A/N: This is my first Fanfiction, it's timed a few weeks after Brisingr ends.
Disclamer: I do not, nor will I ever, own the Inheritance Cycle
Wake up, little one. Eragon stretched up from bed, starry-eyed and bleary from the celebrations of the last night. Morning, Saphira, has breakfast come to the room yet? Smoke billowed from her nostrils and she chuckled. Do you not remember? You told Nasuada that you would join her in the library as soon as you woke up, you would dine there. Eragon slapped his forehead. Oh, I forgot, I'll get dressed and leave right away, thank you for remembering.
Not a problem, I'll be there as soon as I get my own food.
Eragon came to a halt at the library, stomach rumbling, Brisingr on his waist, and ready to be rebuked. Suprisingly, Nasuada wasn't there, but both Angela and Elva were. Eragon slowed his brisk pace.
"Am I really this late?" He inquired.
Angela replied, "No, not at all, quite to the contrary, actually, you are very early, Elva and I had hope you would come early, we wish to discuss something with you."
"No, I do not want to discuss anything with mister Shadeslayer."
The last word was spoken from her mind, rather that her voice.
Saphira, Arya, Blödhgarm? Help? Please? Eragon tried to reach someone's mind, and failed. Eragon was alone, with a witch who's looks deceive her, and a two-year-old who had the voice of a old woman, and resented him. Not to mention, she's gifted, very gifted.
So, that's it, for the first chapter at least, PLEASE tell me what you think, I don't know what to think of it, If enough people like it, I'll continue. If not, well, I'll probably still continue