Short, sweet and simple. My Eragon story, for that book owns!
Ezra bolted between the thick trees, frantically brushing aside branches that whipped at her face. Her breath came in a short, stifled gasp as she staggered over the terrain.The weight of an unusually heavy stone tired her, but was the reason why, at the moment, she was sprinting to save her life.
Protecting the rock, and herself, she ran from the grave danger that followed her ever she had received that stone. It seemed precious in a way, but her grandfather had not survived the arrows long enough to tell of the stone's value, or why she inherited it, for that matter. Whatever he had meant to finish, she knew that for now, it was her destiny to protect the stone.
Blindly, she pushed herself to move further out of harm's way, further into the safety of the forest. But in doing so, her foot gave under crumbling rock, and she was plummeted to the dense shrubbery below. She had fallen of a cliff.
With her back to the uneven earth and her calves, now bruised, she managed to come to a bumpy, yet rather uneasy stop. She clutched the stone closer to her chest and made her way into her hiding.
She stated herself under the bushes behind her to wait out her misfortune. She would be safe; for now.
The aggression, a horde of barbaric Urgals quickly thundered out of the trees on the same path on which Ezra had been running on before. They were after the particular stone which was currentlyunder her care.
One of the Urgals, a giant and particularly hairy looking creature looked over the boulder to Ezra's hiding and huffed, "Not there."
Ezra saw them from behind the bushes and hugged the rock even tighter, but afraid to crack it. She dared not as to even breathe in their presence.
Assuming that Ezra had fallen off the cliff to her doom, the Urgals looked under the cliff once more, and then trotted away in the opposite direction. They would soon realize the opposite.
From her hiding, Ezra let out a quiet sigh of relief and then looked at the stone. It was curvy and elliptical rock with a milky hue to it. It had a pale, frost-like design on it and it felt chilling to the touch. Yet there was something about this rare beauty that was so dangerous.
Just to make sure the Urgals were gone, she peeked out once and then arose from the hedge. From there, she had to make it to a safe place where she would not be suspected as she had been before in Osilon.
The journey was treacherous, with danger around ever tree. But she would have to continue, for it was the matter of protecting her treasure. And her life.
Yeah, crappy. It'll get better somewhere in the chapters to follow.
Thanks, y'all.
