A/N Hey, this is a modern AU story about Eragon. Read and review! Thanks, and enjoy :D
Life was such a drag.
For the past 2 hours, Eragon had been shovelling horse shit and he was tired of the laborious motions he had to execute. The monotonous task pressed heavily upon him and gave him way too much time to think. He didn't allow his mind to wonder, but it was hard to maintain when he was doing work like this. Grimacing, Eragon wrinkled his nose and waved his hand in front of his face. Even after spending his whole life on his uncle's farm, he had never gotten used to the stench.
"That's good enough," his uncle called across to him from the barn. Eragon sighed before trudging to where Garrow was
"You could've helped me! And plus, why do I always get all the shit jobs?" he asked his uncle. Garrow chuckled as Eragon dropped his shovel and peeled his gloves off
"You get them because you're a young, strapping 19-year-old and I'm an old man," he replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Eragon stared at Garrow for a few seconds before shrugging in slight annoyance and heading back to their home. Garrow started after him, smiling to himself
Eragon flopped onto his bed and looked at his ceiling, lost to the world. He knew the memories would fade, he knew they had to; he just wished they'd hurry up and go. Shaking his head, he sat up and pushed himself off the bed, knowing he'd have to make dinner for everyone soon. He took a quick shower before changing into some loose jeans and a comfy t-shirt - he didn't have anyone to impress, not anymore
Heading down the wooden rickety stairs, he noticed Katrina and Roran sitting very close to each other on a sofa. His heart felt a sudden pang but he ignored it and pretended he hadn't noticed a thing.
"What do you want Garrow?" Eragon asked his uncle. Garrow looked up from his book before replying
"Surprise me," Eragon had expected as much, but it annoyed him anyway.
20 minutes later, 4 steaming bowls of stir fry were slammed on the table by Eragon. Garrow gave him a grateful look and signalled towards the living room where Roran and Katrina were probably making out. Eragon rolled his eyes before walking to them. As predicted, Roran and Katrina were, as Garrow liked to put it, eating each other's faces. Eragon lent on the door frame for a couple of seconds before coughing loudly. Roran and Katrina quickly broke apart and looked at him with guilty smiles
"There's food if you want it," Eragon said, ignoring the memory that surfaced. She was gone. They followed him into the kitchen and sat at the table, eating their food quickly. A light conversation was made but Garrow was reading his book and Roran and Katrina clearly had other things on their mind: it didn't help that they were playing footsie under the table either. Eragon ran his hand through his hair, knowing it would be a boring night.
She rolled behind cover, her heart pounding. She whipped her head around the box to see if anyone was coming. Instantly, she pulled her head back as gunshots ripped past the edge of the box; sending her black hair cascading everywhere. She groaned mentally, she needed to cut her hair when she escaped. Taking the smoke grenade from her pocket, she pulled the pin and counted three seconds before arching it over the top of her box and darting out from her cover. Bullets rained down on her from the smoke but all missed as they were firing blind. She sprinted from the brick building and across to the fields opposite. She knew she had about a minute before they realised where she'd gone.
Jumping the fence, she ran across the fields towards the forest. The trees of the forest loomed over a collection of buildings. If she could make it there, she'd be safe. She glanced behind her and saw a group of darkly clothed men exit the building she'd just left and point towards her. Shit. She rounded a corner of a barn only to nearly crash into a man.
After doing the dishes, Eragon dried his hands on his jeans and walked up to his room. He flopped down on his bed and took his phone out.
An hour later, he was still just as bored and decided to go for a gentle jog. He looked at himself in the mirror before pulling off his t-shirt. He winced as he looked at the scars around his muscular body. He sighed before putting a different shirt on. He then pulled a jumper on and quietly left the house. Breathed in the cool air, he took off at a light pace towards the barn. Winter was approaching fast and things on the farm would get a lot more complicated. He closed his eyes, allowing the moist air to kiss his skin.
"Eragon… I think I love you," Eragon's heart beat fast, not believing what he was hearing. Emily bit her lip before slowly moving towards him. Eragon stood frozen, not understanding what was happening. She moved closer to him until their foreheads were almost touching. In no more than a whisper, she said: "I want you…" Without a second thought, their lips crashed together. Eragon was surprised at the passion of it and strove to match hers in every way he could. Their tongues intertwined, battling for dominance. Eragon was in utter shock as he kissed her. He had loved this girl for years. He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her closer to him as they kissed. He could get used to this.
Eragon came crashing back to reality when he nearly ran into a woman sprinting around the corner of the barn. He looked at her in confusion as her green eyes seemed to analyse into him before she roughly shoved him into the barn. Her silky voice engulfed him, filling him with light,
"Hide here. Do not interfere or you will get shot," As if to prove her point, gunshots echoed across the farm. Panic filled her body as she tensed slightly before sprinting off. Eragon pressed his body to the back of the barn as terror filled him. Suddenly, a group of men sprinted past his hiding spot and pointed to where the woman had run to. He overheard one of them say in a rough accent:
"Make sure to destroy the house too, no witnesses," Eragon's eyes widened as he realised what they'd said. As soon as he'd heard them leave, he ran out of the barn only to see his house in illuminated in orange. He sprinted towards his smoke-filled home, not caring if he died or not: he had to get everyone out of it.
Eragon kicked the door open to the burning building and ran to Roran's room. He and Katrina were sound asleep next to each other so Eragon shouted for them to get up. Roran instantly looked up and Eragon saw fear in his eyes. Knowing he'd get him and Katrina out, Eragon sprinted up the stairs to his uncle's room. His uncle was up and looking terrified. Eragon shouted at him to run as Garrow ran towards him, coughing hard. Eragon had to practically drag Garrow out as he was almost immobile in shock.
"Stay here and look after him!" Eragon shouted to Roran before sprinting in the direction of the men who had destroyed his home.