Prologue

Author's note: I just remembered something that I forgot to put in the summary! This is a crossover between Eragon and the Shannara books by Terry Brooks, but I promise that even if you have not read the Shannara books you will be able to understand the story!

By the coast of Surda, two men were walking along a beach lazily discussing politics and farming. The sun was beginning to and shadows began to coat the landscape. Perhaps that is why they did not see the man right away. The man groaned and the two men spun around. The man who was the source of the groan was lying crumpled on the beach. His clothing was tattered and salt encrusted. The tide lapped at the man's feet but he made no effort to escape it.

The two men cautiously approached the other. When he made no move in recognition, they knelt by him and looked at his face. The man seemed rather young. His face was tan as if he was a farmer, and his eyes were closed. Indeed, he seemed to be only barely breathing. A breeze ruffled the man's blonde hair and revealed pointed ears.

"He's an elf," The first man said, rather unnecessarily. The other man sighed.

"Yes, this means that we cannot let him die. Lady Nasuada and the elves would have our heads on a silver platter if they found out that we left him," Carefully, they lifted the motionless elf. There was a clank as a roughly wrapped bundle fell from the elf's arms. Grimacing one of the men grabbed the bundle and setting off at a slow pace they began their journey home.

Later that night after the elf had been washed and administered the proper care the men gathered together to examine the bundle. The material that wrapped the bundle was rough and it contrasted sharply with the object inside. When they pulled back the cloth a wondrous blade was revealed. It was impossibly smooth, and it gleamed silver. It was light enough to be handled with one hand in spite of its length and size. At the handle of the sword there was a coppery symbol, it was a hand clutching a torch with the flame of the torch rising toward the tip of the blade.

"Do you think it could be a rider's sword?" One of the men asked. The other let out a low curse.

"We have to bring this elf to the Varden, and quickly! I don't know if this is a rider's sword but if it is will you surely get a handsome reward," The other said.

So it was decided, the men would bring the sword and the elf to the Varden. Thus began a new story.

Author's note: Please review! I promise that all will be explained in the next chapter, which I will post in a week or after I get five reviews!

Oh, and kudos to anyone who can tell me the name of the sword and the handler of the sword! P.S. It's not Jerle Shannara.