Hello! Well...this fic is quite similar to my "Stories that deserve to be told", since I just love writing short stories about the characters of the books I read. And I adore the Inheritance Cycle, so I decided to write this.

Basically, they are short (sometimes extremely short) stories about a certain part of a character's life, or maybe about what makes them special. They are really, really simple, but I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do while writing them.

English is not my first language, so if I make any mistakes, please tell me.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle.

First of all, thanks for reading! And don't forget to review!

Read, enjoy and review!


Life is unpredictable. It can change in less than a second, even without you noticing.

This happened to the young hunter who chased a deer in The Spine, trying to get enough food for the winter.

His name is now known all over Alagaësia…known, respected and feared by every man, woman and child. He is a legend.

Eragon Shadeslayer, he is.

He was just fifteen years old when he became a Dragon Rider, a hero…he gave hope to the resistance, The Varden.

Who would have thought that a young boy, a farm boy, would become Alagaësia's greatest warrior?

But he doesn't want to be a legend.

He doesn't want to be a Rider.

He wishes he could be just Eragon, the farm boy. That he could live away of all those wars, battles and politics, with nothing to worry about.

He doesn't want to be a hero.

But life isn't fair, and he knows this.

Why me? Why am I that special? Couldn't Saphira have chosen someone else?

Maybe not…

Perhaps she was right when she hatched for him. Dragons can't be wrong, can they?

Eragon thinks.

Maybe I am meant to be a legend.

And he is.