I wanted to make an oc that had no blessings, that was entirely human and strives to be great with dedication and training. There are never those kinds of characters for Inheritance.

I have so, so, so many ideas for this story.


A year and a half before Eragon joins the Varden

Orion hated his life... he hated everything really. 'Sold into slavery, traveling the lands to be sold like chattel... life is... just... horrible. and now I am stuck in these stupid mountains in this stupid cave, waiting for a snowstorm to end... will it ever end!' Shivering he tried to curl in on himself, to preserve even a sliver of his body heat against the swell of cold filling the air, he started to cry. It was a subtle, rare thing, but he could not help it. His life was ending and soon he would be in Dras Leona, possibly sacrificed to the Gods of Helgrin, or so his slavers said. 'This is not right, I am twelve years old... I did not choose this, I am... ' Panic started to fill his chest but he did nothing, knowing he stood no chance against his slavers, who were gorging themselves on food consumed in excess by the roaring fire. They were well armed and dangerous and he was but a child, too weak to do much, especially as hungry as he was.

And yet the panic built, like lightning in a bottle, ready to escape...

"Boy!" A man said, grabbing his arm from out of nowhere, pulling him close to his drunken form. The man had a rakish expression, cocky and sure like a fantasy hero. He brought him close, breathing nasty wine into his face. "You're kind of cute." And like that, Orion felt true fear, knowing full well the type of man before him. He was brought closer and the panic took it's full effect.

Slamming his head against the man's nose, he heard a loud crack that signified a break. Pulling out the man's sword he carved a path through the man's chest and ran towards the entrace. The other slavers, shocked, only reacted once he ran past them. They gathered their weapons and rushed to him hate in their hearts and bloodlust filling the air.

"YOU BASTARD!" One called out.

He did not wait for them, running into the empty cold, the endless swath of snow about him. He ignored the cold, the wet and ran further and further, until he collapsed, too tired and weak to act, but still boiling with energy and panic. He felt, after a moment in the snow a hand grab the back of his thin cloth shirt, lifting him up. He saw a man's cold eyes glaring into him.

"You will pay, dearly, for that." The man said, and behind him the four other slavers all nodded, spite and hate in their eyes. "First we, we will cut-"

And then Orion exploded, the energy having built to such a degree that he could no longer contain it. In a wave of power that he could almost see, that drained all of Orion's energy and sent the men around him flying as if they had been struck.

Black spots filled his vision, the taste of blood in his mouth, Orion fell to the cold snow and slowly started to fade into what he could only presume was death...

Only for warm hands to life him skyward. "Boy... boy... please, do not die." The man's voice was muffled and kind, even as he was forced into a warm chest.

The world faded away entirely for a moment, for several, as Orion swam in endless darkness, only to return as suddenly as it left. He was no longer outside, but sitting on a comfortable bed, in front of a handsome black man, dressed finely in purple and red. The man looked at him warmly, kindly and Orion felt entirely safe.

"You scared, us, boy."

"Who are you?"

The man laughed. " Direct, I like that... my name is Ajihad, I am the leader of the Varden. It was my people that saved you from those Slavers... well, more like we saved you from the cold. Your magic saved you, as did that sword you used to kill one of your captors. I am rarely impressed, but you my boy impressed me."

Flushing, he nodded. "Thank you, sir... I... they were going to force themselves on me, it was bad enough that I was being sold as cattle... I had to do something, so I did. Even Death would be preferable to slavery and ever lasting torment."

"I can imagine you are right... tell me,.. what do you wish to do now?"

The boy frowned. " I... am not sure."

"Well, Orion, you used magic, a rare enough skill. We could use more magic users in the Varden, if you would accept teachings, you could help us."

The boy frowned. " I am twelve, are you sure you want me?"

The man nodded. "The Twins, those who read your mind to ensure you were not a spy, said you are literate and extremely intelligent. You are also determined enough to fight your captors despite the odds... I would be honored to have one such as you serve me."

The boy grabbed the man's hand, Ajihad squeezed his palm in return. "I... I would like that. I know my history, it was only under Galbatorix's reign that slavery was made legal. He is to blame, at least in part, for what happened to me. My father would never have been able to sell me into slavery without his rule... and to be honest... I ... I want to give back to you, to your people, for saving me." He offered the man a smile, before hugging him suddenly. Ajihad did not recoil, instead, he held the boy for a moment. "Thank you."

"It was entirely worth it, not only did we save and gain a new ally, but we got rid of scum. This is entirely a situation in which we won." They shared a laugh. "I will arrange for you to be educated in the basics of magic, by the Du Vrangar Gata, the magical organization that serves the Varden.

"Can I also learn swordplay and archery... I never want to be so helpless again... to feel so... lost and weak..."

The man nodded, his eyes serious. "Anything, my boy... you deserve the world and in as many ways as I can you will get it. Now, I must depart, Please, rest, your education will begin tomorrow."

And it was then, that twelve year old Orion, joined the Varden, entirely in his pursuits of power and skill and a refusal to remain weak and reliant on the unkinkd world that damned him in the first place.


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a lot of fun to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.