Funny story about this one. I couldn't find this series in the archive, and because of this, I, being my dumb self, thought that no one had written about this series. Cause I was looking under "Eragon". So I came up with this story just so I could be the first to write the fan-fic in the series. I found out that it's actually under "Inheritance Cycle" so it killed my vibe. But I think I pulled a golden bunny up this time, folks! You see, I'm a femanisit, and I didn't like the lack of strong, heck, ANY female characters in this story (Arya is only main in the story cause she needs to be Eragon's love interest) and I think I may just have invented a character that doesn't borderline on being store bought. Hopefully. I wouldn't know, so I want you to tell me. *HUFF Sorry about that rant there, on with da story!

A solitary moon beam made its way into the otherwise dark corridor. Two armed soldiers paced the length of the hall, talking little. As one of the men made his way towards the other side of the corridor to complete the circuit, a small ripple-discolouration? passed in front of him. The guard drew his sword, adrenaline pumping as he prepared to fight an attacker and sound the alarm.

"What is it?" the other guard rushed to his partner, drawing his own weapon.

"Nothing," said the man, after a brief pause as he inspected the room again, his eyes lingering on the spot where he had seen the blemish. "My eyes must be playen' tricks on me. Maken' me paranoid. I'm telling you, this is what happens to you when your overworked."

The two men started to bitterly complain about low wages, long hours and the useless and mad king. They were so absorbed in their conversation, they missed the small sigh of relief, and continuing progress marked by a small ripple making its way down the black hall.

A word was breathed out, and a large set of wooden doors clicked open. As the presence made its way inside, the doors shut inaudibly behind. The entire room shimmered with the light and energy that filled the chamber. A set of glove-covered hands suddenly appeared, one holding a large brown sack, and reached out towards the main source of light in the room; a glowing orb. As the hands pressed gently on either side, the orb began to glow profusely. The presence gasped, but did not falter to place it in the sack.

A few moments later, other slightly glowing objects were inserted into the sack. All of this was done in a matter of seconds. And as the presence slipped out from the room and as the doors once again clicked shut, from outside of the sturdy doors, it was impossible to tell anything had just occured.

Quickly, the presence escaped from the hall by silently jumping from a conveniently open window, landing softly. The presence stole away from the outside of the castle, moving so fast and with such silence it seemed as though it had no more body than a shadow, to a groove of trees several leagues away. Then, slowly, she threw back her hood.

"Lady Nasuada! I am so sorry to interrupt, but we have just received important news concerning the Empire."

As Nasuada lifted her head from her paperwork, she could see the excitement mixed with anxiety depicted on the youth's face. It must be important; important enough for the messenger to barge in unrequested.

"Precede with your report, Floworn," she responded, her tone professional.

Floworn swallowed, and then blurted out, "Galbatorix has a daughter!"

So you know the deal: read, review, and I'll give you cookies! And they may or may not have pieces of my plot bunny in them, if I loose inspiration and get very irritated with said bunny. 'Nuh said.