Hey everyone,

So I am back! And I have a ton of explaining to do!

First off, I want to apologize for not being on in a long time, like a long time. The reason for this was that I kinda forgot about this story, I was writing other ones and lost track of this one, and also I just didn't have the desire to writer anymore of this story.

But I came back so I could finish what I started! I am pleased to announce a new chapter, titled Abnormality is what I am releasing today. It is shorter than the others, just because I got back into it. If I get some good feedback from this, I will continue the writing, if not I will assume my absence has caused lack of interest, which is fully understandable.

Please review if you read it. Good or bad, I just want to know what I can fix or any things that are good. Constructive criticism is always the best!

Thank you in advance for reading this, if you do like it, review it and tell me to post more and I will try to!

So yeah, thanks again!

:)

And btw, if this goes well, I got a few surprises in the next chapter! :)

Abnormality

Eragon turned around to face the council. "As you can see Council, the attempted assassination on Queen Arya of the Elf's was carried out by the man you see on the floor too you're left." The council all shifted their heads to their left, and then shifted back to Eragon, with an odd look on their face. Blödhgarm cocked his head and looked at Eragon before saying, "If I may ask, Argetlam, where this body might remain?" Eragon turned his head slowly to his right to realize that the body had disappeared, and that the fight from their quick battle has vanished as well. Every burn mark and scratch in the floor as well had vanished. Even the traditional Elven chair which had been knocked over was back in its place, like it had been for a year now.

Eragon rotated his head back to the council before saying, "Believe me, there was combat this morning between the assassin and I. This is impossible, I swear in the name of the Dragons that this room was a battle mess, and none of this was in the place it is now." One of the Council members, a Elf named Tarok, enquired if Eragon had used magic during the battle, to which Eragon said that was how he had killed the assassin. "A spell powerful enough to take an individual's life must have left some magical residue," the Elf said.

Tarok whispered a spell and a blue aura appeared around the area of the battle that happened that morning, and Blödhgarm turned back to face Eragon. "So you are right, a battle between you has taken place." Eragon said to Blödhgarm, "Also, the man that entered my tower to assassinate Arya also did not alert my wards, which are placed so that even an ant would be detected by Saphiria and me." The council started taking amongst them self's when they heard this, and Blödhgarm quickly quieted them so he could speak. "While it is interesting that you did not notice your wards go off as the assassin entered your house, the peculiar part of this occurrence is that you did not sense that anyone had entered your tower to clean the battle area and removed the being."

Eragon has not considered that, and was glad Blödhgarm was head of the Council instead of himself. "You are correct, Blödhgarm. That is odd indeed." Blödhgarm walked over to the blue aura and studied it closely. "Whoever you did fight," he started, "Is apparently not alone, and not respectable in magic as well, since they did not erase and magical residue." Blödhgarm walked over to the balcony, looking out over the rebuilt, thriving city. "You flew us here Eragon. To this city. You flew around the world, to arrive here. You took us East, only to arrive here, to the West of Alagasia. Eragon, why did you take us here?"

Eragon was a little thrown off by the question; it had almost no relative connection to the assassination attempt on Arya, so it caused him to have a quick, not well response, "What?" Blödhgarm stayed at the balcony, gripping the banister, making his knuckles turn white. "Why did you take us here? It is not a hard question." Eragon himself wondered why he did choose the island. Didn't he go East for a reason? He could have easily have found many places to train and raise dragon riders and dragons, but he ended up choosing Varenguard. Why did he choose Varenguard?

Before Eragon could answer, Blödhgarm said "Consider that thought" and walked back to the council. Eragon stared out the window a few seconds more before following in suit. Tarok was speaking as Eragon reentered the group. "I believe that the Council should place wards up, a different one done by each person in this tower, and if an attack happened again, one of our wards would be triggered." Before Eragon could even voice his approval, Blödhgarm spoke. "I agree. Tarok, I want you to cast the Vesuni ward spell. And Akazar, I want you to cast the Illusiauar spell, and …." By the time Blödhgarm had finished speaking, Eragon could feel enough magic in the room equal to a Dragon.

Blödhgarm then turned himself to Eragon. "As for now, get yourself ready for the celebration tonight, and keep a Dragon's eye opened Shadeslayer." Completely synchronized, and on that que, each council member spoke a spell and all teleported out of Eragon's tower. The room immediately felt empty, and Eragon sat down in the Elven chair. He was mentally worn out from that whole experience, and he just wanted to sleep. I'm going to take a quick nap, maybe Arya will arrive soon, he said to Sapphira, who replied Sleep well Little One. He closed his eyes, and blackness overtook him

Then the dream started. A man running throughout a crumbling palace. On his finger, a ring. Eragon couldn't tell what it was. The man then did something to the ring, and he teleported. He arrived in a room, full of creatures worse than any nightmare could produce. And all were bowed before him, and the man spoke three words. "Kill Eragon Shadeslayer."

Eragon jolted awake to Sapphira screaming in his head. Eragon! Eragon! Wake up! He stood up shaking, a cold sweat running down his brow. I'm awake Sapphira, don't worry. He felt her searching his mind. You had a wicked dream; I hope it was not a vision. Eragon's blood went cold at the thought of it being a vision; those three words still pounding in his mind. Little One have no fear, anyone who even touches you will get a nice snap of my jaws around their neck. Eragon chuckled at that, I love you Sapphira. He heard her hum.

Eragon looked outside, realizing the sun was setting quickly. "I wonder where Arya is?" he said aloud. He went into his room and changed into his most formal leather and cloth attire, and took out Arya's dazzling green dress. I hope she likes it, he thought. Sapphira replied, She is going to love it, after all you made it yourself. Eragon set the dress on the bed and took out a quick quill and paper. After writing a quick note for Arya, he went down to Sapphira to don her attire, positioning her sapphire studded saddle on her scaly back. He shined her scales, and then put Brisingr in the loop on her saddle.

Looking out upon the sun again, he realized it was time to depart the palace. Ready Sapphira? he asked as he climbed onto her back. She curved her head to him and said, I'm ready for the steak Little One. And with that she turned towards the skyline and took off out of the tower, roaring and breathing fire in excitement. Eragon looked behind him back towards the tower, only to find darkness arriving in his wake.