10 years after the fall of Galbatorix, peace reigns over Alagaësia, and the riders are slowly but surely being reestablished.
But after an odd set of events, one girl stumbles across a dark prophesy, promising that peace will be lost, war will retu...
Word quickly spread across the Empire about the new eggs and Murtagh's return, and over the next week banquets and parties brought each city back to life, even across Surda once the news reached them. Even the whispers of a new human rider from Gil'ead drifted through the air. The celebrations in Ilirea took place the night after Murtagh arrived, and in the hours leading up to sunset, Nasuada took him to explore the city and its refurbishments since the Varden had taken control. Harriet spent much of the afternoon sitting on the balcony of the throne room, a silvery werecat in its animal form in her lap. She felt oddly calm, maybe it was the breeze and the clear sky, or perhaps the way the werecat purred when she scratched behind its ear. After a while the large cat crawled off her, padding back indoors, Harriet didn't think anything of it until the cat flicked her thoughts at her, beckoning her to follow. She frowned slightly, slowly stepping inside. The cat refused to tell her it's name, and ignored her gentle probes of thought at this point anyway. She scanned the room, it was strangely quiet but she shook it off, knowing most people were preparing for the celebrations that night. She glanced in the direction of the huge throne and glimpsed a fluffy tail disappearing under the silk curtain that hung behind the throne, stretching the width of the room. "Hey! You cant go behind there without permission!" Harriet called quietly after the werecat. When there was no answer, with a frustrated sigh she followed, slipping past the silk. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the low light, anxious to be somewhere she knew she shouldn't be. The treasure room was beyond impressive, and to her surprise very organised but she guessed thats how Nasuada liked it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Something felt wrong, a pit formed in her stomach and she turned to leave when she spotted the silver hair of the cat's back not far ahead. She crept forward, intending not to make sudden moves. As she neared it something buzzed in her ear and she went to swat it away, then realising something was buzzing at her thoughts. She cocked her head to the right, spotting an object at the back of a shelf, winking light at her. Curiosity took over and she gently reached past the other expensive looking goblets and books, finally grabbing it. She pulled it out and beheld an ancient mirror, surprisingly heavy for its size. Blowing the build up of dust off she stared into it, and recoiled as she saw a flicker of movement, however the mirror wasn't reflective. She went to put the mirror back from fear but stumbled backwards as her mind was assaulted, consciousness pinned back by something that felt truly alien. Images flashed in quick succession through her mind's eye, then a crystal clear dark vision engulfed her:
Nasuada stood with her back to her, her favourite green dress was now torn and dirty and seemed to cling onto her for dear life. Her body went ridged and a black blade of a sword stuck through her, and after a few seconds retracted, and Nasuada fell to the floor, limp. Dead. A figure stood in her place, long dark hair blowing in the harsh wind, scarlet blood dripping from the black sword, and a cold light burning in her blue eyes. Harriet stared at what would become her future self, and the city she loved behind her, destroyed and in flames.
