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Chapter 1: After the burning plains
Eragon walked around the burning plains. The horrible smell of flesh filled his nostrils. Vultures were everywhere, feasting on the dead bodies. "Ugh!" Eragon said in repulsion. "That is disgusting". He remembered the battle; the innocent lives that were taken because of a single madman and. He paused for a moment. "Murtagh," he said sadly. He still couldn't believe that they were brothers and he was sired by the first of the forsworn. Saphira, he called. Yes little one? She asked. I'm going to see Roran about this rescue mission. I can't wait to slaughter those bastards.
Do not forget you must get permission from Lady Nasuada before you can go off on this vendetta of yours, reminded Saphira.
I won't forget. Eragon headed towards Roran's tent.
Eragon stood outside Roran's tent."Roran?" Eragon called. There was no answer. "Roran" Eragon repeated. He went inside the tent. What he saw was horrible. Roran was on the ground, an arrow in his back.
Muahaha. I am so evil.