Sorry, the summary wasn't long enough to allow me to say all the things needed. I apologise for the short chapters, I will try to work on that. This is my first Fanfiction so I will REALLY appreciate constructive criticism. There are not enough words in the ancient language so I will be making some up.
Disclaimer- I do NOT own Mr. Paolini's characters, language, and his mythical land of alagaesia.
They chanted, and as they chanted energy pulsed through their words. "Heldvar unchi deo arknav seldosun spiritu snarcty ecka durna oloi narchid," the magicians said, their voices coming together in an eerie harmony.
The spellcasters surrounded a muscular man of eighteen years. Then beings of every color and shape entered the room, as if they appeared out of nowhere, ensnared by the spellcaster's spell. Following the flow of energy the spirits flew into the man's body, being corrupted by the nature of both the man and the mages' souls.
In a blinding flash of power and light, the person in the ring was no longer himself. He had hair as crimson as wet blood, eyes like polished rubies, translucent skin, and a wicked grin adorning his face. "We are Managrog, born to kill the new order. Cower all that are before us," He shouted, "for you are HUNTED.