Sup guys! I know it's been a long time since I uploaded but I'm so not gonna be blamed fo it. I had the 5 letter extreme stress word hanging over my head E X A M S. Sucky huh.I wrote this chapter within like, 3 hours coz I really wanted to get on with the story so don't blame me if it's worse than Rebecca Black singing. Blame the fact that all my electronic stuff was confiscated *wipes tears* ( even my ipod, so u can imagine how deprived I was).

Also, lets face it guyz, u hate giving reviews dont u? After all, it sorta shows considering only 2 ppl reviewed *puts on angry face mask*. U better start reviewing or I'm officially gonna brand u all the term "DWEEB".( No seriously, I will. )

I don't mind if u guyz flame this shit, coz thats what it really is (more or less) (But I still want reviews!) This chapter is relatively short (about 2,000 words long) but then and again, I was in a hurry.

Stuff u shud noe:

1. This chapter is like, a decade after the prologue, in line wid d storyline.

2.I was in a hurry so I am NOT, NOT gonna be blamed if its a piece o' crap.

Oooh I almost forgot:

DISCLAIMER: I am C.P. and I own the Inheritance Cycle and it's characters.

ERROR:Excess of sarcasm on the screen. Kindly wipe it off or your P.C. will shut down in 5...4...3...

K... so on advice of Restrained Freedom, I just thought u guys shud noe some extra stuff:

1. This chapter is just to get totally crude points into ur head coz I didnt have enough time for beautification .

2. Crude points? yeah this is them: a) Isabel is alive...b)This is not a dream she has after killing the urgal...c) Uh, find this one on ur own, I've underlined it.

3..I noe I left loads of stuff in between, but I'm just dying to get to the interesting part.

Chapter 1: Return

Isabel forced her eyes open. The sun was just rising, as she knew it would. The monotony of life made her want to scream out in frustration. Day after day, week after week, life in Carvahall never seemed to be different. In the day, she would help out on the farm and in the night, Brom and Oromis would teach her about magic, fighting and such as they had been for the past decade. She sat up in bed, blinking like an owl, and yawned. The two men had been too hard on her last night. She had forgotten the name of King Palencar's cousin twice removed's wife, so they made her repeat the names of the line of descendants traced down from mad old Palencar till King Orrin, the current ruler of Surda. She had only gotten back a few hours before sunrise. Her education had to be secret for fear of the Empire using her against Brom. Galbatorix might even force her to become a magician for him. She shook her head in distaste, to live in Urubaen would prove to be disastrous for her.

Her line of thought was disturbed by Roran's voice which emanated through the door, "Come out already, we have to finish harvesting the squash today". Knowing that there wasn't a choice, she slowly slid out of her bed, dragging the blankets with her, onto the cold wooden floor, the large sapphire around her neck weighing down.

It had been a gift from Brom after the incident in the woods. The unfortunate urgal now had its horns up in Morn's tavern, which was where the men who had found it later the next morning had decided to put it up. They had even told the village it had been them who had slain it and were now revered as heroes by the people of the village. She wished she could have told the villagers it had been her who had killed the creature, for the winters might have been warmer, the bedding fluffier and food more abundant. They didn't starve, far from that, but the winters were harsh, and food was hard to come by at times. The men wanted meat too, not to fill their stomachs, the land could support them, but because it was a social status. Though this disgusted her and prevented her from eating meat in good consience, she still had to for it would seem strange if she were to give up eating meat.

Shivering, she made her way to the wash stand by the window in her room and splashed her face with the freezing water. She could have heated the water if she had wanted to using magic, but didn't feel the need to. She looked up at the looking glass and her eyes met two soft, yet intense brown almond shaped slightly, wiped her face on a cloth hanging next to the looking glass, dressed and headed out of her room and towards the dining room.

She wasn't shocked when she saw Eragon sitting at the table eating chicken for she had felt his presence the night before and Brom had told her what had haappened in the village. Despite the numerous times she had told him not to, the old man continued to stalk Eragon throughout the village.

