This is my first story and I'm currently writing the next chapters. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, Eldest, or anything else Christopher Poalini created.
Chapter 1: Dawn Meeting
Ajivon surveyed the sleeping herd from a short distance. He was in The Spine, hunting deer, looking for the most badly wounded individual of the group, but he hadn't seen it yet. There was one lying on the outskirts of the main group with a gash on one hind leg and its left forefoot was twisted at an odd angle. The deer was an average sized 'yearling' (one year-old deer). A wolf must have wounded it, Ajivon thought to himself. The buck was breathing heavily, but suddenly it stood up in surprise just as Ajivon was drawing his bow. Seeming to stare at him, or at a place behind him, it flared its nostrils, grunted to alert the group, and crashed away into the forest. The rest of the group soon followed.
"Sorry for spooking them," growled a rough voice behind Ajivon.
Ajivon started to turn around, but as a blade was pressed into his neck, he stopped turning.
"Listen to my directions and don't ask questions until I am finished," growled the voice behind him. The voice continued, "Come back in five days to begin your training. Bring your bow, arrows, and a blade. Tell no one. Any questions?"
Ajivon shook his head slowly, being careful not to slice his throat on the blade tip.
There was a slight breeze, and as Ajivon was distracted, the blade's pressure vanished. He turned around quickly, but his new teacher had disappeared.
Ajivon decided to head back to his home, for it was getting dark and growing colder. It was also cloudy night and the full moon was barely visible behind the clouds. Ajivon noticed only one difference as he headed home; the bark of one side of a large tree had been rubbed off. He went to look at how badly the tree was hurt, but it seemed to him that it would survive. All of the bark that had been rubbed off landed in sort of a pile. Slightly in front of the pile were two large wolf prints. I must tell father to guard the animals, for if wolfs have come back, the surely will attack them, Ajivon thought to himself. Several minutes later, wolves howled a chorus in the distance.
Ajivon jogged down a steep hill that was on the way to his home, a small farm on the outskirts of Therinsford, very close to the Spine, which sometimes drew attention from the other townspeople, not the good kind of attention. Sometimes while his family was in town getting supplies, people would get out of their way or stand aside and give them strange looks.
Lately there have been odd things happening around his home. Animals would disappear and be found days even weeks later unharmed and sometimes even heavier than before, like they were being cared for. Three pigs went missing almost two weeks before and when he arrived home, his father came out to meet him.
"The pigs are back," his father exclaimed happily when he arrived. His father continued, "they were found in their pens ten minutes before you got back."
All he replied was "Oh."
He headed towards his room in the back of the house to prepare for his training.
He never got around to telling his father about the wolves. Never.