A/N: This is my first fan-fic,so tell me if I should keep going! R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book Eragon, just the character Arion and his story line.
Chapter 1
Thunk. Thunk. A teenager dressed in a green pair of pants and a rough shirt sliced another log of wood.
He'd been at it since about 7:00 in the morning, and the noon sun beat mercilicly down on his back.
Only thing was, he wasn't even affected by it, for this teen wasn't like others. He wasn't even human, although from afar he sort of looked like one.
He had no idea who his parents were, but he was always grateful for what his village had done for him. They had taken him in when no one else had.
Thunk. Thunk. He thought back to his last birthday, which, of course he had spent alone. He didn't want to try and dissapoint himself by asking someone to a meal. He knew everyone considered him a freak.
The people who had adopted him said that they had found him wandering in the snow, and had adopted him, but sometimes he would get so sad that he wished they had let him starve, and not be a burden to the town.
He loved his parents though, even if they weren't his real ones.
Why was this teen different? He was made of ice.
His name was Arion Slater. Arion really didn't want to make any trouble in his village, but every time he met the
towns people, they all went out of their way not to be near him.
It used to make him sad, but recently he'd adopted using a cloak, and he now could walk in peace.
Almost.
He hated the way he made things cold if he didn't watch out, which unfortunatly happend a lot.
A bugle sounding snapped him out of his thoughts. "What in the world...," Arion thought. "Who is doing that? Maybe I should take a look...no, i better not. I gotta finish this pile..."
But in the end his curiosity got the better of him, and he grabbed his cloak, shrugged it on, and stepped out to the main street.
As he looked around the corner of the block, he gasped, causing him to lose his focus and freeze the brick he was holding.
"Galbatorix's troops!"
"Oh my god," he muttered under his breath. They were marching down the cobblestone road like a single dark monster. He saw them give orders to a man and he walked into a shop and took what he wanted.
A man came out behind him, yelling and making a show. The soldier turned around and hit him with a armored fist. Again. And again. Finally he stopped and stood over the poor man.
Airon started praying for the guy, so that the soldier wouldn't decide to kill him.
Moments streched into minutes as the soldier loomed over the man. Then...finally, he turned. A mother and daughter rushed over to the husband and brought him into their house.
"I can't just stand here and do nothing," Airon thought angrily. Yet he knew that there was no choice. He could do nothing...except, he could do something.
It just didn't have to be now. Airon turned back into the allyway, seething. His hands were clenched and everything around him was being freely frozen with his rage at the mistreatment.
"Airon Slater. Find Airon Slater." A gaurd commanded the others. "The king wants to see him." he said with a chuckle.
Airon froze. "They couldn't be here for me could they? Oh God, someone must have told them about my abilitys."
He looked around the corner again. The gauds were fanning out. And one was coming his direction.
