It would be silly to think that Brom was only a story teller, rider, magician, founder of the Varden and father of Eragon shade slayer. But that is for another story, this introduces one of his strangest friends, a shadow named Fiir.
"there you are Brom and Saphira" Brom bowed slightly before Vrael, and then initiated the traditional elven greeting, when it ended Vrael walked behind his desk and began sifting through the many pieces of paper that littered his untidy desk, finally finding a wad of paper he quickly scanned it before handing it to Brom
"do you know what these are?" the first piece of paper held an elegant drawing of two eggs, one violet and the other a brilliant amethyst. Brom shook his head
"these two eggs are apparently the only eggs from Bid'Daum" Brom head shot up and he looked very surprised, with good reason
"they are currently guarded by five riders, however they have failed to contact me for three months and I cannot scry them due to the spells placed over them by Eragon, so I want you and Saphira to try and find them and see what the problem is. Any questions?"
"where precisely are they located?"
"due to the special nature of the eggs and what they represent, the eggs are randomly moved every three months, the only people who know where it is are the five riders, and they haven't contacted me with the new position, any other questions?" Brom shook his head while simultaneously reading the history of the eggs
"obviously, the five riders that were selected are among the most powerful of our order, so if this problem is a threat you wouldn't stand a chance, so we have found someone to accompany you" then next to Vrael the shadows began shifting and forming together before falling away to form a suit of armour for the man before him, he looked about 20 and apart from the black shifting armour he had two gauntlets both of which were black with a number of different jewels embedded in each, he currently had his head bowed, but when he raised it Brom saw that his face was almost chalk white with a web of black criss-crossing it, but his eyes were even stranger, one was pure black and the other pure white. Brom took an involuntary step backwards and put his hand on his sword
"shade" he growled. The man smiled with his pure black lips
"not quite, Brom, I'm a shadow" he held out his hand
"Fiir Jucoor"
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