So this is my very first fanfic, and helpful critisism is welcomed! By the way, I do not own any of the Inheritance Trilogy, this entire FanFic is just a little tidbit of my imagination, NOTHING MORE! So I'll try to update weekly, give or take a few days and here it is...
---Prologue---
What if Arya didn't have the energy to transport Saphira's egg to Eragons location? What if she had fallen even shorter of her target? What if had gone to the remota town of Cuenon? This story tells those events, from Eragon to Eldest to Book III. Now listen closely as I retell these events...
When Jair stepped out into the late summer breeze, he had very little on his mind. His parents were both working in the mill, so he was all alone. There was no one his age to play with, no one he could comfortably talk with. He thought he'd just wander around the woods, so he could gather up his thoughts and just think to himself.
Jair was only 13 years old, very nearly 14. He had wild unkept auburn hair, and playful brown eyes. He had never done much in life, and he liked it that way. He liked having few responsibilities, having no one rely on him, and how he could get off with anything being so young. He knew that would change someday, so he made the best of it.
Summer was coming to a close, and the leaves rich green leaves were beginning to change in colour and only a few had fallen. Jair stopped at a little grove, and sat down on a stump. He placed his hands on his knees and just sat there, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time.
A leave fell from the tree above him, and suddenly something close to the sound of thunder rang through the woods. Startled, he jumped up and looked around. Not fifty feet away, there was aentire area, smoldering. Looking for some sort of cause, and seeingnone, he cautiously stepped forward. He picked a branch up, and held it forward, in case he was attacked.
As he drew closer, he saw a blue shape. He stepped a little closer, and a little closer, until he was close enough to pickit up. Being very careful, he reached forward and picked it up,and examined it. It was a perfectly polishedblue stone, like the rocks from the sides of riverbanks, except this one was a bright extravegant blue, and the setting sun made it reflect light everywhere.
Hedropped the branch and stood up, extremely curious now. Little white viens seemed tobe spreadall over it. It wasn't extremely heavy, but he still needed two hands to carry it. Thinking that something like this might be worth quite a bit of money, he walked home. Perhaps the traders would buy it when they came this fall...
A/N: Short, I know, but this is my first time, cut me some slack! I like to know what you all think about it. I'll try to update tomorrow and stuff...