Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever from Eragon or Eldest or the Inheritance series though it would be fun to own a dragon….
The tree swayed back and forth as a high wind rolled into the Elven sanctuary, Ellesméra. The night sky was clear and showed no sign of the upcoming storm, and the moon shone out bright on the natural pathways within the city.
A breeze drifted into Eragon's round room and chilled him through the light linens that covered him. He rolled onto his other side and ignored the wind until it came in so strong and cold that he forced himself awake.
He dragged himself to the teardrop shaped opening carved into the tree and began to pull the tight covering across it until he saw a shadowed shape move along the cobbled road. Eragon yawned and rubbed his eyes but as soon as he looked back, the shadow was gone.
Must have been my eyes, or that drink I had with dinner. Eating with the elves does have its prices, and heaven knows what magic they use in their foods.
With that notion set firmly in his mind, he finished closing the tight tarp and dragged himself back to bed. He flopped down and didn't even use the energy to pull the linens back over him. Saphira, unphased by the whole Eragon-waking-up-from-the-wind experience, barely opened an eye as she heard him fall down on top of his bed.
Both Eragon and Saphira were falling back asleep and hardly five minutes had passed by before Eragon felt light but firm hand gently shake him. It was such an odd thing that Eragon simply put it out of mind and closed his eyes tighter.
Nobody could have possibly come in, I just closed the tarp. Man, that elven food can really get to you…And besides, I would've heard them anyway. Elves are quite, but not completely silent.
He presently forgot what he had imagined and just rolled back onto his other side when two hands this time, grabbed his shoulders and shook them harder. Now Eragon was scared and opened his eyes to look around the room.
Only three feet away from the top of his bed, was the dark shape he had seen in the street standing noiseless and still, though the darkness would not allow him to make out a definite shape. Saphira had been watching for only a few moments from when Eragon sat up, though she did not dare make a noise.
"I must speak to you in private Rider Eragon and Saphira. Follow me." The figure quickly made its way over to the opening and pulled the tarp open, and jumped out of it.
The whole spectacle left Eragon stunned but as he saw the figure jump out of the opening, he rushed to it to see where it had gone to. He gripped the edge firmly and peered around in all directions, but no shadow, figure, or even a life form was out of their homes at this time of night.
Saphira, did you just see-
Quick, get on my back little one. We must follow her.
Her? How do we even know what or where it is? This is insane!
I… I just have this feeling. And she has sent me an image of the place. Come, quickly!
Eragon stared at her for a moment with some confusion, then his senses came back to him and put on a deep green robe he had gotten from Ayra when she visited him a few nights ago.
I can not believe that I am doing this. Eragon thought to himself, but he let Saphira go out of the window, and walked down the stairs, which he believed to be the much safer and logical way of exiting his room.
Without a saddle, he climbed his way onto Saphira's back and settled himself in the crook of her neck.
Trust me little one. There is something about her that makes me want to follow her and puts an importance on her presence.
What have we gotten into?
Well, that's my first fanfiction, so please review! Sorry that it is kind of short, but the second chapter will hopefully be longer. (hint hint reviews are really good!)