"Nature is the true beauty of the world, Sarah. Never forget that. This, all of this happiness around us, was made in a factory. Synthetic. Counterfeit. Ersatz. True joy is held in nature, or what nature we have left. In the brilliant, if somewhat tainted sky. The Sketchbook of God. The trees and grass that live in the dirt, the fruit of the crop that we sow and reap. The goodness inside of you and me, and some of the people around us. Never forget." It was all he could do; that never forgetting thing. However, it wasn't enough to escape being caught by the ubiquitous train of society that swallows whole or in pieces any who dare oppose it's onward progression. This is a short story that @averybelle and I wrote for a school project. Feel free to tell me what you think about it or what we could do to change it!

Däralekk is a grey elf, the most powerful species known to the inhabitants of Alagaësia. He has awoken from his slumber in the elven city Araduthrëa, and the elves quickly take him in as one of their own, rashly placing him in charge of all of Du Weldenvarden, which leaves Arya with nothing to do but to follow Eragon into the lands beyond Alagaësia. Lands that have not been touched by the inhabitants of their land for thousands, possibly even millions of years. *Disclaimers* This is a fanfiction based on Christopher Paolini's Inheritance Cycle (also known as the Eragon Series to many in the fandom). This book will overlap with the fourth book slightly, however it is mainly my idea as I have twisted the ending of the last book (Inheritance).