I'm very sorry for the late update, but I was distracted by Netflix. I really hope you like this chapter. I know it's not very good, but please no flame. Give it a chance, I promise it'll get better.

Disclaimer: I do not own the 32nd Infantry division or Inheritance cycle.

P.S. I'm writing this at the same time my Ranger's apprentice fanfic, so the updates might have a long time in between them.

~Chapter 2~

He opened his eyes.

Wait… I thought I died?

He looked down at his leg, but couldn't see any sign of injury. What he could see was that he was wearing his army gear. Combat boots on his feet, his brown mottled cargo pants were now green, as was his vest. The bulletproof vest was stocked with clips for is sniper rifle and his 9 mil., he noticed his guns in the moss next to him besides a backpack. He opened it and found a full canteen, some rations, a compass, a strange map, a box of matches , his rangefinder and some more ammo for his handgun. He noticed a green boonie hat that was stuffed in the bottom of the bag as well as a first aid kit. He put the hat on his head, covering his dirty blond hair and closed the bag.

He picked up his guns and backpack and checked his belt. He found three grenades and a road flare strapped securely to it.

Finally Riley looked around him and found himself on a small clearing in a dense forest that seemd as if it wanted to swallow him into the darknes.

Great, risen from the dead and lost in freakin' forest. Does it get any worse?

Suddenly he saw some light through the dense trees and decided he would find out and see if maybe there were some campers, or someone he could ask for directions.

He heard men talking and as he came closer and closer he could hears voices now and a couple were shouting orders while some were just making smalltalk. He slowly stepped closer to the clearing and could now see men wearing chainmail and holding spears, swords and bows.

There must be some sort of medieval re-enactment going on. He thought

well I'd better say hello then. The lost sniper stepped onto the clearing and immediately someone shouted, the men grabbed their weapons and stood up, all facing him.

Riley quickly raised his hands to show he was unarmed and started speaking: "Hooo… you don't have to go all violent all the sudden , I just wanted to ask for directions to the nearest town."

A man spoke to one of the others in a dialect Riley couldn't quite place. "Go get the captain Albriech." And the man ran off to one of the tents.

"What's going on?" Riley asked. "We could ask you the exact same question stranger!" a voice boomed from behind the men surrounding as they broke apart to let a large muscular man clad in chainmail with a shaggy beard through. "Do you work for the empire?"

"Empire? What empire?" Riley asked, now really confused.

"Don't play stupid boy. Everyone knows about the empire."

"I really have no idea what you're talking about! Do you perhaps have a phone I can use to call for someone to pick me up?" he tried.

"What is a phone?" the bearded man said with the same confusion as Riley was experiencing. "Well... I guess it doesn't really matter." " Do you work for the Empire or not?" came a shout.

"What is this Empire you keep talking about, but no I don't work for any empire if you want to know so badly. I'm a US sniper, 32nd infantry division.

"What are those sigils on your arms?" the man asked.

"The flag of the United States of America and my company logo." The latter being a red arrow shot through a line of the same colour.

"Carn, can you confirm this?"

A man he hadn't even noticed yet spoke up. "aye, what he says is true, but there are parts of his mind that were shielded stronger than even Shadeslayer's."

"Wait, you were in my mind?!" Riley blurted out in confusion.

"I did however see that strange object on his back in action, it seems to be an incredebly powerful weapon. A bit like a bow, but with great range and the damage one of our ballistae." Carn said with a worrisome voice.

Riley was still too much in shock to react because the fact the man had just read his mind, until the bearded man spoke again. "What is your name?"

Riley looked up at the captain and spoke "Riley Brimland, what's yours?"

"Roran Stronghammer, captain in the Varden's army and cousin to the last free rider." Roran answered.

"Last free rider? What do you mean by that?" Riley asked, even more confused now. "And who are the Varden?"

Roran was about to explain, but someone put a hand on his shoulder. "I think we shuld let him find out about Eragon for himself." Both men grinned widely and Riley still stood dumbstruck in the middle of a quickly disbanding circle of men.

"You two," Roran said to two of his men ",keep an eye on him until I come back. I will have to discuss this matter with Eragon and Nasuada."

Roran suddenly shouted in pain as out of nowhere an arrow sprouted from his ankle and men clad in chainmail and gold embroidered red surcoats charged onto the clearing.

"ITS AN AMBUSH! COME ON MEN GET INTO A DEFENSIVE FORMA-!" One of Roran's officers shouted before being hit in the chest by two arrows.

Roran was still laying on the ground as three of the soldiers in red approached him, swords drawn and with a look in their eyes that made clear that they were going for the kill. None of the soldiers were close enough to help their fallen captain and the enemies encircled their defenceless prey.

Riley dodged a sword swing heading for his neck and plunged his combat knife into the sword's owners stomach. He pulled his knife out of his attacker and spotted Roran in his hopeless position.

He drew his gun from its holster and fired three shots with the speed and accuracy only a highly trained soldier could ever hope to achieve and the three men who were attacking the wounded captain.

Some archers started firing at him, but they either missed or were halted by his bulletproof vest and he started firing back, he emptied his clip on the archers and twelve of them fell dead to the ground.

He reloaded and emptied another clip, but this time at the other soldiers attacking.

Now, I want you, dear reader, to imagine this: You are a simple foot soldier in medieval times. You and your company are tasked to take out an enemy raiding party. You spot them and attack.

But suddenly, someone in strange clothes, not even bothered by the arrows flying at him as they bounce off his vest, grabs a strange metal object and aims it at the archers, you hear loud bangs and the object spits fire. Most of the archers drop dead, probably some of your friends are with them.

Then he aims that weapon at your other companions and starts taking them out as well, not bothered by their chainmail and steel breastplates.

Now answer me this question: Would you not be terrified, would you not run from what seems the devil himself, drop your weapons and flee like the wind before you fall prey to this strange man? Would you? I would, and I bet you would too.

And that is exactly what happened.

Weeeeell... I hoped it wasn't to painful to read, especially the first part, Please tell me what you thought about it and help me become a better writer.

Thank you for reading!