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I attempted to block out the annoying chatter of gossiping girls as I made my way towards Horst's forge for a long days work. Praying that I wouldn't be forced into a monotonous day of making nails.
"Isn't he adorable?" A girl giggled as she looked longingly at one of those damned soldiers that have made themselves at home in Carvahall. I rolled my eyes at her ignorance. No doubt that she had no idea what they were really doing here, but I knew. I could see it in their eyes as they watched the boys hard at work and play. Scanning them for all their strengths. Soon they would carry some of those boys away and force them to be soldiers. I sighed lightly as I absentmindedly fiddled with my onyx necklace, picking over the things that I may have forgotten to do before I left the house. Did I move that chair back? I thought to myself. Normal people would probably not give much thought to whether or not they put a chair back where it belonged, but they did not live with an old blind man. I'd taken residence in the home of Elsdon Pratchett about seven years ago. I'm been lost in the woods and starving with no memory of who I was or how I'd gotten there when he'd happened upon me on a trip back from town, and he'd taken me in. He could see blurs back then, so he didn't need my help as much but as time went by, his vision grew worse until it finally failed, and he grew dependent on me. I'd started working as Horst's apprentice four years ago when he caught me tinkering around with some old scrap metal.
"Snow!" A voice called, shaking me from my thoughts as I neared the forge, already smelling the burning coal. I turned to find Eragon racing up the hill towards me, a large grin on his face. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his excitement and settled for crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him.
"You'll never believe what I found in the Spine! I-" But I cut him off by clamping my hand over his mouth and frowning at him.
"Have you completely lost your mind? The Spine is dangerous." I hissed as I removed my hand before people got the wrong idea about the two of us.
"I know, but I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." He grunted as he took on a puffy stance. Boys. I thought as I shook my head at him.
"That is not the point. People go missing in the Spine. There are all sorts of creatures that would gladly kill you for a light snack." I scolded before I started off again. He huffed lightly before he ran and jumped in front of me, blocking my path.
"I'm sorry alright? But would you just look at what I found?" He asked as he rummaged in his bag and brought forth a round something wrapped in a cloth.
"What is that?" I asked as he unwrapped it to reveal a beautiful blue stone like thing.
"It's a blue stone." He commented as if it were obvious. Normally, it would be me to dish out the sarcasm, but something about this object shook me. I could instantly tell that this was no stone, but I couldn't place how I knew that.
"What are you going to do with it?" I asked as we stood outside of the forge.
"I'm going to see if Sloan will give me some meat for it." He comment with a shrug as he wrapped it back up and place it gently into his bag.
"Good luck with that. You know what Sloan thinks about things from the Spine." I laughed.
"We'll see." He shrugged, before he turned to leave.
"Bye Snow." He spoke in farewell.
"Goodbye Eragon. Good luck with your rock." I laughed, before I turned to find Horst looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't say it." I grunted as I put on my apron, before beginning the days work.