Okay, so here's the summary like I promised.

Summary:

Ashia would do anything to ensure the well being of her friends, even if the cost was her own wealth. But when Ashia is infected with black magic and finds that it is her own supernatural powers that is killing her friends and all of her surrounding people, Ashia embarks on a magical journey to retrieve the legendary weapon that she had seen in her dreams. But she won't go alone. Her quest requires the special aid of Feroh, the last of the Kal'Dorian dragons.

The Black Avenger

Chapter One

Childhood Friends

"Look at that idiot," Georgina grumbled under her breath, only loud enough to be heard by her fellow companion. "He must be crazy."

Ashia looked up from her book and followed her cousin's gaze to see Tom running across the large clearing within the Varden's camp- right in front of several charging horses and wagons. Ashia gasped and then, after seeing that Tom wasn't going to be flattened out on the ground, began to giggle. "Or he has a death wish," she smiled agreeingly.

"Death wish or not, he's a complete idiot," Georgina declared. Rising her voice, she added, "What fool would run out in front of a charging horse?"

Tom shot George a hot look. "I would, Gina," he said, a challenging smirk on his face.

Georgina narrowed her eyes. Georgina was actually a tomboyish girl, with her short mohawk hair and tight woman pants. She hated being called 'Gina' and had always preferred being called 'George' rather than 'Georgina.' George wasn't going to let her brother get off so easy. "Come up to my face and say that, Lindsey," she shot back, reminding her twin of how he had earned 'Lindsey' as a nickname.

"Oh, please don't start that again," Ashia said as she stifled a giggle. "You heard what Eragon said."

"Eragon!" George barked and Tom broke out into haughty laughter. "That fool can't even order his own gaurds! How the blinkety-blink is he going to order us around? Last I checked, he was the follower."

Ashia smiled. "Yes, but he is a Dragon Rider now. And with that having been established, he and Saphira are the Varden's only hope of winning the war. Do you realize that it'll be Eragon who'll kill Galbatorix, if its even possible?"
George rolled her eyes and released a huffy sigh. "Fine! But the second he starts getting too bossy-"
"Shut up, George," Tom muttered. "Here he comes now."

Ashia turned to see her childhood friend. Well...nearly childhood friend. Ashia's family and a few other families lived in the wildernesses that were near Carvahall so they, as children, would often see the children of Carvahall. Ashia smiled warmly at Eragon and waved in a friendly guesture. Eragon spotted her greating and cut his conversation short, which was being shared with Arya and Blodhgarm, who where both his gaurds.

Eragon grinned. "Good morning to you too, Ashia," he said.

George grinned daringly and she leaned closer to Ashia's ear and whispered, "He said that all to nicely."
"What was that, Georgey?" Eragon demanded, his eyes glittering in daredevil amusement.

George huffed and gave Eragon a teasingly disgusted look. "I said you said that all to nicely."

"And you look all but descent today, George," Eragon said in a sudden sweet voice.

Ashia laughed and George scolded. George, "Eragon, with that hedgehog on top of your head, you shouldn't be talking!"

Eragon barked a laugh. "My hedgehog is tamed thank you very much. And you need to maintain that junk in your trunk."

Ashia giggled. "What you talking about, Eragon?"

"All that back there," Eragon beamed as he motioned towards George's rear end.

"You keep your nasty, immature eyes from my all that back there," George snickered. "Concentrate on those flabby abs of yours, then we can talk."

"Oh please," Tom retorted, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Shut up, Lindsey," George taunted. And then the brother and sister went into another round of 'brother-and-sister's routine'.

Eragon turned to Ashia. "Where's Claudia? She said she was going to polish my armor."

Ashia threw her thumb over her shoulder, pointing at the tent she and her female friends shared. "She's in there taking a nap. You'll find your armor on George's cot."

Eragon nodded his thanks and walked inside. Ashia, out of the corner of her eye, noted the plain, readless stares from Arya, Blodhgarm, and the other elves were giving her and her two bickering cousins. As magestic and powerful as elves were, Ashia didn't want them to look down their noses at her. She turned to George and Tom and said:

"Will you two please be quiet? There's nothing worth arguing for."

"But she said I have idiacoticks and I don't even know what that is!" Tom protested hotly.

Ashia, having known George for all of her life, knew exactly what "idiacoticks" was. It was, in George's own wild imagination, a bad case of stupidness. "George, that wasn't very nice."

"What?" George smiled innocently.

Before Ashia could give out a scolding to her cousin, Eragon reappeared. "Thank you, Ashia."

"Your welcome," Ashia replied, tearing her attention away from her cousins. "I suppose you'll be on your way again?"

"Yes, I'm afriad," Eragon sighed. "Sorry. Wish I could stay, but-" he shrugged, "-you know how it is. Lindsey and Gina, you two need to behave! See you guys later and tell Claudia I like the gleam in my armor. And if you see Spider, tell her I found Hamilton and he's in his cage in my tent and she can go and get him at anytime."

"Will do, Eragon. Be safe!" Ashia called.

At the same time, George and Tom bristled and started shouting out taunting statements at Eragon. Eragon just laughed and threw a hand at them as he led his elven gaurds away.

Tuning her cousins out, Ashia watched Eragon go. She smiled to herself, several thoughts running about her head. She rolled her eyes at her own fantasy and walked inside the tent to join Claudia in her nap, leaving Tom and George in their own heap of mess.

Ashia was walking alone in a field of white wheat. The wind blew softly and her hair flew with it. She wore her traveling clothes, a pair of black leather pants and a women's tunic that was pale, dark violet. Ashia didn't know where she was but a part of her told her it wasn't Alagaesia. She gazed around herself.

"Guys?" she called.

No answer.

Ashia went to search for her friends, feeling that they were close by. But she didn't find them. Finally she gave up and sat down in the grass and allowed the wind to pull at her hair. Then she seen something. Something shadowy and black. Inside the shadowy mass, Ashia could see a black-bladed sword and it was surrounded by black shadows. The sword's hilt was free from the shadow's wrath and it aimed at Ashia. Ashia stared at the hilt, wondering if the sword was demanding her to wield it...