ra'zac jumped onto his mount and they took off toward the black castle in Uru'baen.

'Another member of someone's family being carted off by those monsters!' Roran thought angrily. He swung his hammer with a mighty scream and felled four soldiers.

TBC in Chapter 2...