A.N All rights sadly go to Christopher Paolini, who sadly is not me. I do not, i repeat, DO NOT own Eragon or anyperson, place, or thing from the book. Sadly.

Ethan got dressed and went to eat with his cousin and uncle. "Morning Ethan." His uncle said unintentionally spitting food at his nephew. Wiping off his face, Ethan replied, then grabbed a peice of salted meat, his hunger slightly lost. "You going to the village this early?" his uncle asked.
"Aye. I heard some soldiers are here from Gil'ead. Heard that they are taking recruits!" ethan beamed.
His cousin laughed. "You? A soldier! Can't even hurt a deer, you!" Ethan gave Nicholas a sour look, but left without a word.

Starting down the final hill into town from the farm Ethan lived on, he caught sight of a small group or men a few years older than he. Rykar, the leader of the group, had some issue against Ethan and his family. "Ho there!" Ethan tried to be friendly. The group just chuckled. "What is it that you find so amusing? I hate being robbed of a good laugh."
"Not a thing, Ethan. Just a travlers tale from this morning in my fathers tavern. He said he knew a tale of your father and uncle. Mostly your father." A breif flash of worry showed and disappered from Ethan's eyes. "He said that your father was killed fighting for Galbatorix, and was killed trying to kill Eragon Shadeslayer in the final battle before Nasuada became queen."
Ethans temper boiled over. "That man was not sane! My father was a great man! He knew Queen Nasuada before she was queen! More than that, he helped appoint her leader of the Varden! He was the first person to hear the Queens fathers' last words! My father was, is, twice the man any of you will ever be!"
"Your father was the one who was not sane! One thing is for sure, your father had quite an imagonation." One of the others in the group spoke then. It wasn't until Ethan's hand met rykar's face that he realized talking to them wasn't the wisest idea. it was too late though. the fight had already started. All sound ceased, all feeling vanished, all sight beyond the boys disappered. that was, until Ethan was being held back, dragged in to the tavern.
"What happened to you, boy?" Adalmund, Ethan's oldest cousin, Ismira's husband said standing from his table, ale in hand. "Ismira, please get your father." She left and Ethan told them what had happed. "So, that" he pointed to Ethan's bleeding cheak, "was all because of a lie told by a boy?" Ethan nodded but didn't answer. "Go see Gertrude and her daughter, we'll talk to Roran later." Ethan stood.
"I'll take you to Gurtrude and we can talk there." Blast it! Ethan thought, Roran is here! They left together for Gurtrude's house.

"I am sorry for hurting you, Rykar." Ethan said walking in to Gurtrude's house followed by Roran. "Please forgive me." he sat as Gurtrude's daughter, Adora, helped his cheak wound. Rykar apalologized also, then left, a bandage around his arm. "What did I do to him?" He asked the healers.
"You twisted his arm bad, and broke his nose." Gurtrude responded. "And you seem to have a good sized gash on your cheak." He sat silent as they cleaned his wound.