I'm back, and writing again! I have recently been inspired to write some fan fiction on the Inheritance Cycle, more specifically, my own fourth book to it.
Title: Flauga
Description: It's been almost five years since Oromis died, and Eragon and Saphira have been as busy as ever, and soon it seems as if the Empire will not fall. This all changes, however, when they obtain the third dragon egg.
Rating: T. Violence. No sex scenes, perverts in the audience
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Inheritance Cycle.
Claimer: I claim Garjzla and Arentine as my own.
Legend/Key:
Talking through minds
"General Speaking"
A Dragon speaking
"A spell being used"
Prologue: Hope's Hands Do Not Work For One.
The elf ran swiftly through the Hadarac Desert, dodging all manners of wild animals as he dove behind a rock. Gasping, he looked behind him to see if his enemy came at him.
"Brisingr!" He heard being shouted at him, diving to the side. Running to the left, he got behind the shade. "Jierda! Stenr rïsa!" As the shade stumbled back, the elf ran at him, using the stone he now held to try and stab him. But the Shade was too fast for him, easily side stepping the blow. "Kveykva!" He shouted, sending a bolt of lightning at the elf.
Suddenly, something in the elf took over. His eyes shone a brilliant white, and moved with reflexes faster than seen before. Using the stone, he ran up to the shade, before stabbing his with the stone. The shade roared in ferocity, before all the spirits inside of his escaped from his body and he exploded. The elf then looked at his rucksack and, using a serious of quick spurted words, teleported the egg to the forest of Du Weldenvarden. "Be safe, my son…" The elf said, before collapsing. The Vault of Souls shined within, and the elf seemed to look more gentle than before.
That was the prologue. Yes, it is short, but that's all I required of it. I will make the first chapter longer, I promise.
May your swords stay sharp!
