Okay. First things first. I do NOT own Inheritance nor any of Christopher's Paolini's characters. (If I did, I'd wouldn't have Murtagh get captured & put through the torture he went through) However, the only characters I DO own are Maeia, her dragon - Hyorinmaru - and any characters whom you may not recognize.

This is my first Inheritance story, so I'm hoping ya'll like it. Please R&R & let me know whether to continue or not.

Maeia stood in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing her brown hair. It reached down and rested just below her shoulders and was cut into several layers in a feathery fashion. Putting the brush down, she stared into the mirror. Her dark, unnerved eyes shone with a sharp calmness through her bangs. Turning around, she walked over to her closet and grabbed a white tank top and a pair of black jeans to change into. Before putting her top on, she glanced over her shoulder and into the mirror again. A rather large scar stretched across her shoulder blade, relatively unnoticeable unless her shirt was off. Shrugging a thought off, she continued dressing.

After getting dressed, Maeia paced through her room and grabbed a faux leather handbag. Large enough to hold several large books, it now held Maeia's college books for English and Computer Science. Shifting it over onto her shoulder, she walked over to her book shelf and reached for the blue hardback novel that stood out from the thinner books around it. It was her favorite book, Eragon. A smirk appeared in the corner of her thin lips, and Maeia placed the novel into the handbag. Very rarely did she ever leave the house without the prized book. She had got it on her seventeenth birthday, which was a few weeks ago.

Walking out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, she didn't care to notice the letter that laid on the counter, next to a platter of fruit. Glancing at it as she grabbed a mango from the bowl, Maeia knew that it was from her dad. He had to leave early to get to work at 6 'o clock that morning. Looking up at the digital clock on the stove, she saw that it read 8 'o clock.

"Hmph. Two hours ago. One hour before I woke up."

She didn't care for the fact that her father worked early shifts, but she did enjoy the silence that crept throughout the house. It was usually noisy with her younger brother and her mother, sometimes her father as well, bickering over some school dilemma. A nearly straight A student at the college and in high school, Maeia never had to worry about being yelled at. At least, with the exception of coming home late and staying in her room for most of the night.

She shook her head and took a bit bite from the fruit still resting in her hand. She turned towards the front door and left the house.

Maeia walked out of the Principal's office with a faint frown on her face. It had been the first time that she got in a fight with another student. Not only did she literally socked the guy in the face, but she also left a scratch that left a thin line of blood oozing from the wound within a matter of seconds. The guy pissed her off when he made a grab for her Eragon book from her bag, right in the middle of a test, and mocked at her. She had got a detention while the guy only got a warning for his actions. Pissed off, she walked quickly over to a table and took out a ham and cheese sandwich. She began eating it while glancing through the pages of her book when she felt the presence of several people behind her.

"What the hell do you want?" she muttered loud enough to be heard.

She was never much of a talker, but she couldn't put up with fact of people staring at her for no apparent reason. A chuckle broke the silence, annoying Maeia even more. Oh, so now they're going to mock me without the verbal language. Closing the novel, she got up and spun around to meet a group of five guys several years older than she was. Each of them had a sadistic grin on their faces.

"So...you're that bitch who scratched Tommy in English class."

Maeia glared at the one who spoke. He had short blonde hair and wore a leather vest with chains that suspended down to his baggy pants. She obviously thought he looked intimidating, yet she didn't care who he was. She took a breath a cocked her head to the side. She closed her eyes for an instant and smirked.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That would depend on what you think, asshole."

Maeia watched as a scowl formed on the guy's face. She loved pissing people off, especially when that person did something unforgiving in her eyes. She smirked even more when the guy turned beat red.

"You bitch! Don't you dare talk to me like that," he yelled as he grabbed the collar of Maeia's shirt. "Perhaps you should learn some respect for your elders."

The smirk turned into a deathly frown. The boy's actions had just penetrated Maeia's border line. One had even dared to push her, let alone grab her, to the point of no return. Now pissed off, she smacked away the boy's hand and snarled at him. The kid seemed to be enjoying this new reaction because he reached behind her and grabbed her novel. Maeia went to reach for the book, but the boy jumped back. A look of disgust formed on his face as he flipped through the pages.

"Ugh. You read crap like this. You really are a pathetic bitch."

He tossed the book to one of his buddies. They, in turn, took out a lighter a set the corner of the book on fire. Maeia yelped in panic and lunged forward. She punched the guy who lit the book and turned around to nail the blonde as well. They took off in a matter of seconds, her victims holding they bleeding noses. She spun around and grabbed the burning book. She took her handbag and patted the book to put out the flames.

"God dammit," she muttered under her breath.

The book was almost completely burnt, let alone a few pages in the middle. Maeia's eyes swelled but no tears formed. She cursed even more and got up. She slowly walked over to a trash can and hesitantly tossed the once untouched book into the trash. As if this fucking day couldn't get any better.

"God, why do you forsaken me to this stupid world. I hate this, all of this."

A strong wind suddenly picked up and Maeia thought she saw something flicker in the corner of her eye. She turned around to be met with a bright flash that obscured her vision, blinding her from seeing anything. Yelling in distress, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull. Pain coursed through the rest of her body like searing heat, causing her to lose conscious and pass out.