Prologue: Arrival
A flash of icy light tore Eragon from his comfortable slumber. The first sensation he felt was surprise, the second irritation. it was the second time that evening that magic, or that's what he assumed it was, had annoyed him. He blinked, getting rid of the colored lights that blocked his vision. A red-haired girl, no more than twelve years of age, sat crouched where the light had come from. She carried a pack, two swords, and an elegant bow. Her braided hair reached to her ankles. Her eyes locked with his, then she collapsed.
He stood watching the girl warily. First the blue stone, now her. But unlike the stone's appearance, there were no scorch marks in the area, only a strange marking that seemed familiar, though he couldn't recall where, until he remembered the marking on the village storyteller, Brom's, ring. Something fell out of her pack, and when he examined it, he found that it was identical to the stone he'd discovered; only this one was of the purest white, with veins of cream. Eragon cautiously approached. Her eyes snapped open. She quickly rose to her full height, astonishing him with the fact that she was almost as tall as he was. She would be as tall or taller than him as an adult. She stared at him warily. "Hello," she greeted. "Hello. What is your name?" "...Miranda. And yours?" she asked in a musical accent. "Eragon." That seemed to trouble, but she rapidly concealed her emotions with a blank mask. "How did you get here?" he demanded. "I- I don't know," she said softly. "We should sleep," he said abruptly. Miranda silently rolled up her bedroll and went to sleep almost instantly. Eragon watched her for a time, noting her obvious strength and agility, then went to sleep.
Short chapter, I know, but don't worry; there's plenty more where that came from! R&R PLEASE!