A/N: I do hope someone will read this unlike my last one...If you do, please review. I don't write long authors notes...nor do I write long chapters Hehe...sorry

Oh well, please review. Ch2 coming soon!Warning: Post-Inheritance Spoilers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Alagaesia, Angela, Inheritance Cycle, and all that stuff. It all belongs to our friend Christopher Paolini...

Chapter 1

Some say she was born of the earth, others say she came from deep within the forest, and others believe that she was born to the sea. But the truth? It remained a mystery for hundreds of years. No records existed of the birth of the witch Angela. Until this document was discovered... nobody knew. This is the story of the long life of Angela the Mooneater. Her secrets lie in these pages.I doubt any person with common sense will believe this account of my life, but I fear my time is coming. This is my only legacy. Read well, for this collection of knowledge and experience may save your life. -Angela

I was born on a day of neither light, nor darkness. It is not right even to call it a day. It was the first dawn. The dawn of Alagaesia. Gray, neither light, nor dark. Then, a faint light showed on the horizon. A faint whisper I heard in my ear. But I could not turn around. I could not see my parents.

"You have a great destiny, Angela... Goodbye, my child, good luck on your journey." Then the world was dark.

Light filtered into my vision. I looked around, searching for my family. When I did not find them, I did not cry. Instead I stood up and swept my gaze over my surroundings. I was situated in a meadow full of blossoms. Around me was a ring of trees. The trees obscured the sky, but rays of light could be seen shining through.

It was then that I realized my fist was clenched. I opened my palm, and a note fluttered toward the ground. Picking it up, I looked it over. It was a small scrap of fabric, upon which was written in messy handwriting with ink: Angela, you do not know me, but I am your father, and the "father" of Alagaesia and the lands beyond. Destiny awaits you, but not for a long time. Soon the Grey Folk will arrive. After that, so will the elves, dwarves, dragons, humans, and all the others. You are not alone, Angela. There was a reason. There always is. I have included a map.

-Crogan

I flipped it over. It was blank. My mind raced. Why would he lie? Then, I looked down, and relief flooded through me. There was another scrap, with a crudely drawn map. On the top, there was drawn a collection of stick trees labeled Forest. Since that was the only forest on the map, I presumed that was my location. There were also mountains, rivers, and lakes. It would probably be useful later, so I left it in my pocket.

Then I set out to find materials to build a shelter. Hopefully, I would survive the night.

A/N: Did I do okay? Please REVIEW!