From Oaks To Pines - An Inheritance Cycle Fanfic

Chapter 2: First Meeting

A/N: Suggestions, constructive criticisms are most welcome. Let me know if you find typos and/or grammatical errors. Read and review people!

I completely forgot the disclaimer in the previous chapter but here it is anyway...

All the characters, events, dialogues that you can recognise are from the Inheritance cycle and I do not own that. I just own the OC, Myra, and the stuff I invent.

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Recap (Myra's POV): I opened my eyes and saw dim sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above me... I realised these weren't the forests that surrounded my cabin on the outskirts of New York...I tried to remember the night before but I drew a blank...

Where were the thoughts and voices of the pack always there in the back of my head like irritating white noise?... I took a big risk and lowered my mental defences to scan the area...I noticed...I couldn't detect any kind of magic signature...

I felt another presence...I still phased into my hybrid form...his eyes; yellow, beautiful, mesmerizing and staring right into my soul.

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Blӧdhgarm was running along the outskirts of Ellesméra, away from all the älfakyn. At times, making appearances became too much. Like last night. He had started running after dusk and it was to be dawn soon.

As he kept venturing further and further from the capital he could feel a calming solitude. He kept running until he felt a foreign presence brush against his mind. It was quite powerful but his mental defences were stronger still. Even so, he stopped in his tracks.

The presence was different, tangled, complex even. Though did not seem complex like the minds of älfakyn, it was interesting indeed. It felt unalike to the extent that Blödhgarm reasoned it could not belong to any elf, human or dwarf. It was pleasant and by no means intrusive, nor did he sense any malice. But Blödhgarm knew he needed to find the one whose mind felt so strange, for all he knew, it could be an enemy from the Empire.

However, as soon as Blödhgarm decided what he needed to do, the tendril of consciousness was gone. There were not many who would come so far out in the forest and he hoped to be able to locate the source without encountering anyone of his own kind. He used gramarye to further enhance his senses in the hopes that the one wielding the foreign seeming mind was close.

Blӧdhgarm stood still, taking in his surroundings, mindful of anything out of the ordinary. It was when the gentle wind shifted direction that he caught a scent the likes of which he had never sensed before. It was musky yet feminine and smelled strongly of fragrant wildflowers and something else he could not place. He could also faintly hear a heartbeat.

Could it be that someone had broken the wards around Du Weldenvarden? Could it be a Shade? Could it be a servant of Galbatorix?

He started running towards the scent and sound and almost immediately there was a slight change in the scent. It was muskier but still retained the fragrant smell. The heartbeat remained fast and steady, so, he continued to move towards the mystery. Thankfully, it was stationary and did not give chase.

Soon, he was standing face-to-face with the 'mystery'.

The female seemed to be almost as tall as him and wore rather strange clothes. She was wearing some kind of a tunic that buttoned in the front with stripes of different shades of red running all over the cloth to intersect at regular intervals. The tunic was short for her long, lean body and exposed part of her belly.