Had it really been so long? The years went by so quickly, passing by. That is what I think as I warm myself by the fire in New Carvahall, which was built exactly beside Old Carvahall. The villagers go by, blown like leaves in a wind, blow, blow and blow. Some quietly like they were on secret business, some loudly like angered, some looked at me oddly taking in the fairer-than-human features, others ignored me as they passed by. Thats when a young boy cam to me, "Are you really there?" He asks questions wide in his eyes. "Yes I reply, but the question is, are you really there?" I reply, wondering if he was going to be scared off. He looked like someone I had seen once, like, like, like…..him. Eragon. I wondered if he had knew him, remembered him, maybe I could tell him who his parents are, but then they mad me promise never to tell so I'll have to tell him another story. "Huh, wake up." I snaps his fingers in front of me. "I'm sorry." I say, but would you like to hear a story?" "Yes, please." He answered curiosity taking the better of him. So like his father, that little one, yet so vulnerable, luckily he didn't look exactly like him or else his parent's plan for him to lead a happy normal life would be ruined. I had objected to their plans but to no high line of persuasion or bribes or threats would they sway. "Sometimes happy isn't always normal." I protested and told them, but then they managed to evade me again. But then, I gave in, and promised not to tell. Not to tell, but maybe I can have a way to make him see, at least that his parents are alive and wanted him but couldn't have him. He snapped his fingers in front me again. I stared straight back hard at him that he flinched, hard. "Will you know start?" "Hush, before, I start my story, swear that you'll never tell anyone about me, my story, or anything that I have or made or whatsoever. So basically you have to stay shut about this." Understand, I think into his mind. He was startled so bad he nearly fell into the fire
pit but I grabbed him just in time. "Hhhhooow, dddiddd yyyyooou dddo tttthhhaaaaat." He stuttered scared. Simple you can do that too, I think into his mind. I can. Wait I can! Exactly my point, but do you understand what I was asking you. Yes. He replied, yes. Sometimes a yes can lead to disaster like Galbatorix, or a salvation like when Eragon the first found his egg. Sure? Positive. There is no need to speak, just in case; all they will see is too people getting warm by a fire. Come on, can you please get on with it? Okay sorry, I was just testing how desperate you are, but remember tell no- One, okay I know, I know. Fine, boys, they just need to learn patience sometimes can have golden offspring, let us begin. It all started when the Blood Oath celebration began…
"Hurry up Terrea!" yelled Iliane, who's silky light brown hair hit the light in impatience. We're going to be late if you're going to be that slow. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just because you're older than me by 20 something suns doesn't mean that you're the boss." "It's 27 suns, you know." "Yeah, yeah, whatever, dolly girl." Iliane, who was older and prettier than I was, rolled her light blue eyes. With perfect light and dark gold skin, she was Day. I looked at myself, nothing very odd. With ebony hair that wasn't straight or wavy, just somewhere in between, mismatched eyes one light grey with gold and silver flashes, one a rainbow of green. Worst of all, my skin. Dry, itchy and prone to reacting to the simplest of ingredients, it was a bronze and gold mixed together and whitened a bit. Other words, a medium dark olive. This meant I was Night in our little duo. I came down, letting my simple green shoes smooth over the stairs as if I was not there. On the ground floor of the tree house, Iliane greeted me in her usual fashion, "Over hear Terrea." Iliane, decked out in a form-fitting gown of light blue and cream, looked amazing as it flowed just above the shoes, showing the sky blue sandals she wore. I felt like an urgal in her presence, big and ugly. My white gown wasn't much in comparison. Just a simple dress with a gold girdle and armband. Even with jewellery, she was prettier. "You look quite like your going to break some hearts tonight." I remarked. "True, but you look much better than I in your dress." Untrue, just a compliment to make me happy, I thought and sighed. Hopefully next year I'm sick for the celebration so I don't have to go.
Terrea stopped, and walked away. Faolin assumed she was done for then.