A/N Thank you all for reading,reviewing and voting :) So here are your rewards:

Replies to the reviews. No special pieces this time though :P

Today the first up is;

Hazel Ashwood RE: She's her own person not just a tool to be used by Brom and Eragon (-.-') But I get your point. As for the magic thing, you'll find out in this chapter below. So read and be impressed. (said the most insecure author of fanfics ever)

Butter Queen RE: "Capable", *cough*, *cough* sure,... more like reasonably intelligent just without a sense of self-preservation -.-'/:P but depends on how you see it I suppose :P And I hope you can bear with me a little longer, I will be picking up the pace soon :)

Scarlett Barnes RE: I am trying very hard to not write a mary-sue character, but as said in the prologue, I am basing her loosely on myself. And I'm more or less a jack of all trades, though master of none?(despite the fact I'm perfectionist as hell). So she might not really have anything she is particularly bad at. Of course she has her pitfalls, but they may take a little longer to manifest in a story like this. Besides it's hard describing your own biggest flaws. But only a fool would believe himself/herself to be perfect. It is the wise that accept they are not and thus move to always improve their faults. I am no different. I have flaws, for one thing my English is far from perfect, but at least thanks to you less people notice that :P, and you have my thanks for making me appear even more perfect than I am. Because one of my biggest flaws is being very long-winded sometimes, you might see that in my story sometimes, like my slow pace at times or the comments, of course, that's why I always appreciate any comments about it. That way I can keep an eye on it ;)

However too not make the story boring, you will be seeing quite a bit of personality in my OC, I always find most OC's in fanfics very bland because they often have very common personality, they are neither good nor bad of course there are exceptions. But frankly they rarely have a very outspoken personality like, so energetic they bounce with energy, or evil, arrogant or just have a superiority complex. So look forward to awkward, insulting, idiotic and all kinds selfish thoughts my OC has. Just not always speaks lol, (just because she thinks them doesn't mean she's dumb enough to not know when not to) So that's what I tried to show with these first few chapters, that she is fairly intelligent and doesn't only go empty-headed with the flow but does think things through from time to time. But you'll quickly find out her true self if you keep on reading :P (Is she going to be as evil as Galbatorix? Who knows? (oh wait I do. :P *evil grin*) I'm curious to see how ya'll judge my character.

PS: You'll find out the timeline in this chap, so enjoy :)

And last but not least:

Drogon RE: A very good point thanks for liking it so far :) and all I have to say is: Nothing in life that is worth anything is ever easy, so if you're curious to know what I mean by that you should enjoy reading the chapter below :D

Quote of the day:

If people could become stronger by crying, Life would be pretty easy, right?

-Kamui-

-Sousei no Onmyouji-

So without further ado here is the last part of chapter 1: part 3

The Mirror, The River, and The Miller

The Miller

"Stern Reisa,"

I called out but nothing happened, Not even the chill I felt before when I said Aiendall(Morningstar) was there. The chill, I supposed came with speaking the ancient language, maybe I had the pronunciation off? I tried again, "Stern Reisa", this time I felt a chill spread through my body. But nothing happened. Maybe it was because I forgot to focus on the intent behind the words that time?

I closed my eyes and I tried my hardest to imagine the black pebble floating in the air above my hand, and I called: "Stern Reisa" again.

This time I felt something. Like a part of my mind that I had never noticed before had just woken up. I felt it stir just beyond my grasp. I sneaked a peek at the stone but it was still very much implanted on my hand, I called out again "Stern Reisa" this time it felt different and I was sure there was a part of my mind that I somehow could not reach. But I was absolutely sure it was there now. "Stern Reisa", I called again this time slightly louder. But I still could not reach. Getting fed up with falling short, I started to call louder and louder until I was shouting at the top of my lungs at the fucking black pebble that I had now dropped on the bed. I was getting sweaty and started to breath heavily from all the shouting , Until at last I poured all my affords into one last shout,

Bang... A shot of pain ran through my mind and body as if I had run headfirst into the wall between platform 9 and 10 at King's Cross and I collapsed onto the bed. Not a second later someone knocked on the door, but instead of waiting for an answer they came right into the room, it were Halbert and his wife, Marlene. They stared at me as I sat up again, the pain fading now I only just realizing I had been shouting a fucking stone like a maniac, But since the stone disappointingly still wasn't' floating, I could still talk myself out of it.

"we heard you scream…." She started.

"I see, I am very sorry for waking you up, I… I must have been dreaming" I stuttered out, internally slapping myself for being such an idiot.

I remembered that I had made up the sob story about the wolfs eating my brother earlier, and decided that it would for the best to just put them at ease by telling them that was why I had been screaming. As opposed to telling them the truth, about trying to see if I could do magic on a stupid stone…. Which would probably end up... badly… anyways... probably...

