"Hear ye, men of the land. The end is nigh, and it rides on silver wings. It will be followed by a trail of blood wrought from lightning." A story heard all throughout the land, so ubiquitous that even those in Carvahall heard it now and then. Nobody believed it of course, and especially not Eragon. What business did a farm boy have entertaining such notions?
Rated: T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 7,751 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 20 - Published: 3/8 - Eragon S.