Me: Yo! So my computer broke last week and I had to go without internet all week which was especially horrible in biology because all the teacher does is talk, and talk, and talk, and talk and she doesn't even talk about what we're learning!
Shadow: Yea, she prefers to talk about genetic disorders and puppy farms and then she wonders why half the class is failing.
Me: So anyway, in this week of torture, I came up with the idea for this awesome fanfic! Well I hope it's awesome.
Lightning: I'm just glad to have another fanfic to read.
Me: So anyway this is my first prologue ever so be nice and bear with me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon, or do I? Could I possibly be Christopher Paolini in disguise?
Shadow: Seriously, stop freaking out these innocent fanfic readers!
Me: Fine, anyway on with the story!
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Galbatorix sat on his throne, staring at the shade standing in front of him. The shade had brought what the king had wanted. A promise of a kingdom forever in his control, if only he controlled the destiny of the one person who could possibly overthrow him. Now that the shade had brought the ancient prophecy to him, there would be nothing to stop Galbatorix from discovering the person and bending him to his will. It was time. Galbatorix reached toward the bundle in the shade's arms that held the scroll that contained the prophecy. As Galbatorix felt the rough scroll, he could almost feel the power it held. Galbatorix kept his face impassive as he reverently opened the ancient scroll.
Galbatorix felt the surprise as he read the words, but he knew his face gave nothing away. He wouldn't need to do a manhunt after all. The source of all his unrest was already in his possession. Galbatorix felt his face stretch into a wide, sinister smile. The fate of Alagasia was in his hands now. It always had been, the difference was that now, no one would be able to deny his control. The shade smiled with bloodlust when he saw his master's apparent assurance of success, his maroon eyes narrowing in anticipation. Even his long, pale fingers flexed as if of their own accord as the shade realized what this possible enemy could mean for him. If he proved supportive of Galbatorix as he clearly suspected, he would still need to learn what was acceptable. Durza smiled an even more deadly, malicious smile, listening as his sadistic thoughts filled his head. Both were planning their deception as it would pertain to the boy. Little did they know, the son of Morzan would not be swayed as easily as they imagined.
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Me: Yea, so it's really short but it's just the prologue so the actual chapters will be longer!
Shadow: She's just saying that, she doesn't mean it!
Me: Lies! Blasphemy!
Lightning: If your other chapters aren't longer we'll just kill you in some horrible way that even Durza would shudder at.
Me: Yikes! So anywho- review plz! And NO FLAMES!
Shadow: All flames will be given to me to roast marshmallows!