Eragon's goose bumps grew as the palace appeared on the horizon, slumped like a giant monster. The city looked as any other, with ugly parts and marvelous parts. The only problem was that everything was dramatized. Sculptures and gardens grew like they had spent life times to be started. Not a detail on the sculptures was worn or false or course. Not a flower lay out of place in the gardens, nor were they anything but the perfect colors. These items had lots of pressure to stay perfect, lest they end up like the bad end of town. It was obvious were the good end ended and the bad one began. Problems of every short covered the lands. From sewage problems to fires left to burn, to famine. Eragon winced as he heard cries of hunger, screams of danger, screeches of death. Unfortunately there was more on the bad end then any other city Eragon had seen yet.

So far, all was perfect with the plan though. The clouds covered in front of the pale moon, hiding its little light. The spells cast were working perfectly. And the court yard was full of people…wait, oh no. Eragon began to panic. He could hear screamed of protest, something was up. For one long moment, everyone held their breath. There was no way they could kill that many people without someone triggering the alarm.

He sighed with relief though, as the crowd poured into the palace. All the less chance of being found out. Eragon realized. Saphira landed into the court yard to faint echoes of protest. Soon all was quiet again. The black palace shimmered in the moonlight, sending shivers down Eragon's spine. But that did not distract him from his goal…

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A scream in the night. The flap of velvet wings. A bright meteor lighting up the sky…Suddenly green eyes flashed open. Something was wrong. She heard a loud pound on her door and shot up, bronze hair flipping as she did. Outside her room, she could hear them. Her father had been right. They'd come for her. They hadn't cared when she was but a babe, but now that she didn't look it, they hated having an elf in their midst. She looked nearly fifteen, though her true age was far younger. More like a few months then years.

Despite her beauty, she was not the best example of an elf. She was more of a fair human then an elf. Her forehead was broader and her eyes, a deeper green like an evergreen forest rather then the typical sparkling emerald. She'd been taught by her father how to fight so, if need be, she may defend herself, but her reflexes would shame her race. It was also said that all elves could use magic, though she could not yet.

"Go back to the forest, you tree huggn' bastard, or this'll be the last thing you'll hear." A ragged man's voice yelled through the night.

"You don't belong here, cone-ear." A woman's voice screeched. She remembered what her father had told her to do if she was in her room when it happened.

She began slipping the last few things into her bag, already budging with numerous things, most of which her father had packed. There were seven pockets, one of which her father had been very mysterious about. "Only open it when the time is right." Was all he said. She wanted to know what it was so badly, for it took up a lot of space, but her father had gave her strict orders not to open it.

Finished with her packing, she buttoned the sections up. As she slung her pack over her shoulder, she whirled around to see what she could hear. Boom, boom, boom. The door shuddered like it too was fearful. With each rhythmic boom, fear struck through her heart like a rouge lightning bolt. Boom, boom, boom. It grew louder, more forceful.

She turned to face the wall. Her eyes searched for a way out. They saw a small piece of wood, jutting up slightly. She smiled as her dainty hand reached up for it slowly. She gently put her hand on it, feel its coolness. No turning back now, she, with a soft grunt, pushed it in. The wall gave a soft shiver, and then slowly pushed in. The door had lead to a dark, long, narrow crevice. She silently squeezed in and shut the door behind her. For a moment, all she could hear was the soft drip of water droplets falling from the ceiling where a series of pipes fed water to the rooms of the palace.

Suddenly, she heard a huge bang and a bunch of cheers. They broke in… she realized. She sunk towards the back of the crevice, hiding in the dark. She heard some shuffling, angry sneers, more shuffling, crashing, ripping, a short crackle of fire. Tears began to fall from her eye. She leaned back against the wall for support.

"Search for secret doors." There came the muffled voice of a man. She could almost feel there knifes, burning fiery holes in her skin. Her hands shifted around the wall, as if they could find some sort of an exit.

Suddenly there came the noise of a wall moving. She tried to steady herself, but failed. Light poured through her green eyes as she fell backwards into a beautiful room. There was a silver alter in the center, with words of peace and love in the ancient language. The light was a vivid green color, turning the alter almost a greenish shade. There was a place to put something, but it was empty. Not even a piece of dust of what was once there.

She sat in this beautiful room, and cried hard. Her tears began to cover the floor. She cried till there were no tears left in her and her face was red and sticky and her head hurt. Then, she, shivering slightly, listened. In the hall, she could hear the mob. She looked to the wall, pushed in an emerald, and the door swung forward. Listening first to be sure they were really gone, she reentered her room.

What she saw was truly gruesome. Her bed was torn and burnt. Blood smudged on anything she left behind. A farth that her dad had made of her was destroyed, the white rock broken into dust. And an old teddy bear she had neglected to bring for its size was ripped in half. She picked up her old teddy and cradled it in her arms for a moment.

Seeing there nothing was left, she went back through the trap door and made her way to the silver room any cried. Little had she known that this was a new beginning, not the end.

Hey, sorry I haven't updated it a while. But check out my mega update. I have six stories w/ new chappies! Well, please tell me what cha think on this new chapy. Remember, Eragon is not mine. And these are only predictions of what may happen.