Disclaimer: I don't own anything Inheritance Cycle or Halo related so don't sue me.
On another note, hello, this my first story idea that I've been kicking around for awhile, so any constructive criticism would be appreciated, thanks! Oh, and some Halo elements will provide some backstory to this later, but the story is mainly about the Inheritance Cycle so I didn't think that it needed to be made a crossover. So on with the story!
Prologue: Arrival
Throughout the ages we have watched,
Sat silently by as darkness slowly consumed Alagaesia,
Its land destroyed by the fires of war,
No longer.
The earth cries out to us, begging to be released from the black king's shackles.
Its people struggle to free themselves from his tyranny,
But we are gone from the world, our legacy lost to time,
No longer.
Our brothers in blood have nearly disappeared from the land,
Their pride and arrogance nearly dooming them when the darkness came,
They have forgotten us,
No longer.
Only a small spark of hope remains, vested in a young Rider and Skulblaka,
Yet even with the teaching of the Mourning Sage their power is insufficient,
They are ignorant of us,
No longer.
Our last resort, our final gift to our land is prepared,
Its subject chosen from a world far beyond this one,
One who believes this land to be one of stories and legend,
No longer.
Galbatorix's empire shall burn until nothing is left but glass,
And not even the king himself will live to creep,
Blackened from his hole to mar the reflection of our passage,
The restoration of our legacy and the king's destruction is the will of the people!
And we are their instrument.
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Oromis awoke with a start. The mental words burning in his mind yet slowly seeming to drift away as if told by a ghost. This vision had been plaguing him for weeks and its purpose remained as much of a mystery as it was when it first occurred to him. Why can't visions be simpler, he mused as he slowly sat up on his bed.
Oromis, what's wrong? asked a sleepy voice slowly waking in the back of his head.
It's that vision again Glaedr. Oromis thought with a scowl.
Did it add anything new or is it still the same? Glaedr asked as his golden head snaked through a nearby window, a single gold eye watching his partner of heart and mind.
The words are the same but there seems to be a tone of finality to it this time.
Well whatever it is, if that's the case then I think we'll find out soon, no use worrying about what we can't change.
A smile came across Oromis' face as he patted Glaedr's snout, you're right as always old friend.
When am I not? said Glaedr with a smirk.
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Near the Empire's border of Surda, in a small forest along the Jiet River a light shone through the darkness of the night. It grew larger and brighter as different colors of light seemed to dance along its surface. It grew until not a shadow could be found nearby, then it vanished, leaving behind a boy, a large bag, and a black case. As the darkness returned a voice chanted reverently into the night.
You have been called upon to serve,
You will be the protector of Alageasia and all her inhabitants,
You will become the best we can make you.
There are many hard times on the road ahead,
But through those you shall meet and the strength you shall find, you shall triumph.