Chapter One- Black Rocks
Sa'ak looked over the Coast of Alagaesia, admiring the waves on their endless journey toward the land, crashing tiredly on the shore before being sucked back in, for the cycle to begin again. He wondered, like he had many times, about the land beyond his continent, where Eragon had gone to rebuild the riders so long ago. He looked down at the many scars on the dark brown skin of his hands, and marveled at how his life had changed. He had once been a simple nomad boy, trying to prove his worthiness so as to join his comrades and kinsmen on their hunts, when his entire perception of the world changed drastically. One day, Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, Had flown over his tribe. He realized then that the world was a much bigger place then he had once thought. His lust for adventure soon took over, and he soon left the grasslands that were his home, in search of more exciting adventures.
He was brought back to the present when the ocean breeze and salty smell that came with it hit his face. He did not know, but he looked for all the world like a black rock, being concealed as he was by his cloak, with its cool fabric, and the shiny raven feathers attached to the cowl by the hood, which was pulled up, concealing his face. The only thing breaking the illusion was the glint of light being reflected off of the massive greatsword fastened to his back. The sword looked to be unusable due to its size, considering it was nearly as tall as he was, and he was not a short man. In fact, while the blade was no wider than that of a normal sword, it was still so long that the overall weight of the blade would make it impossible for a normal man to wield the blade efficiently, if he could swing it at all. Still, Sa'ak was no normal man; he possessed a natural strength that eluded most men, even though his body was not overly thick.
He stood from his crouched position and, shielding his eyes from the sun, turned back and started toward the city of Terim. He knew what awaited him in the city, questioning guards and the jostling of the crowds, but he just sighed and thought 'I had better just get used to it'. He had never liked crowds, and he had his reasons for disliking being touched. He looked down at the tips of his black leather boots, which were shining under the light of the oppressive sun, and he knew not that in the days to come, he would not only have his thirst for adventure sated, but he would become one of the strongest warriors to walk the land, meet queen Nasuada, meet Arya, queen of the elves, meet Eragon and Saphira, his Idols, and have the fate of an entire world resting in his scarred palm. He had been through a lot, but none of it would compare to what lay in the near future for him.
AN: Hey, this is my first ever fanfic, an I wasn't sure if I should write one. Sorry if it is not that good, Please review so I know what I am working with. Need reviews for the next chapter. I DO NOT OWN THE INHERITANCE CYCLE