Hey all, Nimegen here writing my first fic. So, it'll be interesting to see how it turns out.

(oh yeah, dont read this unless your one of the people who havent read eldest)

Prolouge: After The Battle Of The Burning Plains

A cold wind blew through the tents of the varden, Winter was comming, and so were many unexpected things..

Eragon lifted his head, in the morning after it had all happend, he turned and saw Roran curled up, mutterig something about cheese snacks. He decided to get up and change to visit his friends a few tents away. He reached out for Zar'roc, just incase, when he realised he had forgotten what happend the afternoon before.

Sorrow, grief, love and misery, hit him all at once when he thought about it.

Then a slight knock on one of the wooden boards that held the tent up brought him back to his senses.

"Come in." He mutterd wearily.

The tent flap lifted and Arya came in.

"I need to speak to you" She spoke softly in the Ancient Language.

Mekong Delta River Region, September 1977 9:00 AM

The Huey was flying low, low over the river jungles of Veitnam.

The men inside weren't speaking, partly because you neaded to yell at the top of your lungs to be heard, but the pilot and co-pilot needed to, so obviously, the had radios.

Something was moving in the bushes below, dark shapes of men, hard to tell if friend of foe.

There was a sandbag bunker below them, the shapes stopped and took diffrent possitions around the bunker. one layed down on its stomach while another walked behind it, we could hear the slight scream of something that sounded like bai! and then it happend.

The quick scream of the rocket, and the explosion when it hit the tail was frightening at most.

The tail of the Huey almost imediatley tore off and flew into the river below, we were in a spin now,

some on on the radio screaming "Super Station 4 you allright? SUPER STATION 4!" "We're hit! We're GOING DOWN I REPEAT GOING DOWN"

We neared the jungle below, getting closer, when the stop rotor spun off, now we could he the pilot, "Come on, honey darling, hold together" Then all of a sudden the Huey stopped, veloped by a green hue, and then men were cursing out, wondering what had happend.

We reapeared over, not Veitnam, but a strange area, with a orange hue to the air, piles of bodies, and smoke plumes.

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