Here is chapter 3! Please R&R, and helpful critisism is always welcome, as usual...
Chapter 3
Jair woke up to a cloudy morning. The sun was completely blocked out, and it was a little chilly. Jair put on a extra shirt to make sure he could stay warm. Since he didn't have much of an idea what time it was, he merely went downstairs and started to eat whatever he could get his hands on. He was starved, and if there was any food that he liked, he ate it. He ate for quite awhile, just cramming food into his mouth.
Hedidn't have any relatives besides his mom and dad. His father had been an only child, and his mothers siblings had all died for some reason or another. be it the plague or accidents. As a result, Jair never had many people to play with. Most kids were all a few years younger, or older, and the ones that were his age didn't like him too much and he didn't like them either. He ussualy just spent the days relaxing, occasionally helping his parents in the mill, and other various tasks. He used to have a tiny dagger that he could whittle spare pieces of wood with, but it had broken. It was a very old dagger.
Jairhad wanted to practice with his sword, but it a drizzle had started to form. He didn't want to practice with a wet sword, so he merely roamed the streets, watching other people go about there various tasks. They all looked miserable, being rained on, and so was Jair, but he didn't mind. He liked the rain, along with any other weather condition. It was unusual, but Jair didn't mind. He liked being unique, having a special quality, no matterhow strangeit was.
His family had very little money. He parents made a good living by selling flour, either in the market, or directly to the bakers store, but taxes demanded so much these days. Jair heard that the war between the Empire and the Varden was getting worse, that King Galbatorix demanded more of his subjects, be it money, supplies, and most usually able-bodied men. Jair hoped to be one of those men. That's why the prospect of the sword excited him so much. If he trained hard enough, he may be able to join. Jair didn't have any other life plans, and had never considered another course of life.
He had never met anyone he had strong feelings for, and hadn't thought of marriage. He was just a care-free kid as of now. Jair passed time the rest of the day by throwing rocks at trees, and practicing his aim. The rain was getting harder and harder, pounding on him. He was thouroughly soaked, and thought he had gotten a cold. He hurried back to his house, shivering. His father was resting on his bed, and his mother was cleaning.
"Why aren't you at work?" he asked, his teeth chattering together. His mother turned to him, and replied.
"Too wet and cold. He couldn't get any work done, at least without doing a terrible job. You look cold, let be get you something." she left the room and came back witha warm blanket and fresh clothes. "Go change into these and wrap uup in this." She gestured to each of the items in her hands in turn, then handed them to him. He did as she said, and sat next to the fireplace, absorbing the heat. He stared into the flames. He thought he saw something moving inside them...
The air was full of thick smoke and fire leapt from the rooftops of buildings. It was the town of Ceunon, and it was burning. The cries of men and women drifted through the air, and then they were drown out by a terrible roar. A figure clad in black armor strode out of the smoke, carrying a iridescent green sword...
Jair shook his head, and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, the images in the fire were gone. What was that? he wondered to himself. He was aware that he was shaking. His mother hadn't seemed to notice. Disturbed by what had just happened, Jair let his mind drift to much more pleseant things. The thunderous roar was still ringing in his ears when he finally went to bed that night...
A/N - Sooooo... yeah! That's a wrap! Please review...