Holy crap! I am really uploading something! Everyone be amazed.
Okay, now to bushiness, first off I would like to say that I do not own The Inheritance Cycle, I'm not that amazing. Everything other then my obvious OC's belong to Christopher Paolini.
I really hope you enjoy this cause it's been stuck in my head since I first read Eldest.
||Chapter 1
Eragon awoke suddenly from his sleep like trance as he felt the first of his wards, which surrounded the camp like a shield, shift. He sat up right on the cote in his small tent and listened in silence. If it had been a raid from the empire he would have heard the solders noisy footsteps, even from this distance, but there was nothing. Moments later the second ward shift; there was someone coming into the Vraden's camp, there was not doubt about it. He roused Saphira.
What is it little one? She groaned, a large sapphire eye gazing at him through the opening of the tent.
There is someone or something coming into the camp. Replied Eragon calmly.
Should we warn Nasuada or take care of him ourselves? She asked, a low growl reverberating in her muscled throat.
Let us wait as see if this intruder trips the traps we have laid, if the pass them, which I highly doubt, then we will take care of him.
There was no doubt in Eragon's mind that no one but a rider like himself or an elf would be able to detect the magical traps he and Arya had set around the camps and if the traps were avoided they would have much more to worry about than just an intruder.
Unseen in the dark of night, a figure passed silently toward the flickering lights that were the Varden's camp. It stopped, as if by some unseen barrier, but then simply lifted its lift hand muttering unheard words into the wind and passed through the first ward. Less than a minute later the figure stopped again blocked by another ward; this one stronger then the first, but again it passed through with ease.
It continued on through the darkness towards the light of the Varden, which was steadily getting closer. The figure, keeping to the shadows, slipped past tired guards who patrolled the surrounding area and walked as an unseen shadow by the fires that they used to warm themselves throughout the freezing night. When it was safely out of the line of sight of the guards it came to a sudden halt. Less than half a league away laid the camp. Nestled between the Hadarac Desert and the empire, it looked almost defenseless, almost.
The light of the camp barely reached the figure, but there was no mistaking it now as anything other than either an elf or human woman. Her long dark hair billowed slightly in the wind as she looked out towards the camp. Though her face was covered with shadow, it was evident that she was beautiful, plump lips and small straight nose was all that could be seen, if there was anyone to see it. She was slender and was dressed in tight warn leather pants and jerkin which was pulled over a cotton shirt.
A smile spread its way across her beautiful lips as she surveyed the camp.
I'm at the camp, shall I proceed? She asked through the link in her mind.
As you wish, though I still think this is a bad idea. Came the worried reply of her companion who sat restlessly in his camp, less than ten leagues to the North.
I will be alright, do not worry my love. She said in a soothing voice, trying to calm her over-excitable friend.
Be safe.
I will. She broke the connection; a sodden feeling of emptiness filling her.
She smiled again now, wider than before; she spoke aloud. "Now, come and get me," she whispered into the wind and stepped forward, knowingly, to trigger the trap that laid hidden just a hair's breadth from where she had been standing.
||A/N Okay people this is my first chapter of my first fan fiction, so be gentle.
Reviews would be great; tell me what you think and what I can do to improve.
I hoped you enjoyed this and more should be up soon… I hope.
