Um, so what is this again? xD
I'm currently reading Eragon, which is fantastic. It's actually the book I chose for a book report in English. I'd been meaning to read the book for a while and thought now would be a good time to read it. :D
This is just a random idea I came up with as I progressed through the book. I'd say it's very AU. The rating will most likely change to M as the story continues. Sorry if it isn't very good. I wrote this very late at night. :P
The trees are nothing but a blur far below, a blanket of green stretching for leagues in every direction. Eragon glances down at them as Saphira soars through the sky, flapping once, twice, three times before gliding smoothly again. They're going at a leisurely pace, but then the blue dragon catches movement between a cluster of trees, and she folds her wings against her body to head into a dive. Eragon clutches on tightly as the onrush of air blows his hair back and forces him to squint. There's a deer bounding over roots growing out of the ground, and Saphira snatches it up in her large jaws in an instant before arcing back up. Eragon chuckles and shakes his head.
All right. You've found your game. Let's make camp somewhere so I can find mine.
As you wish, little one.
Saphira lands in a clearing beside a river. The gurgling sound is soothing, and Eragon can faintly hear the call of birds in the higher branches of the trees. He dismounts and takes a look around, nodding his head in approval. He sets a hand gently on Saphira. "Go ahead and fly if you'd like," he says out loud. "I'm going to go hunting, maybe find some firewood as well." Sapphire eyes catch his gaze and the dragon gives a slight nod of her own. As Eragon treks into the trees, he hears flapping and the rustling of trees as Saphira takes off.
He makes sure he stays close enough to the clearing that he can still hear the river. It would be dusk soon, so he would have to be quick. He stops suddenly and stands there, drawing his bow. He catches the sound of a light patter on the ground, crunching leaves and branches, and he knows he's close to a target. Carefully he winds his way around trees, moving closer to the source of the noise. There's a deer by the river.
Slowly he nocks an arrow and takes aim, not wanting to have to take more than one shot. Well, he doubts he'd be able to get in a second shot, since the deer will have scampered off and gotten away. The deer looks up from its taking a drink like it knows Eragon is nearby. The Rider licks his lips and, just as the deer goes back to drinking from the river, he releases the arrow.
His game is wet on one side, the force of the arrow having thrown it forward to fall into the water. It's all right though. He's going to skin it anyway. He ties its legs together then begins to find wood for a fire.
It's already dusk when Eragon makes his way back to the clearing. He has firewood tucked beneath his arm and a deer in his free hand. Saphira, he begins, I'm heading back now. There's no reply, but he lets it go. Maybe she's just out of range. She'd be back before long. As he nears the clearing, he tries again. I'm almost there. He doesn't get a reply, and now his eyebrows furrow. Saphira? Nothing.
He breaks into a run, struggling with everything he's carrying. He doesn't let it dissuade him, however, as he pushes his legs to escape the trees and rush into the clearing. He stops abruptly when he sees a lone figure with long black hair in the middle of the clearing bearing no clothes, clutching their arms around themselves. He lets the objects he has slip from his grasp and drop to the ground as he narrows his eyes, wondering who this person was. How had they ended up here in the middle of the forest?
He cautiously takes a step forward; his muffled footstep is apparently heard, since the person turns their head to look up at him. When he sees those familiar sapphire eyes watching him, but this time wide with fear and uncertainty rather than vigilance and bravery, his own eyes widen. "Saphira!" He runs over to her, at the same time removing his cloak and draping it around her. She's quivering violently even with it on, and Eragon holds her close. He knows that she's not shaking from the cold. She's shaking because she's frightened.
So terribly frightened.
The chapters will stay around this length, just so it doesn't get too boring and I can keep my writing drive up. :P Thanks for reading; reviews appreciated! :D