The Empire

Chapter 1- New beginnings

Note: Hello, this is my first fan fiction…so please try to be kind when you review…thanks…Regarding story…this is third book in Inheritance series…I have skipped the prologue…I am presuming u know everything that has happened in Eldest and Eragon…I chose this title for the story since the third book is rumored to be named this…but I saw another story named this so I named it The Empire Attacks…and is also rumored to have a green dragon on cover looking to left…I am an artist and will work on the cover if this folds out the way I want it to.

Disclamer: I don't own any of the stuff im writing bout…

The soft drizzle finally abated as the sun peeked through the reddening clouds. The morning light shone on the battered tents, which were worn out by the war that had taken place only hours before.

Numerous sounds were heard across the burning plains as life began stirring among the survivors. The most disturbing cries were coming from the northwest where the injured soldiers were being treated by the healers and accosted by their loved ones. If one also listened hard enough, they could almost hear the laughter of the vultures enjoying a scrumptious meal.

Eragon abruptly awoke as the first sun rays washed over his scarred face. He sat up with sweat on his brow feeling none of his normal strength. Where am I? He thought blankly. Suddenly, horrid memories of the unfortunate battle came rushing back at him. He felt old. Older than he had ever felt. War was not news to this teen age human, but what happened yesterday was not war, but a massacre of uncountable men.

A voice in his head spoke to him. Good morning little one.

Is it? Questioned Eragon bitterly. He quickly resented sounding so acrimonious to his beloved Dragon, Saphira. He sighed. Sorry, it is just that so many surprising events have occurred. Saphira replied, I feel your pain. Someone is coming, I can't tell whom from this angle. Be prepared. As Eragon made an effort to exit his tent, someone with a hooded cloak entered his tent and bowed courteously.

"Shadeslayer," She said in a respectful tone, "Nasuada wishes to speak with you. I hope I didn't awaken the Rider from his sleep." She added looking at the state of Eragon.

"No, you have done well to deliver me this message, let your queen know that Saphira and I will be at her side within a moment."

She nodded and said, "shadeslayer" politely as she left the tent.

Nasuada must have something very important to consult you to awaken you this early, said Saphira as Eragon hastily put on his clothes. I meant to speak with her none the less. I must let her know about Roran's plea. He replied as he too left the tent. The bright sun, which had risen significantly, hurt his eyes that were searching for Saphira. His eyes finally adumbrated on a hulking figure that was shining because of the sunlight reflecting of the scales of the giant dragon.

How are you wounds? Asked Eragon. They will take a while to heal, but more importantly, how are you? Asked Saphira.

I have been better. He joked. He placed his smooth elvish hands on her back. He could feel some of his previous energy return to him. He suddenly felt much stronger than he had felt only moments before!

Did you do that? Eragon asked. Did what? Replied Saphira as she looked at Eragon's refreshed face. Eragon quickly described to her what had just happened. This is most interesting, we will have to ask Oromis about this. Lets forget about it now and not let Nasuada wait any longer.

Unsatisfied by the answer, but glad for the sudden return of his energy, he started towards the tent. He wondered what will happen next in this chaotic world. What unlucky event will fall upon the only hope for the rebels?

New beginnings. Thought Eragon.

Yes o' little one, new beginnings indeed. Replied Saphira.