Hi, this is my very first fan fiction ever, I got bored and decided to try myself at writing something. I don't really know where I'm going with this yet so just keep that in mind. I don't really know how this works and I am completely new to Fanfiction, so if my ideas were not original, please let me know, and if you find my writings boring and full of errors, let me know too. And of course, I don't own the rights to Inheritance, or any of the Eragon series.
P.S. My grammar is terrible.
Chapter 1
It is a quiet Tuesday morning, Eragon is already up and preparing a sandwich for Saphira to bring to school. As always, Saphira is still asleep, curled up in her blanket on the sofa. Sighing, he tapped Saphira on the shoulder. No Response. He then shook her with a greater force, even yelling in her ear and still, he receives no response. Leaving him with no other choice, he picked up the last few pieces of bacon he was saving for tomorrow morning and started cooking them.
The bacons started to sizzle on the pan and is giving of the most delicious aroma. He could feel his own mouth water wondering what they would taste like for it has been almost a week since he had meat.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Eragon turns around to find Saphira rubbing her eyes.
"I can't believe I have to use food to wake you up again. If you can wake up on time, we could've saved at least five dollars a week." Eragon knows Saphira very well, and he knows that she has a very keen sense of smell, and it was what saved them that night eight years ago.
It was a cold Saturday night, Eragon was jerked awake by his stepsister Saphira, whom they found lying unconscious in a forest while hiking with his Uncle Garrow years ago. Looking over to his cousin Roran who is still sound asleep in the next bed over and then back to Saphira whose hand is tugging on his pajamas. It was then he realized that the house was unusually warm and he could smell smoke coming through the bedroom door. No he quickly got out of his bed and into his uncle's room to find Uncle Garrow lying in a pool of blood. Eragon tried to shake his uncle awake but he already knew why he's not responding. With tears in his eyes he ran back into his room to wake up Roran who woke with a groan and a glare at Eragon. It took quite a lot of explaining and crying before they dragged Roran out with them. Three minutes later, fire engines and police cars started swarming around the place, but by then, the house was already coming apart.
Snapping back into reality, Eragon realized Saphira already had four pieces of bacon, and is munching on the last one. Sighing again I guess I won't be eating meat for another week.
"Alright you pig, you're going to be late for school."
Saphira gaped at his insult, "Pig? Do I look like a pig to you?" Saphira was a 17 years old girl of 5'7" with medium length hair and has the most exotic blue eyes. She is certainly not a pig for she is very skinny, fit actually, and her body in the most perfect proportions.
"No but you certainly eat like one, now hurry up and get your ass out that door!"