"I was dreaming about the night the wolfs attacked us", I started slowly while I looked down, I might not be the best actor, but if I tried really hard to think of something that actually did make me sad, I could cry on cue/(Or if I just stopped blinking long enough -.-.)

I started thinking, really think of the magnitude of my situation. I was in Alagaesia, probably with no way back and after that incident with the wolf, I realized I might really die. Even though I consciously had accepted that fact, the real dept, that I would never see my friends and family again, I would never see my dog again… it finally started to really hit home.

What started out as fake crying became real tears with uncontrollable sobs, somehow I decided subconsciously to just cry as much as I could now, to let everything from the past 2 days out all once. All the excitement, sadness and fear so I could just come to terms. Instead of letting everything build up so I could explode at the worst of moments. At least I was safe here and looking at the couple that was now hugging me to comfort me I supposed that if I really wanted to I could just stay here and live a quiet life with them on their farm, I felt bad about lying though. However it didn't seem like I would have to worry about them not believing me anymore, it seems even Halbert's reservations had molten away as snow before the sun when he saw my for once real tears.

After crying for I don't know how long my exhaustion got the better of me and I drifted off to a dreamless sleep. Forgetting all about the damn stupid stone.

I woke up with a start, shooting upright I didn't realize where I was at first with a dull headache drumming in my ears. But as I remembered I relaxed a bit and laid back down. So I did have some feelings of attachment to my old world, huh. But so what? As if you wouldn't miss anything if you suddenly had to leave... God... I would miss pizza. When I got up from the bed to get dressed the black pebble wobbled onto the floor, I picked it up and I mumbled the words again, but the only result was a worsening headache turning my sour humor even worse. I put most-hated-stone-on-the-planet on the nightstand. Before I headed to the main house where Marlene greeted me and served me some breakfast. Telling me her husband had already started his days work with the horses. And that when I finished breakfast I could go and find him in the last row of stables. I silently greeted her with a half-baked smile, trying only halfheartedly to hide my sour mood.

I soon fell into the routine, getting up, eating breakfast, working to clean the stables and the horses, eat lunch, work with Halbert to learn more about the horses and the business, eat dinner, make a last round to see if all the horses had been accounted and cared for. As the routine took hold a week quickly passed. And even though I had tried to make the pebble float every day, I still hadn't even succeeded to make it even wobble in the slightest. I was now able to reach the wall without shouting though. I still couldn't get through it though. Which frustrated me to no end.

When I had asked for paper/parchment, I learned that luckily as a businessman, Halbert had learned how to read and write and do simple math and that he always had some on hand, in case of official business deals with the towns management or the empires army. Telling me he had, had it often enough that the empire had laid claim onto some of his horses without the proper compensation, so he had become meticulously firm to have all of their dealings in writing now.

I was in luck though, the letters and words used were the same as English was for me. I was kinda relieved I didn't have to relearn how to read. It wasn't long or I had written down all I remembered from the ancient language, which sadly wasn't that much. I had figured out how to pronounce most I did remember right though, so that was a plus. I even was able to make some of the horses like me a bit more by just saying: "I a friend", (Eka ai fricai). Which I thought could come in handy if I did decide to get involved with everything. But I was quite stern with myself to really be careful not to get myself in trouble until I could actually lift the pebble. Said pebble was really starting to drive me nuts though. I had tried to make the by now fucking annoying pebble fly so many times now I had stopped counting. And still not even so much as the slightest wobble.

Days passed and I quickly learned my way around the stables and it wasn't long before I found a young foal not even a year old that was as white as snow, Halbert had caught me looking curiously at the young completely white stallion. And as I predicted came out the name Snowfire. "He's not old enough to ride yet, but if he keeps growing like this, he'll be a fine addition to my ranks" came out the happy chatter of the man, as he always did when he started talking about his horses. One could find it annoying at times, but usually it just made me feel welcome and at ease, at the very least I preferred it to the otherwise awkward silence that would otherwise hang around us.

Now that I was closer to establishing a timeline I figured, I could also just stay here at the farm until Eragon and Brom passed by. But that would mean letting Garrow die a cruel death just because I wouldn't get off my lazy ass to try and stop it. Though I did have some reservations about meddling in the story-line this early on. My own values would not let an innocent man die just because I was too afraid to face the consequences. Besides, being there and actually stop the Ra'zac from killing Garrow were going to be to completely different points either way. But for now, I couldn't do much anyway. And more days quickly passed.

I was quickly getting more and more familiar with the surroundings of the farm and the bustling town of Therinsford. One morning Marlene asked me to help her get some shopping done and I happily came along, I always thought Therinsford was quite the eccentric and interesting place because it just didn't seem to have had any logic to it when it was built. So if you just walked into a random direction you never knew what you were going to find.

