Disclaimer: I do not own The Inheritance Cycle, Alageasia, or any of the characters within. They belong to Christopher Paolini and Knopf Publishing. I only own myself and my original characters. Any attempt to get money from me will result in disappointment.

AN: I'm back, and with a new story. I have decided to focus on a new idea that has been bugging me since before I thought of THD(The Hybrid Dragon). I am going to follow this one to the end for sure, considering that I have bits and pieces already planned out and half-written… somewhere. However, this means that THD and BBRG will be deleted. Sorry to anybody who actually liked the horrors that those two stories are, but I have realized that they need some major overhauling to be considered actual stories by my standards. Anyways, let's delve into the world of nonsensical musing. Just kidding… Maybe. To the story.

A deer walked slowly into an alpine clearing, before stopping halfway out of the dense bushes that lined the small meadow. The wind carried a different scent on it then the last time the young buck had visited the glade. He didn't recognize the scent. New plant, maybe? It didn't smell like it. He took another sniff. He went on alert. He smelled two-legged-hunter-trickster. He darted back into the thick forest. He wasn't going to mess with one of them. It never ended well.

A bush rustled as a young man stepped out of his hiding spot, longbow in hand. He looked at where the deer had emerged and disappeared into the forest. He sighed. Another deer lost, another day out here. He thought. He didn't mind being out in the woods, quite the opposite. He just didn't want to endure another storm at night. He turned and walked through the brush, making sure to keep an eye out for predators. He was also eager to end this hunting season with at least a kill to bring home.

He brought a hand to shield his grey-blue eyes from the bright evening sun as he looked up to try and gauge the approximate time. He guessed he had enough time to get back to his camp and get a fire going, before the sun was completely behind the mountains. Hiking a mountain in the dark wasn't fun, especially when your only flashlight was at your destination. Even more so when the sky threatened to dump cold rain on your head at any moment.

He started climbing.

The sun had fallen quicker than he thought it would, by at least an hour by his watch's time. He didn't stop however, he wasn't even going to try to keep two camps memorized. I can barely keep track of one, he thought as he backtracked to where he made a wrong turn without noticing. Need to pay more attention, I don't need to end up trying to fend off a bear because I ran into its' cave. He reached a familiar spot, marked by a conifer tree whose thickness and sheer size were an oddity nowadays. He went right up to and put a hand on it.

"The sights you must have seen, to be so old…" He murmured to the tree, a sad look on his face, "To have reached the sky so high… Have you ever felt the bite of an ax like so many before you? Do you remember your cousins as they fell to the greed of my ancestors?"

He shook his head and sighed, continuing on to his camp. The Sun's last rays haloing the tree as the wind picked up.

The branches of the elder pine clacked together ominously.

A few minutes found the youth finally arriving at his campsite, cussing the weather as it suddenly opened up on him. He dashed into his shelter as lighting and thunder resounded around him. He fumbled around in his pack, trying to find his flashlight so he could see. He cussed when he realized that his brother had taken it with him when he went home.

He flinched as a bolt of lightening struck frighteningly close to where he was sheltered. The branches that made up the roof of his little shelter seemed to almost fly away in the wind that pummeled the forest around him. He yelped when another bolt struck, close enough to watch the tree it struck splinter. This is getting dangerous, the young man thought as he covered his ears against the deafening boom that almost preceded the tree's demise. It was as if the sky crowed in delight of the destruction it unleashed on the earth below.

He quickly dug his gear out of his pack to reach the ground tarp and blanket he kept at the bottom of everything. Trust it to me to finally get into a habit and then it become inconvenient. He covered his ears as thunder marked another trees demise, before pulling his tarp and blanket out. Quickly kneeling on top of the tarp and throwing his tattered blanket around his shoulders, he mentally prepared himself for a long night.

I hope I make it through this storm. He thought as multiple booms echoed all around.

He awoke to a predawn forest, trying to remember how long he had stayed up. The scent of wet earth and pine filled his nose, aggravating a headache that he was starting to notice. It grew in intensity until he was gritting his teeth and practically tearing his hair out. It disappeared quickly, leaving him confused. What disappeared? Where am I? He looked around and sighed. He remembered a clearing, not the one he was in, and… a storm, but the only signs of the storm was the tree he watched get turned into a splintered mess. Something glinted on the stump, drawing his attention. Curiosity tried to sink its' claws into him, but he shoved it into a corner of his mind. It continued to bug him as he turned around to go pack his stuff. Shock made Curiosity take a back seat. All that was left of his stuff was his tarp and blanket(he thanked God for that, the blanket was important to him), his bow and quiver(No arrows, he thought), his pack, and the bar of metal that he had ground down into a crude club/sword thing. He had it with him for defensive purposes. An inscription on the blade made him pick it up. It read "May your foes' shields shatter, their bones break, and your own remain whole."

I haven't inscribed anything on this yet, it is.. was incomplete! The young man thought, noticing that it seemed to somehow have been finished. He thought he felt a sense of pride, but it fled as soon as he noticed. He payed it no mind. The sword found its' spot on his right hip, opposite his hunting knife. He put his tarp and blanket in his pack and shouldered his bow and quiver. A glimmer of sunshine made him look at the stump again. Curiosity struck again, this time the youth gave in without a fight and approached the charred, fragmented chunk of wood finally what had been so shiny… A rather large egg.

Oh my….SHINY! Must have… Review if you want, I might respond.