Author's note: This is my first story, so please be patient.
Chapter one- A beginning and an end
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's
Eragon was tired. It had been more than eight months since he had finished building his school for Dragon Riders, and he still had yet to hear any news of new Riders. He sighed and cut a slice of bread off of the loaf on his table. Sleep deprivation and hunger did not go well together.
"Are you alright, Eragon?" Angela asked.
"Huh?" Eragon looked up, startled. He had forgotten that Angela had come over for tea. "Oh, um, yes, I'm fine."
"Really?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Then you'll remember what we were just talking about?"
"I, um..."
"Eragon." Angela set down her tea mug and looked at him seriously. "Being the head of the Dragon Riders does not mean that you are allowed to skip out on necessities, such as sleep."
"I know." Eragon looked anywhere but at Angela as silence prevailed. His gaze drifted from his clay mug filled with herbal tea, to his table, and then around his small kitchen and dining room, and then out the window to his left. Though his hut was small, it held a perfect view of the small valley that he had made his hom
. It was a bleak evening, very rainy and cloudy, and the sun had just set. Eragon sighed and put his head in his hands. Every night he waited up to see if a message would come saying that there was a new rider. Every night he was disappointed.
"Eragon, there will be more Riders." Angela said as she got up from the table. "You just need to be patient. Now I'm going to go back to my house, and now I suggest that you get some sleep." She said and then walked out the door.
She is right, little one. You must rest. Saphira said as she curled around cabin for her own rest
I know. I'm going to get some sleep soon. But she was already asleep. Eragon sighed again and finished his bread and tea before clearing up the dishes and walking to his bedroom. He didn't even bother washing up, he just fell onto the bed and fell asleep.
. . .
Eragon awoke to a banging on his door. He groped around by his bedside for his sword; Brisingr, and then grasped it as he groggily made his way to the door. Opening it, Eragon looked around for someone, but he could see no one. He was about to close the door and return to sleep when he heard a ... meow? He looked down at his feet to see a sleek silvery grey cat sitting primly in front of vaguely bread loaf shaped bundle with a small piece of paper tucked into the cloth. Eragon bent over to pet the cat, but it ran into the night before he could. His brow furrowed with suspicion as he picked up the bundle to see...
A baby. With pointed ears. Staring up at him calmly out of eyes that were two different colors. One amber, one green. Eragon got over his shock enough to get out of the chilly night and to hold the baby properly, and then he picked up the note. Written on it was a short message in a messy hand that simply said:
This child is a half-elf half-werecat orphan. I place her in your care so she may grow up in peace. Her name is Mirimel.
And so it begins...
Thanks a lot for reading! Reviews are welcome!
-Acantha
