A/N:I hope you will like this chapter. New civilizations. Oh! The excitements of writing about them...OMG the first dialogue! Well, not exactly, if you count her father, but you get the point. Thank you to thecollector1298 for reviewing! Enjoy!:P

Disclaimer: I do not own Alagaesia Christopher Paolini does...blah...blah..blah

Chapter 2: 162 years later

I looked off the crag, lonely. Below me, the endless forest stretched on for leagues. A single tear traced its way down my cheek, and I wiped it away. A thought occurred to me. I had never talked with any intelligent life, save for the mice, squirrels, and other creatures. But they ignored me. More tears fell as the self-pity grew inside me. They slid off the rocky crag and disappeared. I would not allow myself to have self-pity, else I might go mad. Gradually, the tears became sniffles, and they soon disappeared.

I stood up, brushing myself off the best I could. Then, I turned around, heading back towards my home. Boom! I was thrown backwards like a rag doll, landing on the hard rock with a crunch. I groaned. Red and black...or was it black and red?My mind filled with more nonsensical statements. Ducks? No..mallards!

A few minutes later, my head was relatively clear, and I stood up. Cautiously, I looked around, wary of another explosion. Had I done something bad? Was this punishment from my father? The stone was blackened. My first thought was I will now have to go back and clean the whole thing! Humph!But then I saw another piece of fabric. And my heart ran away. Maybe those Grey Folk he told about are here! I had spent endless hours looking at that single piece of fabric. I had scrutinized it for so long, that it had eventually become a pile of ratty fibers. So, I copied it onto the wall of my house. But no extra details had come of it.

I walked over to the note and picked it up. It was singed along the edges and pleasantly warm to the touch. There was a slight wood fire aroma to it, reminding me of the time I had accidentally reached for the fire instead of my mug, burning my hand. Besides the burnt edges, it was unharmed. So I read it. Angela, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to. That spell needs a little more work still. Anyways, the Grey Folk will soon arrive. My heart jumped out of my chest. I reminded myself not to let that happen again, in case it might actually hurt me. Then I continued reading. Give them shelter, and teach them how to live and survive in Alagaesia, but do not give them your loyalty or promises. For they know the Ancient Language, a language of magic and truth. Beware of your closest friends, for they may stab you in the back. I have also sent you a weapon, may you use it for good or ill.

-Crogan

The advice could be useful later, so I put it in my pocket with the remains of the first note and map. How would I go about searching for these Grey Folk? Where was the weapon? My mind was flooded with questions.

"What you are ….thinking?"a voice asked behind me. I whirled around, ready to punch my enemy. By the faint light, a face showed in the darkness. It was female, with gray eyes wide open. Her nose was slight, and her mouth was a thin line upon her face. Gray hair framed her face, giving her an old appearance.

"You are one of the...Grey Folk?"my voice was raspy from disuse.

"Yes, that be the name of us, why, I am not knowing"

"Us?"

" Yes, as far that I can see, all of us are here"

"What is your name?"

"My name? Ah...names are the...ah...portals,yes?..portals to the...soul. But I am entrusting you with mine. My name... it is Dreawyn."

"That is a beautiful name...mine is Angela."

"Do you know where I am? We remember nothing of our pasts..."

"You are in Alagaesia. More, I do not know...even though I have been here for more than fifty and a hundred years."

"Oh..." I could tell she was dissapointed, "I will come back tomorrow at dawn if you would like to talk. I understand that you are lonely, yes?"

"Yes..."I muttered, but she was already gone. It was too dark to search for the weapon, so I decided to come back tomorrow, before Dreawyn came. With my worries gone, I departed for home, my one room log cabin that I could call home. Home... I thought about my family, my parents that I never knew. Crogan... I would have to ask Dreawyn about this Ancient Language. Maybe then I could communicate with my family. Hope. Something to hold onto, a handhold on the the sheer cliff that was life.

A/N: Please REVIEW! I want NAMES! I want to know if i suck at dialogue... Dreawyn sounds to me like a total idiot...

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