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I do not own Eragon or Eldest. I will not repeat this again in later chapters as It gets extremely annoying after a while...

Ello people I hope you like this story. I am improving my writing skills so if you don't like this chapter wait until farther into the story to judge. At the end of the chapter I have a game that we will play every chapter Winner gets their name in the Intro for the next chapter (More details at the end of the chapter). Sorry for any misspelling mistakes and bad grammar as I am not the best speller in the world. And sorry if the first part of the story is depressing.

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Sealing of Fate

"Here I am standing on a wooden block. I hear all these rich people screaming out numbers at the man who is holding a leash tied to my neck. I'm staring down at my feet. They are filthy. You can barely see my skin its so dusty. But you can see the scars on them from whippings, some still are red. I can't help but think. 'My life, is it really worth living?' I lost everything I loved and cared for. I lost my life. Not my whole life like a dead person but a life of family and friends, a life of love and happiness.

My father always said that at the end of everything there is a start to something. But what if I don't like the start? What if I want the end back? You never know what you lost until it is gone right? I lost everything now what do I have left? My present and future. I know what my present is but what is my future? I will have to wait and find out. Who knows what can happen?"

I hear the bidding getting higher and higher, I also hear the cries of babies being taken from their mothers as the mothers are also crying. I hear the silence of the men who are slaves who just stand there looking dead inside. And I hear the final call of the man holding my leash yelling 'sold!'. I hear the sealing of my fate."

"How did it get to this? How did I come to standing on that block? I will tell you now so listen carefully as this is how my story goes..."

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A group of deer came running through the grass. A boy was crouching in the long grass with a bow and an arrow strung . The leader was a strong buck with large antlers. He wasn't the target. The target was a elderly doe that was limping. The doe was falling behind the pack due to it's leg. The boy dared not to move "Its all come down to this" the boy thought. He aimed carefully, his eyes squinting to make sure of the target and... twange , thestring of the bow went. You could hear the whistling as the arrow flew through the air hitting it's mark right in the doe's thigh. The doe limped on with pain but after two yards fell to the ground dead. By now the rest of the group of deer were too far awayto notice that one of their own was dead.

The boy stood up. He didn't look more then fifteen. He was wearing a yellow tunic that looked like it needed a wash and worn leggings that looked too big. His skin was tan from being out in southern sun all the time. His hair was blond and dirty at that. He was small for his age and he was thin.

He wiped his dirty hands on his tunic and walked over to his kill. He walked around it admiring his work. "Father is going to be so proud" he said out loud. "But now comes my least favorite part" he thought. He returned to the brush and pulled out his large pack. He opened it and reveled a knife and a few more tools that are required for butchering. He turned to his kill. He wasn't one for seeing blood but it was only part of the job. "Better get this done before dark comes" he said to himself. It was dangerous to be around a kill at dark when the wolves come around to hunt. He started his long tedious work.

After what seemed like three hours he had collected all the meet he could fit in his pack. He made sure that the sack that held the meat was tight so the meat juices would get all over his things and set out. He planned to get as much millage as he could from what was left of the doe so he would be safe from hunters tonight.

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The boy picked up all of his camp gear and set out walking. If he was lucky he would reach Melian by night fall if he kept going straight north.

He entered the town at midmorning. It was a small town. He looked around him, the houses were made of adobe. ( basically mud bricks). This was because there were few trees to be found here and they must make due with what they have. The roofs were dried grass. People littered the streets, mostly wives trying to find their husbands to come home for lunch. The road was bare and dusty. Dirty children ran about playing tag and other little games.

It was clear this town had seen better times. All the men and even the woman had at least one weapon on them. This was because of bandit raids and even worse was the slavers that came along. The slavers wouldn't dare capture people in the town but resorted to outside farms. They mainly prayed on the Surdains. Surda was a small rebel country down south that opposed King Galbatroix the ruler of Alagaesia.

"Marak! What are you doing here?" Marak, for that was his name, turned around to see who interrupted him from his thoughts. A man ran up to him. He had a strong build, he was tan like many who lived here, and had brown hair. "Hello Burland, how's the wife?" asked Marak. Burland just recently married to Purla a jolly woman. Rumor has it that Purla is pregnant. "She's as happy as can be and she is developing quite a round tummy" he said with a grin. "So it is true she pregnant! Congratulations Burland. It is great to have a joyous occasion in these dark times." Marak said with a grin. "Indeed it is. Indeed it is." replied Burland.

