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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Chapter 2- Discovery

It was cold, the trees rustled with the wintery breeze that would soon bring a heavy blanket of snow. Eragon, a boy of fifteen, stood near a small glen pondering his next move. He had intense brown eyes, clothes worn from work, he carried a hunting knife made of bone and a buckskin tube that was slung around his back protected his bow and arrows. He also carried only one small pack meant for his blankets and food. He had been led by his prey, a doe who had a limp in her forefoot, deep into the Spine. The Spine was a range of untamed mountains that extended up and down the land of Alagaesia. Although many believe the Spine a cursed land, said only to bring bad luck, illnesses, and death, Eragon never feared the Spine. He was the only hunter in Carvahall that dared go into it. It was his third day of the hunt, and he was running out of food, if he did not catch the doe by tonight he would have to go home empty handed. He knelt down to examine the does tracks. She wasn't far ahead, pulling out his bow and lucky arrow, he made his way to the glen. He creeped up into the glen and scanned the area, searching among the sleeping deer, for his ill doe. He had found her on the outskirts of the herd, fast asleep. He crept a little closer and drew three arrows, he nocked one holding the others in his left hand. As soon as he was sure and accurate he let the arrow fly. Just as he did so a flash of green enveloped the glen, waking the deer. He nocked another bow and aimed for the deer, it missed her by an inch and wizzed off into the trees. He ran after them, but they were to fast and he soon lost his sight of them. He returned to the glen to investigate the flash, he saw a huge oval shaped stone. It looked to be sapphire, with white viens running all along it. He hit it with his bow, making sure it was safe, then cautiously he picked it up. He thought and pondered on where it came from, how it got here, why was it here, what purpose did it have. He knew there was no purpose other than selling it for food so he decided he would take it back to Carvahall and sell it there. He made his way out of the glen and made a small camp. After he had unrolled his blankets he eat the rest of his food and went to sleep.

Words
Yew- Fine-grained wood of an evergreen tree, used primarily for making bows.

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