Prologue
So, I've noticed that very little people have done a proper Inheritance cycle/Narnia crossover. Here's mine! This is my first fanfic. Please, rate and review. Flames will be ignored.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia or the Inheritance Cycle. Those rights belong to C.S. Lewis and Christopher Paolini respectively. Have Fun!
Eragon sighed and lay on his bed in the Professor's mansion, contemplating the many things on his mind. Most vividly, and probably the happiest at that point, was the scrying of the four Pevensie siblings, who he had just finished observing, whom he knew would have been evacuated here, but was unaware of the precise time. It filled him with quiet joy and hope, knowing that the White Witch's reign would soon be coming to an end. He sympathised with those four, seeing them having to experience war at such a young age, younger than when his Saphira had hatched for him, even if they were not fighting on the front lines as he once did. He shook his head to clear his head of that line of thought, as the old anger and hatred rose, and with it, the face of that traitor... the one who still held his Saphira's, his mate's body, incarcerated in stone, the proudest of the 'trophies' adorning the White Witch's courtyard, the eggs she carried never seeing the light of day. But immediately, his anger softened, as he thought to himself 'But... It wasn't really all her fault...'
'How so? She tricked and betrayed you, and because of her, your love is forever frozen, watching the millennia pass but not being able to do anything about it.' A small, snide voice in the back of his mind remarked.
'The death of her dragon had torn her apart, and she was influenced and easily manipulated by the White Witch.' He retorted, as was his answer every time that voice remarked upon his situation.
'Ah... the old answer. The reliable answer.' the voice sneered. 'But answer me this, Eragon Shadeslayer. How much of it was the White Witch's manipulation and how much was her own want to spite and harm you for having what she could never have?' and with that, the voice faded into the back of his mind. Eragon struggled to come up with an answer to the voice's question, but was unable to properly give any thought to it, without allowing his emotions to cloud his judgement, and abruptly dropped the matter, returning his attention the four Pevensie siblings, examining their traits and characteristics.
Peter; the brave and valiant 'father figure' of the group, fiercely protective of his kin, even though he was 13 summers old. He would be a wise and just leader, and would lead the Narnians well, should Aslan be sacrificed during the war, knowing the extent his brother would take to protect any and all children, even if they had betrayed him, and as a king once the White Witch had been overthrown.
Susan; fiery and with a fierce temper to rival a dragon's, should she be riled, on the inside, disguised with an icy mask to those she did not know on the outside. He chuckled at that thought, imagining the conversations she and Saphira would have once the White Witch was defeated.
Edmund; the spiteful and rebellious one of the four, though, like Peter, he cared deeply for his family, though he hid it well. Knowing of the White Witch's penchant for deceit and manipulation, he would be the most easily convinced of the four, should he be caught alone and unawares.
And Lucy; the sweet, sensitive young girl, no more than 8 summers old, but already her innocence had been torn to shreds by the war that had started a year ago. His muscles tensed as he restrained himself from sending the glass of water on the table to the left of him flying. If not for the fact that the cause of her lost innocence was an entire war, he would have hunted down and tortured the unlucky man or woman who had done the deed, and denied him or her the mercy of a quick death. Looking down at the sheets, he saw his mate's comforting eye staring at him from the page of his memoirs. Staring into their cerulean depths gave him a quiet satisfaction, but also hope, knowing that soon, he would finally see the real thing, instead of this cheap imitation set in paper for all eternity.
As it was, he opened the book, reading of that which started the happiest, and the saddest times of his millennia-long life, waiting.
Dun... dun... dunnnnnn! It's the prologue, and already there are mysteries!
First off, I will be clear: Eragon and Saphira do love each other here as much as they do in other fanfics with an EragonxSaphira fanfics, but this is not an EragonxSaphira. I suppose you could say that all the interesting things in that relationship have already happened (wink, wink, nudge, nudge), in terms of the timeline of this fanfic.All shall be explained in due course! Now, back to the mysteries!
Why are Eragon and Aslan brothers?
How did Eragon end up in the 'normal' world?
And WHO is the 'traitor'? (I suspect some of you already know the answer to this particular mystery. To those who don't, HINT: It's not an OC.
One last thing: Watch out for wild hamsters. Ferocious thing, wild hamsters!
Ta-Ta for now.
*Shunshins away a cloud of smoke*