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This is my first fanfic so please don't be to harsh!
I am doing a redo of the whole series with a few twists that I have not seen on this sight so this should be completely new for us all!
I do not own the inheritance cycle or its characters.
It was the beginning of winter in the north of alagaesia , high in the mountains of the spine where a 16 year old boy named Eragon was hunting for his family to survive the freeze of the winter. He has been tracking a deer for a day now and he knew he was getting close because the tracks kept getting fresher and fresher. Eragon looks up at the sun and sees that it is a couple hours past noon so the sun will be going down soon. He has to hurry and get his kill before the snow comes.
He looks back in front of him and sees and decline and starts to hear a faint trickle of running water so he knows that animals should be close because this is the only stream he has seen in miles. He slowly creeps over the ridge and pulls his bow from his back with an arrow and peeks down at the stream to see 3 deer drinking and grazing. He sites down at the only buck and lets the arrow fly, straight and true like someone with years of practice the arrow hits the buck in the heart and before the other deer knows what's happening two more claim their lives as well.
As Eragon piles his kills up he thinks of how he is going to get all 3 deer back to his house. He makes a fire as he contemplates the transportation and comes the conclusion that he needs to build a sled to pull behind him. He goes to collect wood for the sled when he looks up again and sees that there is maybe and hour left of sunlight so he collects fire wood as well and decides to camp by the stream for the night.
After making a fire and setting camp he lays down to look at the stars as he thinks about how the 3 deer will feed his family for the whole winter he starts to doze off. He is awoken by a snap of a twig and sits up gripping a dagger that is concealed in his boot and looks the spot where the sound came from to see a dark form laying on the ground. He grabs a piece of wood from the fire to light his way and walks to the figure to see that it is a old man. As he gets closer he sees blood all over the strangers cloths and tears across the chest that is barely moving with each ragged breath the man takes.
Eragon drags the stranger by the fire and notices how very light the stranger is. He must have not eaten in ages he thinks so he starts to look at the wounds to see if he can help clean any of them when a strong hand grabs his arm. The strangers eyes are burning brighter than the fire they were next to and pulls eragon into the light to get a look at him. Eragon feels a headach starting to come out of nowhere and sees flashbacks from his past before he passes out.
When he comes back to consciousness he looks over to see the man struggling to breath so he races over to help in anyway that he can. When he reaches his side he notices that the mans eyes barely had any light in them, nothing like when he last saw the strangers eyes. The man pulls a bag from under him and motions for Eragon to come closer to talk to him " in the bag is the most life changing object that you will ever know. I have lived the past twenty and eight years protecting it with my life. Now I ask you Eragon of Carvahall, will you look after and protect this object with your life?" How does he know my name and where I live. I feel a pull towards the bag but do I really want the responsibility that comes with it? What ever hurt this man was obviously trying to get the bag but should I take it and put myself in danger? Ill take it and sell it when the traders come to help buy supplies for the winter.
"I will look after it" the strangers eyes alight like he can see into my soul and says in a deadly voice "and protect it with you life and let no one know that you have it?" Eragon thinks about it and thinks that he will just say what the stranger wants to hear because this was his final moments in the living. "I will protect it till the day I die." The weird thing was he didn't know the language he just spoke but knew exactly what he said. The old man smiled "then I have done all that I can the only thing left is to join my family after so many years."
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