A/N: hey I'm back! Promised myself that I'd make this story that's been sitting in my mental library for months a reality… well…. Actually it more jumped out of the mental library rather then let me create it in my own sweet time…. Well…I hope you like it…oh and b.t.w. This dose have something to do with Eragon but its more the legend of an OC…I kind of regret ever thinking it up because it doesn't revolve around Eragon as much as I would like…. And if anyone else thinks so please let me know so that I don't feel all-alone! So read… review...but most importantly enjoy.

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" Come to me Eragon, for I have the answers to all you ask.
A measure of peace and satisfaction consoled Eragon.
"I will come."

"And so ends the first chapter in the grate legend of our leader Eragon." The storyteller said.
"Aw can't you tell us one more story…please?" the children crowding the man begged.
"No, no the stories are far too long." The old man reasoned.

The children then lowered their heads in disappointment at not being able to hear another wonderful legend or fairytale that night.

" But… perhaps I can tell a shorter legend… if you can think of one you would like to hear" the storyteller suggested.

All the children argued over their favorite stories, legends and fairytales as to witch one should be told.

" How about the legend of Findabhair the bounty hunter and her chapter in Eragon's legacy?" a tall, broad shouldered man asked.

The children whispered eagerly among them for this was a story hardly ever told. Some of them had never even herd the tail before.

" So then…we all agree to Findabahair's legend?" the story teller asked.

The children all eagerly agreed and huddled closer, determined not to miss a word he said.

" Very well" he said while nodding and clearing his throught.

(The story begins)

About a month after the attack on Farthen dur, The cleanup had been complete and it was bustling again with business and noise. Eragon was now spending more time outside in the training grounds. Determined to impress the Elves for how strong he was. But for today he was spending outside enjoying the lake close to the entrence hall.

And at the moment he was waiting for Saphira to return from hunting small pray. Even though she was well fed by the Varden she needed to keep hunting to ensure that she could always catch her own food.

"Eragon…Eragon…Eragon!" Saphira yelled to awake Eragon from his snozeing.
"What?" he asked. Agitated that his nap was interrupted.
" I see someone headed towards the Varden" she responded alowing him to see through her eyes.

He saw a person rideing slowly but surely twards the Varden. With someone walking beside them.

" I wonder who would be heading here…" Eragon sat wondering.

His curiosity didn't last long because through Saphira's eyes he saw that the rider was only a few minutes ride away from where he was dozing on the ground starring into the heavens.

Eventuallyhe returned to himself and heard the rustle of leaves of the travelers.

He stood up and waited for them to arive. He wasn't about to sit in a daze like a boy and wait for someone who could be foe to come upon him.

And sure enough moments later a rider and someone walking beside appeared out of the dense brush and then stood before him.

But this was no ordinary mount, it was a large wolf, a dire wolf he had herd of them in some of his favorite stories but they where just legends. And so he was proven wrong about fairy tails twice, Once for the were-cat and once for the dire wolf.

The wolf's rider had a black cloak on so nothing else could be seen, and the wolf had no saddle no reins nor any other adornments that might signify an owner. And a man stood in armor,his hands bound together next to the two.

"Stand aside" the rider, said It was a feminine voice.

" Who are you and what business do you have here?" Eragon asked refusing to stand aside.

Eragon then tried to probe the riders mind but found a wall. she was skilled in magic this was bad.

" That is none of your concern…now stand aside" the rider repeated.

The man beside them started making quick eye gestures flicking back and forth from his bound hands to the rider as if contemplating some form of escape.

"No…" Eragon said seeing if she would tell him after knowing he wouldn't move.

Any hopes of this soon where gone as the man who was bound had just cut his ropes using a piece of sharp rock and run. The rider then glared at Eragon as if blaming him for the escape of her prisoner. Then she spoke in a strange language that Eragon had never heard before. The dire wolf then turned around and bolted after the man.

"Saphira can you corner that man?" Eragon asked." Certainly" Saphira responded with an air of arrogance.

Saphira then bolted after the man from the sky and landed in front of the man cornering him between the female rider and herself. The man shot Saphira a desperate look as if begging her to let him run as the female rider pulled out a bolo (. A piece of rope with 3 ends and on each end there is a ball you grab one of the balls swing it over your head and throw.) And began to swing it over her head.

Eragon caught up just as she through the bolo. And it tied the man up around the waist and forced him to the ground. Eragon strode over to the man and looked him over checking for any bruises and to see where he had originally come from cause he was obviously brought here against his will.

Eragon saw that he was wearing armor with the king's crest across it he was working for the king. Although Eragon doubted that he was caught anywhere near the palace.

"Hey! Get away from my bounty!" the rider, shouted at Eragon.

" That explains it. She's a bounty hunter, so this must be one of her bounties." Thought Eragon.

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A/N: hope you liked this chapter and I'm sorry it ended so abruptly but please let me know what you think. And PLEASE let me know if you don't like it. Flames are accepted for they are greatly helpful. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.