Heaven has strict rules, and you realised it when you found yourself at the very top, accused of committing capital murder, and no one, not even your beloved teacher and the friends you had found among the demons and angels, believed in your innocence

The heavy doors opened and you were led into a large room, everything around you was in white colours with gold accents. Delicate silk tulles developed in the light breeze. Everything around you created an atmosphere of calm, peacefulness, but the anxiety was nowhere to be found

When the guards had left and the doors were locked tight, Eragon strode elegantly from the balcony. Silk tulle walked across his golden wings. Stern grey eyes were fixed on you

"And so, prove your innocence to me, and I will let you go. If you can't prove it, I'll have to come up with a decent punishment." he said sternly, sitting down across from you and putting his foot on his leg