Chapter 3 - Something starts, something ends

Somewhere in the mountains of Spine in the northwest part of Alagaesia a fifteen year old boy was hunting for the last few days. The animal tracks on the trail told him that he was near his target. The day was nearing its end so the deer should soon stop for a night of rest. Animal trail brought him to the glen where he saw a small doe that was limp on one leg, resting on the edge of the herd. He readied his bow and calmly took aim. Soon he would secure meat for his family for the fast approaching winter.

But as it is known to never split the skin on a bear suddenly wind changed and the stag guarding the herd called the heart to run. Boy ran after his game into the glen. In the moment he shot the arrow unexpectedly a fiery explosion took place and threw the boy into a nearby tree trunk knocking the boy unconscious. The arrow had more luck because the wave from fiery discharge changed its course and it found its target.

I woke up feeling my body ache. That God dude did not even say goodbye… I looked around taking in my surroundings. I was somewhere deep in the mountains. As I tried to get up suddenly I felt a splitting headache as some stream of information flooded my mind. After a short while it ended as abruptly as it started. In my mind I found the complex knowledge of Occlumency and Legilimency. After it a realisation came… I was now Eragon.

I stood up hastily and scanned my surroundings. The glen was smoldered by an explosion. And in the epicenter was laying big blue oval stone. And I knew that it wasn't a simple stone. It was a dragon egg. I took it and put it in a wood-framed pack I had with myself.

After that I carefully scanned the surroundings. I immediately spotted the dead fawn. As a modern era transmigrator I had no idea what to do with it but thanks to "original" Eragon memories I started to work. I took the dead animal to the nearest tree and hanged it by hind legs on a branch and let out all the blood into the hole I dug out underneath it. After draining the body I started my preparations for the night and my return home.

Three days took me to reach Palancar valley. Good thing my body was used to such effort. Each day it was getting colder and colder. Ice started to show up on streams and poodles of water. Minor plus was that meat won't spoil too fast in such weather. After arriving in this world I reacted mechanically driven by memories of Eragon who is now me. But, the next day I had all the time to think about what to do. I wanted to figure out how to save uncle Garrow, make Roran work with Horst in his smithy and what to do with "my" father.

Every night before sleep I exercised mind arts. All I have achieved so far is reaching my mindspace and having access to my memories… While all of them were in disorganized mess it resembled a cloudless sky filled with endless stars. It took some effort and techniques acquired from my wish to locate memories of me reading the original story. Armed with the knowledge I started slowly planning my first steps.

To save Garrow I think for starters keeping mum about Dragon Egg would be good and the rest I'll work with what comes my way. I don't know what information leads the Ra'zac's come to Carvahall but it's better to play it safe. As for Roran's employment, this will be tricky. With Garrow alive he will have to reason to come back from his job at the mill. Another thing to work in the flow… Who said changing the future would be easy.

Thinking about untold possibilities of tomorrow I rested at my camp place atop Igualda Falls. The sunset was picturesque over Palancar valley. Oh man, I already miss my smartphone. The small village in the view was basking in the last rays of the setting sun and the mountains around looked like they wanted to slowly embrace it to sleep. The everpresent primal nature was only lifting the overall feeling to the next level. The Spine may be dangerous but it looked spectacular.