I had endless fun exploring the town like a little kid and I had also found the bridge that was mentioned in the book. As well as an expensive looking smith and bakery that would sometimes even have pie. It seems that there was a somewhat richer noblemen living in the townhouse. And that he had a developed taste for the more expensive things in life. I always stopped to look at the fascinating work of the master smith working his forge no doubt making his newest masterpiece of a sword, no doubt on the commission of said noblemen or the empires military either.

It's why I soon saw the connection as to why the miller by the name of Dempton mentioned in the book, had chosen to have his utilities for his mill made by a different smith. Even if he had to go all the way to Carvahall for it. Since this bulky one of a man, was obviously more in the trade of forging weapons instead of odd looking, rarely needed tools.

After having been in the town several times, I even got a bit good at negotiating good deals and when we finished our shopping Marlene went on home, leaving me and Mari and her brother on our own however they soon ran off to play 'it' and I was left alone to wander off on my own.

It took me quite the long while but I finally found the mill I had been looking for. I knocked on the big double doors that led into the water-powered mill, but when no answer came I just pushed one of the doors inward and snuck a peek at the great moving contraption that was making the big stones move and crush the grain to flour. I saw two men tending to it, their attention completely focused on their tasks, that even though I was standing in the doorway they still didn't realize I was there.

I cleared my throat loudly at a good interval in the noise. And sure enough one of them removed his hands from the machine before he looked up and saw me standing there, he motioned to me that he had seen me and would be right there.

He continued working for a moment before he came to the door telling me it was best to talk outside since it was quite noisy inside and also it was better. So we would not distract the other worker. The man had ginger hair with a same colored mustache, and I wondered if this was Dempton. He caught me staring and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Is there anything I can help you with young miss? Perhaps you are looking to form a contract to get your grain milled?"

(of course, I had thought about this conversation on forehand and lying with a plan is easier)

"Ehh, no sorry sir. But it's just, I am new to the town and I was actually just really curious to see the inside of the mill. I looked down, pretending to be a bit embarrassed by this. "And I must say it looks most impressive sir and I am most sorry for bothering you and keeping from your work". (because flattery always makes people feel good about themselves, (yes, I am master of manipulation)

"Well thank you, and it's no bother, I was thinking of taking a break anyway". The man tugged his mustache with a smile and after a few questions started to happily chatter away about his mill to tell me more, about the mill and how everything worked. He was so caught up in his monologue about his explanation he even forgot to introduce himself. But telling me all about how he had been thinking of expanding in the foreseeable future.

I supposed that even without knowing his name I could conclude that he was indeed Dempton and that he hadn't asked Roran to come and work for him yet. People here seemed to really like to talk about their work huh.

When I realized it was getting late I interrupted him by saying I forgot to even introduce myself.

"where are my manners, my name is Lena sir. If you wouldn't mind me asking yours?"

"Stop calling me sir, missy we simple folk here hate such formalities," he said with a friendly smile. "The name's Dempton and the fellow working back there is Delon, my cousin."

"It was very nice to meet you miller Dempton. It was very interesting to learn about your mill. But I must be going or I will miss dinner". I said politely. "And I shouldn't keep you from your work any longer". I added with a small smile before moving to turn around.

"Come by anytime missy if you want to learn some more about the mill, going by how many questions you asked, I doubt they have dried up yet". He said slightly mocking but in a good-natured way with a charming smile.

I was happy with the results of the inquiry, seeing the mill had been interesting but the long monologue had been a bit boring, but for the sake of politeness I had listened to him going on about his mill just a bit longer than I actually had the patience for.

I let out a sigh and looked up to where I had walked off to, by the time I realized I had walked in the wrong direction I could see the bridge. Even though I had to go in the completely opposite direction. I sweat-dropped internally until I spotted Mari and her brother playing on the bridge. They were climbing the stone ledge of the railing. I was about to yell at them to be careful, the river didn't seem safe to swim in and with this weather would be quite cold, When I heard shouting coming from a big gutted ugly man that was walking on the bridge towards them, I heard some more shouting and the next thing I knew. I saw him push Mari of the railing into the river below.

I heard her scream

As I started to shout her name and started to run toward the bridge but the current had already taken hold of her up and she was already rapidly approaching me as she was swept downstream. Without time to think I just threw off my cloak, Marlene had given me to borrow while running and dived into the water.

I(Lena) am good swimmer, I had even done competitions in my younger years, it had been a very effective way to get over my asthma, (yes it is possible to grow over asthma when you're young, a lot of physical training helps the odds of it happening, but it depends on the kind and you have and you need to be very lucky but it is possible I was one of the lucky ones, I hadn't had an asthma attack in 10 years).

