The beginning

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One crisp fall morning in forest just east of a small town by the name of spineborough a young man named Daren was hunting deer he had his eyes set on a big stag he drew a goose feathered arrow and drew the bowstring ready to take his shot, but , suddenly a flash of light blinded him and blew his eardrums. When he could here and see again he smelled burnt twigs and there was a small crater in front of him and in it a bright, oval emerald like stone.



Hope you guys liked this part of the story I based parts of it off one of my favourite authors books eragon sorry it took so long to right another part so thanks guys

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