Now that I'm thinking about rewriting this, I really just want to write an actual story focusing on Thorv and Urûr. Does that sound interesting? Would anyone bother to read it?
Roran-
Since Nasuada had made him an earl, Roran, his wife Katrina and his daughter Ismira had returned to what remained of their home, Carvahall, to rebuild. Many of those who had lived there before came with him, along with a few new faces. Everyone had gotten together to begin planning the layout of the village. It took weeks, but they finally made a design that everyone approved of. Soon after, they began clearing away trees to make way for new houses.
There wasn't a day that went by that Roran didn't think of his cousin Eragon. The villagers often spoke of his many heroics while working. If Roran ever walked by while some people were talking about Eragon, they would either stop talking or continue in hushed whispers. There were times when Roran would feel angry at Eragon. Angry the Ismira would grow up to never know him. Angry that Eragon, his last family, abandoned him. When he told Katrina of this, she would only tell him to stop being ridicules. It troubled Roran that, at times, he couldn't tell whether he loved Eragon, or hated him.
Oh. My. God.
What was my little sixth grader mind thinking when I wrote this! This chapter was terrible! Do you people actually read this?! I'm going to start rewriting this as soon as possible so no one else has to see this
~Queen