Disclaimer: do I really have to say it?
Just so you know, the theme of the chapters varies with my mood. With that first chapter, I was mad. Nothing to do with you guys. Just FYI. If I feel really good, the chapter will almost be crack-fic.
Eragon knew the stone was perfect.
It was a royal blue, with veins of darker blue and black running through it. It was smooth. Smoother than anything he had every felt before. The was about a foot long and 5 inches wide. It was surprisingly heavy. It felt as if it as made of iron.
Eragon spent several minutes examining the stone. However, he did eventually feel the cold seep through his clothes and start to chill him.
He jumped up and retrieved the two deer. Since the two deer, the stone, and his pack was too much for him to carry over any real distance, he decided to build a sled. It took him several minutes, but eventually it was big enough to fit the two deer and his pack. He stuffed the stone in his pack, because if he put it anywhere on the sled, it would fall off.
Pulling the strap he had attached to the sled over his shoulder, he started off towards the village.
A day later he came into sight of his farm. He looked down the hill and saw his cousin Roran waving to him. Laughing, Eragon shouldered his pack and jumped on the sled with the two deer. He pushing himself until he started flying down the hill. He had enough momentum to carry him all the way to the house.
His cousin came over to help him carry the two deer and his pack inside. Once he got insidewe're was greeted by his uncle Garrow and his aunt Marain.
His uncle was a rough guy. He was known for his drinking, cursing, and strength. However, never once in his life did he lay a hand on either his son Roran or his nephew Eragon. He had worked on a farm all of his life, and it showed. He had numerous scars up and down his body. He was well muscled, with short brown hair and a pair of twinkling eyes.
Roran looked much like his father. He was well muscled and had short brown hair. At 17, he was already a man by their standards. Eragon knew it would not be long until he had to choose a wife. However, his eyes were blue, unlike his father's which were brown.
Roran got the blue eyes from his mom, Marian. She must have been very attractive in her youth, for even at the age of 45, she was still beautiful. She was of medium height with long flowing black hair. Her blue eyes were keen and observing. She was slim, but had fairly large breasts and buttocks. Many people often wondered how Garrow was able to earn her hand in marriage.
Both Garrow and Marian were delighted with the deer, especially the bigger was enough meat on the bigger one to last several weeks. The two deer together could probably last the whole winter. Roran and Garrow went out to skin the deer as well as salt and dry the venison for storage.
None of them knew about the stone he had found in the spine. It was still hidden in his pack. Eragon grabbed it and went to his room, where he unpacked his things, which consisted of a flint, a little tinder, a bedroll, some leftover food, and finally the stone. He returned the food to Aunt Marian, but kept the stone hidden underneath his bed. He took his bow and quiver with all his arrows in it, and placed them on hooks on the wall of his room.
When he was done unpacking, he went back out into the kitchen to see Garrow and Roran already finished with the deer. Marian was making some stew with some of the venison. Once she was finished, they sat down to eat. Eragon told them about his trip, which had been fairly uneventful until the day he actually killed the two deer. He left out the part about the blinding flash and the stone because he wanted to keep that a secret. After the meal, Garrow went outside to tend to the crops in the few remaining hours of daylight, while Roran and Marian cleaned up. Eragon tried to help, but they insisted, saying that he mist have been tired from his long journey.
Eragon eventually relented and went back to his room. He grabbed a new tunic and trousers, since he had been in the same ones for weeks, and put them on quickly. He spared a fleeting glance at the mirror. What he saw caused him to look back. He started at his reflection. (FYI! This is how I see Eragon. Probably not how CP thinks he looks!) At 14, he wasn't very far away from man hood. He looked to be a little under 2 meters tall. He was certainly taller than Roran and Marian. He didn't have the same muscled build of Roran or Garrow, but he prided himself on being fit. His skin was tanned from years of working and playing outside. He had deep brown eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. One might say he still had the last little bit of baby fat on his cheeks.
Eragon smiled. While he was not arrogant enough to think he was the most handsome man in all of Carvahall, he knew he was somewhat good looking. However, since their farm was several miles from the village, he didn't get to see the girls of Carvahall much.
He turned away from the mirror and laid down on his bed. Yes, life was good. His Aunt and Uncle had been good parents. He had known his mother when he was little. However, she had died when he was five. Since then, he had lived with his aunt and uncle. He had never known his father.
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