This is my very first Eragon by the book fic, well my very first one out of both the movie and book. I have not seen the movie so in your reviews don't say "this doesnt align with this or this doesnt match that". This is by the book and the book only I have multiple chapters written in it so until I get to were I am Ill post two chapters as often as possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Essora and eventually Vrael her dragon oh and Essora's family.
CHAPTER ONE: GOOD NATURED TEASING
It was the last of the autumn days and Essora was out in the fields gathering the last of the late harvest. She labored under the warm sun on the slightly chilly day, and she looked up to it, embracing its welcomed warmth. She lived a short distance away from the village of Carvahall, with her mother and grandfather. Their home was modest; it was built of the trees from the surrounding forest and was on a simple piece of land, which consisted of a barn and a large field for crops.
As she walked to the barn with the remainder of the wheat crop, she ran through her lessons on the history of the Riders, and all events of the past for later that evening. After dinner, she would walk into town to be mentored in combat and history with the old man everyone thought to be a storyteller. His name was Brom, and he had once been a Rider, the last one that survived the Empire. His dragon had been killed and he founded a group called the Varden.
Essora had a thirst for knowledge, so that if something ever happened unexpectedly, she wouldn't have to learn history or any forms of combat while she was trying to stay on top of things. She knew how to read and write, and because of it, she was treated with respect in her home and in Carvahall. As she made her way into the house, she saw her grandfather sitting in his chair by the fire, whittling a stick. Her mother was at the wood stove cooking stew for the evening meal.
"Did you get the last of the wheat into the barn? Did you sort it out? We need to sell it in town when the caravan gets here," said her mother.
"Yes, I did, Mother. I also did the rest of my chores so I don't have to do them when I get back."
"Very good. Now go clean up and help me with supper."
She obeyed and walked into her room. It was a small room with a bed on one wall and a dresser at the head of the bed. The wall across from the bed was covered with shelves that held a selection of books and little treasures she had collected over the years. One of these was a stone her mother had given her when she turned fifteen. Her sixteenth birthday was now nearing. The stone was as black as an abyss with a diagonal line across it that was like a wisp of cloud stretching across the midnight sky. Next to the shelves was a mirror in an unadorned frame. She looked in it to see an ordinary girl with dull green eyes and a smile that was plain.
Essora washed her face in the basin on the dresser and wiped herself clean of the dirt on her face. Then, she changed from her soiled field clothes into a brown dress and a white apron. She brushed her long, wavy pale gold hair out of the untidy braid, and then fixed it into a less untidy plait. She pulled on her brown leather boots, which were in need of a cobbler, and walked back into the main room to help her mother.
"There's my beautiful granddaughter!" said her grandfather as she came in. "You'll be sixteen in a few months, and you'll be able to look for a fine young man to settle down with. I need great-grandchildren before I go! Anybody you're thinking about in particular?" he asked, with the mischievous grin on his face that she saw so often.
"No, Grandfather, there isn't anybody that I'm hoping will ask you for my hand," Essora lied, faking a giggle and a small smile.
There was, in fact, someone she fancied, but she would never tell her family – or the boy, for that matter – about it, only because she had grown up with this boy, and she strongly doubted he fancied her in return.
The boy's name was Eragon. He was age fifteen-years-old, going on sixteen, which meant he was almost over with his last year as a boy, and he soon would be entering the world of manhood. She hoped his outlook on her would change in the upcoming months until then and after that, as well. Eragon. He had dark brown hair and intense chocolate eyes, on top of which was a pair of dark brows. Essora smiled absentmindedly to herself, making sure not to let her grandfather see the distant look in her eyes.
"Papa, stop that! You know very well that she is not interested in anyone, and that nobody is interested in her. At least, I don't think so," said her mother, giving her father a playful smack on the arm.
"I know, Marlain, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Now, Charlie, are you sure there isn't anyone?" he asked in the most innocent voice he cold muster.
"Grandfather, you know there's not," she said, as she set the table for three, trying to keep a straight face.
"Ah, well. I suppose you're right, my dear, but there isn't any harm in hoping," he said, getting up and sitting down at the table just as Essora's mother poured steaming stew into the three bowls.
Next chapter will be coming up soon. If this seems boring stay with me it will get interesting I assure you, you just have to wait a couple of chapters. Oh and Eragon is in the next chapter by the way!
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