A/N: Twin2: Hi, we're both here this time!
Twin1: I'm here this time! Hello! Hello!
Twin2: My sister doesn't do video games, but I'm writing a Pokémon fanfic. Anyway, this is a story that we've been working on for a long time, and has almost scored me four detentions.
Twin1: If you don't like it, then your sense of taste should be chopped up and used for fertilizer.
Twin2: (shocked tone) Quit stealing my lines!
Twin1: Well it's true! But anyway, people, you had better review this if you read! The computer keeps a log of who reads and who reviews so we'll check it!
Twin2: Now presenting Double Double Trouble!
"Trianise! Kiera!"
Kiera heard her mother's bellow from under the oak tree. With a sigh, she got to her feet, brushed the worst of the dirt off and started back towards the house. Sisarra's angry voice greeted her as she came into the yard.
"And where's your no-good sister, hmm? Off running about in tunic and pants, no doubt." Their mother despised Tria's tomboyish habits, and Kiera's, too. Kiera was simply smart enough not to be as impulsive.
"Mother, you sent her into Carvahall to speak to the baker, remember?"
Sisarra scowled. "And she's late back. Now we have to wait for your silly sister because Trianise hasn't the sense to hurry!"
Kiera bit her tongue, much as she wanted to defend Tria. It would only get them both in trouble. "Don't worry, Mother," called the twins' brother Coram. "She's just coming now."
Kiera risked a glance out the window and saw the small puff of dust on the road that indicated a person. She could just make out the silhouette of Tria pelting along at full speed despite her skirts. As Tria drew closer Kiera could make out the tense blend of excitement and anger on her twin's face.
Tria bolted through the front door, obviously desperate to share her news, but sealed her lips the second she saw her mother's face. She paused in mid-step, pack swinging off one shoulder.
Sisarra ignored her daughter's odd behaviour and announced, "Now that Trianise is here we can start. Twins, Coram is going to hunt. We need meat, and you two are not allowed to go with him or annoy him to be allowed to go with him. Hunting is a very unladylike pastime. I am going into Carvahall, because I have a very important package to deliver. Kiera and Trianise, you will stay here and do all of the household chores."
Kiera sneaked a look at Tria, and was surprised. Instead of the usual look of barely contained anger that she would usually have when being roped into this "ladylike" pastime, Tria looked hopeful.
Once their brother had left for hunting and Sisarra for Carvahall, the twins breathed identical sighs of relief. Then Tria nearly exploded.
"Kiera! When I was in town like Mother told me to, I saw one of these!" The girl scrabbled in her pack and threw a rolled poster at Kiera.
"And swiped one too, obviously," said Kiera, unrolling it just enough to read the top line. "'Wanted for crimes against the crown'. So what?"
Tria flicked her head impatiently. "Look at the picture."
Kiera did, and screamed. "Good grief! Is that… No, it couldn't be. Could it?"
"It is," whispered Tria grimly.
The two looked at each other and breathed, "Eragon."