A/N: Thanks for all of the 1 reveiws i got. ( shakes head ) Here's the next chapter, and please reveiw this time?

You pronounce Airon as Err-I-On, by the way.

Airon ducked back into the tunnel, but not before a gaurd saw him and alerted the others. "There he is! Get him!"

Airon thought fast. "Oh crap. RUN!" He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and he dashed behind a corner. He pressed up behind a wall and tried to calm his frantic breathing.

He peeked again. (not a very good move, is it?) "There he is!" "Awww, man!" He started running again, but this time a gaurd was right behind him. Panic spread across Airon's face when he saw that it was a dead end. Airon whirled around. "Oh no..." he breathed. The gaurd had a bow, and had just aimed when-

CRRRIINK! Airon shot a concentrated blast of ice from his right hand, freezing the arrow on the spot. It fell to a shatter on the ground, just feet from his chest. Quickly, and before his strength left him, he shot another blast and froze him.

Just as he thought he was going to make it he started to black out from fatigue as a pair of rough hands kept him from falling.

Airon had time to think just a few words. "Never did that before..."

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Airon awoke in a small cart. His hands were shackled with rough iron, and they were starting to leave red marks on his wrists.

It was filled with hay, but as he struggled up, he noticed he was not alone.

"Don't move demon boy!"

Airon looked at his accuser. It was a farmer ( much to his releif, ) but he certainly didn't look very much like one who saved him from the soldiers. If this person even did it, considering he called him demon boy.

"Where am I?" Airon asked as he struggled to sit up.

"I said DON'T MOVE, SPAWN OF SATAN!"

Airon dropped back to a lying position. "Okay, obviously deranged." "I'm gonna get a BIG reward fer taken you to Galby! Oh yes, VERY big reward."

"Galby? Does he mean Galbatorix? If he does, I gotta get outta here, even if it means that I have to hurt this guy."

"Look," Airon began, "I don't deal in devilish arts. I was born this way. I really wish you would just let me go, because you know that Galbatorix dosn't give any good presents."

"I'm afraid you can't leave if you wanted to, Airon.

Airon turned around in the cart.

Looking back at him was a soldier dressed in the royal armor of Galbatorix's private troops. "You will leave us, farmer. Unless you don't want the gold that you'll get for doing this, and instead want a beheading." The Emperial gaurd looked at the farmer with scorn.

"Y-yes sir!" The hapless farmer went off to his reward, good or bad.

The gaurd unshackled Airon and led him into a large tent, the ceiling about 10 high.

"You, Airon, are bigger than you realize. Galbatorix know the secrets of your past. Secrets only for your ears. You are part of a large prophecy, in which you will destroy the rouge rider, and bring justice to the empire!"

The man discreetly muttered a few words as he turned away and opened a bottle he had in his pack. "We have long awaited your coming of age, Airon, now drink this elixer and be healed of your curse.

"My...my curse?"

"Yes, well, we know that you just want to lose that wreched ice body of yours. Do you not remember the farmer, who had immediatly called you a son of the Evil one? Do you not want to be forever sepparated from this curse that befelled you as a child? Even your parents agree with us. They were with the empire all along, being paid by us to keep you alive till your age.

"My age?" Airon's voice trembled slightly at the idea of being accepted by his town, a human.

"Yes...your 17th birthday will give you more control than ever. But first...you must kill Eragon."

A/N: Ooo, cliffie. Introducing Eragon in the next chapter. REVEIW! I NEED AT LEAST ONE TO UPDATE!