The current was strong though and the water as predicted freaking cold. But by some stroke of luck, I managed to grab hold of the little girl, that was thrashing, crying and gasping for air as she was swept past me. She cried out when she noticed I caught her. But I couldn't hear much with the current drumming in my ears. I tried to get us out of the current, but it was too strong and I became afraid that we might both drown unless the river slowed.

I tried my best to swim to the side but the unpredictable undercurrent kept sucking us underwater. We had been swept away by the current for a quarter mile already, and I had to give up on swimming against the current and tried to see if I could maybe use it to my advantage in a natural turn of the river. But it was getting harder and harder to keep me from panicking, as it became incredibly hard to keep hold of Mari as well as it became harder and harder to keep both our heads above water.

As the river rushed along the valley it kept up picking the pace, and the wild jumble of currents kept sweeping me and Mari from one side to the other, with the fastest undercurrent constantly trying to drag us under. We started to get in real trouble quickly as I started to feel like my limbs were filled with lead. I started to panic even worse when I started to swallow water. I didn't know what to do, there was nothing... I could do... At another turn the water sucked us under again, I fought with all I had but the submerged current had finally caught us and my lungs started to fill with water.

I started to get black spots in my vision, and I could feel my grip on the already unconscious little girl slipping. We were going to die... I was going to die, never mind meeting Eragon and Saphira, I hadn't even learned magic. And now I was going to drown. I got kinda pissed off at the thought, though. I promised myself I would be ok even if I was going to die. But... this was too much, I didn't even get to do anything yet.

My conscious was fading fast and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. But instead, I was painfully jolted back to consciousness as my foot hit a rock. And for a second thanks to the pain, I was sharp again. That was it, magic! if there was ever a time to use it, it was right now. Don't fight the river, but use the current to swing you out of the bent. I thought about the times I had tried to use magic before and the realist in me saw me failing just as miserably, but I didn't let my past failures hold me back from trying. After all, not trying at all always ensures said failure.

I summoned all my concentration I had left and shot it like an arrow at the barrier I knew the magic would be behind. I didn't know if it was the sheer panic or the fact that I was in mortal danger, but this time the barrier shattered like glass, jabbing my mind, but also filling me with limitless power, or at least that's what it felt like. Clearing my mind of useless thoughts I remembered my purpose and even though no sound came out of my water filled mouth, the thought and intention were clear.

"Adurna Risa"

The moment I had bubbled out the last bit of air in my lungs by trying to speak, I could feel the magic take effect and my energy dropping at an alarming rate, but I could also feel the water current rising me and Mari to the surface. Now I just hoped the effort wouldn't kill me before we were on land. As we reached the surface I gasped and started a coughing fit, but my magic was draining me and my vision was getting blurry again, but there was now a sensation of jet-skiing as we were still being propelled by the magic current. But then we were just tossed into the air. As if the river had just spit us out because we tasted bad. As soon as the last part of my body left the water the draining of my magic stopped. I couldn't see a thing, but I braced for impact shielding the little girl as I felt the falling sensation.

We hid the ground hard, and even though I had tried to keep my chin down like they train you to do in martial art when falling, I couldn't and hit the back of my head... Hard... but my coughing fit hadn't stopped, so I didn't even have time to realize that I was bleeding a little. I opened my eyes to check the little girl, but it took a moment for my vision to return but when it did I, realized she wasn't just unconscious but not breathing either, how could she; she's been underwater for as long as I was and I had been seconds from passing out. I panicked and even though getting up made me dizzy, I jumped up. I shook her, but then mentally reprimanded myself for being dumb and I started CPR. I was very out of breath myself, but hell was I going to let this girl die just because it felt like I was having an asthma attack.

I could faintly hear speedy footsteps as I worked, but I didn't bother looking at who it was. I was only focused on trying to blow all the air I had in me into the lungs of the little girl. And after a minute or so, I let out a more than relieved sign when she started to sputter and cough up water.

"You witch!"

"I saw you drown you were both dead. And that wretched kid."

"She was dead!"

"I saw, she wasn't breathing before. You bewitched her."

The end of chapter one.

After note: Hell yeah, she can use magic after all, but it wasn't all that easy. And if she doesn't want to be a one trick monkey she better keep at practicing, maybe some real instruction from a teacher might help? But we'll see what happens next, right?

But now you guys know too, Lena is exactly one year before Eragon finds Saphira's egg in the spine. But what will happen in the meantime, maybe she goes off to kill dear old Galby before anything even happens, as Eragon proved, a lot can happen in a year *evil grin :P* Or maybe she's just going to chillax on the farm for a year, who knows, (oh, right, I do) *grins even wider* but I suppose with this ending maybe she's going to be on the receiving end of a witch hunt. And ends up on the stake? That would be a cool way to die, right? :P Painful but still cool :P

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