"Did you hear about the Battle of the Burning Plains yet?" "So was there a battle?" asked Marak not so shocked as he would have been a few months earlier. "Indeed there was" replied Burland. "What happened? who won? Did Galbatroix fight in it? Did the Blue Rider fight in it?" all these questions came bubbling fast out of his mouth. "Slow down lad. The Varden and Surda won and Galbatroix didn't fight in it. And yes the Blue Rider did fight in it. As for what happened you can hear a full story in the tavern if you want. But I have to go lad Purla will be awaiting me".

Before Marak could digest this information Burland was gone. He knew that the Empire was massing up near here and he knew that the Varden and Surdaians were also. But still the battle still came as a shock. He was happy that the Varden had won for everyone knew that Galbatroix was a ruthless tyrant. His taxes were so high and he didn't care a shilling for his people. People called him a madman and that is what he was. Him and with his black dragon Shruikan at his side ruled Alagaesia. Marak decided to get the full story from the men in the tavern as Burland had said before. But he couldn't stay long because his family would be waiting for him to return. He also didn't want the meat to spoil.

Marak walked up the street and saw the familiar sight of the tavern, with its rundown appearance and not to mention the drunkards who sat on the porch babbling about random things. He entered trying not to take in the smell of the place. He had to admit it wasn't the nicest place in town but it had its uses as it was a great place to come and get the latest news.

He looked around to find a group that would tell him all about the battle. The place was musty inside with pipe smoke and such. The whole place looked dreary. There was many sad looking men nursing their drinks. There were a few men laughing about something. But he was looking for some travelers, they usually had the most recent and truthful news.

"It's true! There really Is a new rider and he's working for Galbatroix! They call him the Red Rider." Marak turned around to hear who had said that. It was a man sitting in a chair that looked like a traveler from Surda. He was wearing a dusty tunic with worn breaches. His face was tan as was his body. His hair was brown. Next to him standing were three men that looked at the man from Surda like he was a raving old man.

Marak walked over to them eager to learn more. "I believe you. But what about the Blue Rider? What happened to him?" asked Marak. The man from Surda looked at Marak with relief. He seem happy that someone believed him. "Oh yes the Blue Rider. They say his name is Eragon and it is said that he now looks like an elf! He is very powerful in magic and his dragon Saphira, I think that is its name, is a ferocious beast. I wouldn't want to be the prey of that dragon. But also Eragon is said to have the strength of ten men! I wouldn't want to be in his way either."

"But that isn't what you asked lad. So about the Red Rider. It is said that the Blue Rider and Red Rider had dueled, but no one could see the fight due to the hill so the details are limited. But at the end the Red Rider flew off on his red dragon and they didn't know what happened to the Blue Rider. But he was seen on the battle field healing men no mater what side he was on."

"So its true that the Varden won!" said Marak in excitement, a grin spreading on his face. "Yes it is true lad" a grin on the man's face as well. By now the other men were entranced urging him to go on.

The man told him about the whole battle. About how the men fought and all the tactics. He told them about the mysterious ship that sailed up the Jiet River throwing flaming javelins at the enemy, who was luckily on the Varden's side. By the time he was done most of the men in the room were listening.

"Well I have to go now as my farm is quite far away and I want to be there by dark" He turned to go. "Wait a minute what is your name lad?" asked the man before Marak could leave. He turned back to the man and said "Marak, my name is Marak" and he left.

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Yay my first chapter is done! Send in a review I want to see what you think of my writing! Was it good? Bad? Pathetic? I want to know what you think! Also if you have any recommendations on what should happen I'm all ears. To be truthful I haven't planed ahead that much. Also I thought of an idea that might be a fun thing for reviewers. I'm going to do a trivia question each chapter on Eragon or Eldest and the person who wins will get their name in my next chapter introduction. (If more then one person wins the first person that sent in the review will get their name in the chapter).

So here is the first question/riddle...

Tall I am young.

Short when I'm old.

While with life I do glow,

Urur's breath is my foe...

Have fun! )