Author's Note: this is my first time writing a fanfic in…ever. So whoo! Eragon and Saphira haven't come in yet, but they will. Just wait. I hope I don't forget about this…remind me if I do. By the way, this story starts in Teirm. (Did I spell that right?)
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon. I've made up a few of my own characters, but the rest is not mine.
"Leave me alone!" she could hear her own voice, shrill with fear, as she backed further away from the two boys. The thirteen-year-old girl threw her skinny arms over her head as they threw stones at her, but her thin limbs provided little protection against the small rocks that pelted her.
"Stop!" stumbling backwards on the dock, she tried to shield herself from the onslaught. "Stop it!" a small stone shot past her head, its sharp edge slicing her cheek. She continued to move backwards in an attempt to get away, but the rocks kept coming. Finally her foot met no resistance as she stepped off the edge. Screaming, she plunged into the water.
The icy cold water shocked her as she made contact with it. Thrashing about furiously, she attempted to reach the surface, but could not swim. Her movements became more and more sluggish as she began to run out of oxygen.
In desperation, she inhaled water. It rushed into her lungs, and she was dimly aware of a strong grip on her arm. Hazel eyes closed, and she slipped into the painless bliss of unconsciousness.