Between bites of the chicken, Eragon recounted his tale of what had happened in the woods. Not having heard of his part of the story, she listened with interest as a normal day hunting deerturned into that of a discovery and a stone. Of the stone, Brom ha only told her that it was big, blue, and that Eragon had attempted to trade it with Sloan, the butcher, in exchange for meat. Curious to see what it looked like, she asked him, "And can we see this noteworthy stone of yours now Eragon?" At first, he seemed to shy away from the idea of bringing it out, but when Roran joined in and wanted to see it too, Eragon slowly got up, went to his room, and brought out a large, sapphire stone with him. The stone was beautiful. Veins of white sprawled across a sapphire blue she had only seen in a certain place, Brom's memories of his Saphira. She stared at the stone, frozen with shock. So the stories of old really are true...

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She hurtled through the blizzard, brown eyes half closed trying to keep the snow out of her eyes; Isabel made her way to Brom's house. It was near a fringe of the forest, as she thought to be suitable for such a vague character. Not to me though, no, never vague to me. I've known him long enough to understand him perfectly….maybe... Never had she thought this predicament would come to take place. It was a rather desperate situation now, almost two weeks had gone by since Eragon had come back from his hunting trip with that dragon egg and it already had thoughts of hatching. She knew this egg was going to destroy the life she had built for herself with the help of Brom, bit by bit, piece by piece. It wouldn't take long for the Empire to track down the egg, and if it hatched the chances of it not finding the dragon grew only slimmer. After all, there's only so long you can hide a dragon in a forest…

She felt herself passing Gertrude's house. It was dark and her feet were cold, but she had to keep going, for Eragon, for algaeisia. The time seemed to fly by and she was soon at Brom's doorstep. She banged on the door, but no one answered. Frustrated, she tried again and this time she could hear the shuffling of feet inside the house. The door opened and Brom's face came into view, "What is it? There's a blizzard going on, how did you come? You're not supposed," She held up a hand to stem his flow of words. "We are in a very tight spot Brom, the egg might hatch."

X.o.X.o.X.o.

"And when exactly did you notice this?" Brom's voice was quiet, as though he expected Aren itself to hatch open like the egg soon would. "Today, just before breakfast. I would have come earlier if not for the fact that everyone was awake throughout the day" said Isabel, taking a sip of her warm tea. She had arrived but an hour ago and since then, Brom had asked her everything about the stone, from what she thought Eragon thought about it to who all had come in contact with it. Though the volley of questions had been tiring, she saw the need to ask these questions. The only question related to the egg now was who it would hatch for, and who would bear the gwedey ignasia which would ultimately decide who the Empire would come after.

Isabel looked at Brom; he seemed to be deep in thought and sad in a rather strange way. The fire crackled, distracting her, and she looked at it, almost as if she believed she could will it into silence. I returned her glare evenly, when looked at closely, the flames almost resembled large bones she remembered having seen somewhere before…..somewhere…

X.o.X.o.X.o.

Isabel woke up with a start. She had been having the wildest of dreams of a ship, large, graceful and elegant, sailing across the sea, against enormous waves and lashing rain. There, far away was visible a shore where amassed large hoards of people. To any other, it would have seemed that the people had been expecting the ship, but Isabel had felt sadness and despair hanging over the crowds. A deep sadness that echoed silently in her heart.

Brom grunted and she looked up at him, expectant, "About time, you've been sleeping for almost an hour now." "And you didn't wake me up?", "There was no need to." He said, rather simply. Isabel rolled her eyes and continued, "Do you have a plan of action yet? Or should I contact Oromis and ask him to come up with one?""Don't doubt your father girl, I do have a plan of action and-"Isabel cut him off, "So should I contact him and ask his opinion on it?"Brom sighed and flung his hands up, towards the ceiling, silently cursing, "Please stop interrupting me and let me speak Isabel. You don't need to talk to Oromis because it was the two of us who came up with the plan."

Isabel, knowing interrupting the old man again would push him too far, kept silent and nodded, signaling him to continue. "Here is the plan. You must follow it as closely as possible and put everything you have been taught to use. It will be rather challenging but you mustn't fear anything, or anyone. You may have to go off course and do whatever you deem fit, keeping all of your lessons in mind. When the egg hatches, I want you to…

And thats the short piece of crap I was talking about. See? It's crappy isn't it? So go ahead and review o n the crappiness of it or ur a Dweeb. Don't worry, it was just this chapter, I'll try and not make the next one as bad as this. The next chapter (which I will upload when I have 5+ reviews) is gonna be totally spicy.

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