This is my first fanfiction. However, any constructive criticism is allowed and encouraged. This chapter contains some violence, gore, and torture, so certain people may find the contents of this fanfiction disturbing. Enjoy.
-Chapter One: Vagrants-
"You'll be my best friend, Voo…" Muttered a young girl, who's black, ungroomed hair hid her face.
She sat in a small, empty room. The walls were covered in cracks, and a single window shed some light to the ghostly scene. In the middle of the room sat the young girl, brushing a limp doll with a toothless comb.
The girl placed the doll on the cold cement floor, and grasped the comb in her hands. She drew an invisible line down her arm. She traced the line over again, and this time marked her arm a scarlet red. She wiped her arm with a dusty rag, and squeezed it upon the doll so the red liquid would stain it.
After that, she left the room, leaving the doll lonesome. The red mess on the floor evaporated quickly. The doll inhaled and emitted a tiny gasp.
"Voo, behave yourself,"commanded a dark, airy voice.
What seemed to be a doll mumbled in an incomprehensible language. It spit a bloody bone fragment, and dragged an amputated arm by its shoulders.
"Drop it. You'll spoil your dinner," said the dark voice again.
The doll pouted, and dropped the arm. It cleaned the dry blood off itself and wandered around.
The keeper of the dark, airy voice was a female. She wore netting like gloves, and torn black clothing that covered nearly all her skin, besides her face, which was practically covered by her pitch black hair instead.
The two were alone in the middle of a small town called Yazuac. The surrounding area was all dry desert. It was said that this village has been invaded by Urgals, and left uninhabited by and lifeless for a good few years. That didn't scare them though.
The girl kicked a corpse of an infant away from her path. She sighed and gazed at the rickety houses around her. There was nothing of interest in this village.
"What am I doing here anyways?" She wondered to herself, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. The heat must be making me lose my train of thought…
The doll tugged at the girl's skirt and pointed to the sandy horizon.
Ah, yes…She remembered now. Her goal was to reach Dras Leona, and gather information about Eragon 'Shadeslayer'. "Thank you."
The duo sauntered south, until they reached a river. It was a fairly large and powerful river, and the only way to cross it was to go around, which would take a long, exhausting while.
This is so troublesome…Thought the girl. "Come now, Voo, we will have to walk around the river," she explained.
The doll nodded and skipped alongside her.
After a few hours, they took a moment to rest and sat by a willow tree. All was silent, until they heard the familiar sound of screams by the other side of the river.
They watched a Galbatorix soldier being assaulted by a large Urgal. Stupidly, the soldier tried running across the river, but was overwhelmed by the running water and found himself drowned and dead. The Urgal roared in self-pride, as he swung his spiked club left and right.
The girl, out of curiosity, picked up a rock from the ground, and attempted to throw it at the Urgal. Missed, damn.
The Urgal became alert, and looked around for whoever threw the pebble. He soon spotted the girl, and furiously chargedafter her.
Quickly, the girl stood up, and so did her doll.
Without communication or words, the doll retrieved a black nail from under its scarf. It braced itself as the Urgal neared them. When he did, the doll stabbed the nail into the Urgal's left foot. The Urgal yelped in agony, and flinched. At that moment, the doll got ready another nail and stabbed him in his eye. The pitiful Urgal begged for mercy, crying blood and tears at the same time while bowing down to the doll.
The doll, however, had no sympathy for its victim. It gagged blood and needles, and embraced the leg of its mistress; the girl.
The crippled Urgal watched as a small stream of blood headed his way. When it touched his skin, the girl carried the doll in her arms. She retrieved a poison needle from her doll's gag, and stabbed the doll in the heart.
The Urgal screamed, cried, and slowly died.
She withdrew the needle, and let the fainted doll rest under the willow tree. The corpse in front of her secreted black wax from its wounds. With that wax, she created a candle. She lit it, placed it by the rotting body, and left it alone.
The girl caressed the doll, bathing it in the blood of its slain victim. The doll slowly came back to life, gasping. The gasps dissipated, and the doll stood up. While it cleaned itself from the blood, the girl got ready to depart.
"Come Voo, we'll find for shelter in Gil'ead," She said, noosing her doll with a thin strand of rope.
The doll growled, widening its stitched mouth, and drooled blood.
The girl cleaned the bloody mess with a torn piece of cloth, and carried the doll in her arms.
The two walked away, across the river, to Gil'ead.