Me: Hey people! It's me again! I decided to try a Truth or Dare fic. I've read a bunch of them and I've always laughed really hard, so I want to give one a shot. I hope I do well!
Arya: So who all are you going to torture this time?
Me: Still grumpy?
Arya: After the hell you put me through, why wouldn't I be?
Eragon: If this makes no sense to you read AryaFan1121s other fic The New Order and you will understand.
Me: Thank you Eragon. You rock.
Arya: So will you answer my question?
Me: Sure. So Eragon, Saphira, Arya, Orik, Angela, Murtagh, Thorn, Nasuada and Jarsha will be in this fic, along with some other, unnamed, characters. I own nothing recognizable!
Chapter1: A Kiss And A Dance
Knock knock.
Eragon sighed. The war had been won, and he was still getting constant interruptions.
Eragon stood up and opened the tent flap to a very nervous Jarsha.
"What do you need son?" he asked kindly.
"Lady Nasuada would like to see you and Saphira behind her tent," he said nervously.
"Tell her I will be there soon." Eragon instructed.
"Yes sir!" Jarsha yelped before scurrying away.
Eragon chuckled and touched Saphiras mind.
'What is it little one?'
'Nasuada wishes to see us.'
'If she wants us for something to do with that wretched war, I may very well end up eating her.' Saphira grumbled.
'Now, now Saphira, aren't you always telling me to be nice?'
'Shut up and get on.' She snapped.
Eragon complied and mounted his dragon, who promptly took off.
About half way to Nasuadas tent, Saphira went into a steep dive.
'Saphira what are you doing?' Eragon cried with his mind.
'Being nice.'
When she pulled out of the dive, Eragon could hear a steady stream of curses.
"What the hell are you doing Saphira? Are you trying to kill me? Damn it put me down! You are so lucky I don't have my sword!" Arya yelled.
'Hush!' Saphira ordered a very irate Arya.
Her order did little to quiet the infuriated elf.
'Alfa-Kona if you don't wish to be dropped, I suggest you stop squirming and climb onto my back.'
"How the hell do you expect me to do that?" she demanded shrilly.
"Grab my hand and your job will be very easy." Eragon called down to her.
"What the hell?" she stuttered in surprised. As soon as she realized that Eragon was grinning down at her, the stream of curses began again. This time it was directed at Eragon instead of Saphira.
"Eragon if you told her to do this I swear to the stars I will kill you damn it! Why the hell did she do this?"
"Do you want my help or not?" Eragon demanded.
Arya narrowed her eyes, but twisted around to grab his hand. AS soon as he had a good grip on her, Saphira let go of her and Eragon easily pulled her up to sit in front of him.
"And by the way, I did not tell her to do that." Eragon told her in the Ancient Language.
"Fine." Arya growled.
"I didn't know you liked to curse so much." Eragon teased.
Arya took a deep breath and relaxed.
"I usually don't," she admitted "but being picked up by on oversized flying lizard tends to change things."
"I see that."
'We are here.' Saphira informed them.
Arya looked up. "It looks like Nasuada wanted to see both of us."
"It seems so."
Since the war was over, Nasuada had refrained from having the Nighthawks guard her all the time, so it was easy for Eragon and Arya to walk right to the back of her tent.
They were greeted by Orik, Angela, Murtagh, Thorn and Nasuada.
"It's about time you three got here!" Orik crowed.
"Yes now the party can start!" Murtagh cried happily.
"Party?" Arya queried.
"A 'the-stupid-war-that-majorly-sucked-is-finally-over' party." Angela informed them.
"And there is ale!" Orik informed them.
Eragon grinned along with Saphira.
"Can't have a party without ale!" they said together.
Arya grimaced and asked "Will there be anything else to drink?"
'Nope.' Thorn yelped.
"I'm going to regret this night." Arya muttered.
"I'll make sure you don't." Murtagh said suggestively.
"Eragon, you might be an only child by the end of this night."
Eragon shrugged. "Fine by me."
"Awww come on little brother, wont you help me out?"
"Against her?" Eragon said pointing at Arya. "Hell no!"
"Will you shut up so we can start the party?" Orik snapped.
"You just want to get into the ale." Nasuada pointed out.
'We should play a game.' Thorn said before any more bickering could start.
"What kind of game?" Angela asked.
'Truth or Dare?' he suggested.
"What is this madness?" Orik asked.
'One person will ask another person 'truth or dare' and if the person asked says truth the person asking gets to ask a question-it's better if it's embarrassing- and the person asked has to answer in the Ancient Language. If the person asked says dare, the asker gets to think of a dare-once again it's better if it's stupid or embarrassing- and the person asked has to do it.' The crimson dragon explained.
There was a general rumble of agreement, so it was decided. They would play Truth or Dare.
"Who starts?" Nasuada asked.
'Thorn,' Saphira said 'since he thought of the game. But first we all need ale.'
After everyone had gotten their ale, Thorn started the game.
'Okay.' Thorn looked over Murtagh's head, picking his victim. 'Arya. Truth or dare?'
A/N: They are seated in a circle around a table. They are seated Nasuada, Orik, Angela, Murtagh, Eragon and Arya around the table with Thorn behind Murtagh and Saphira behind Arya.
Arya breathed out heavily before saying "Dare?"
Thorn grinned in his dragonish way. 'Drink a pint of ale.'
Arya sighed again. "Fine." She muttered.
Arya raised the mug of ale to her face and wrinkled her nose. Before she could change her mind, she brought the mug to her lips and downed it one go.
"Wow." Breathed Orik. "I did not know you drank."
Arya shrugged. "Old habits die hard. Whose turn is it now?"
'Yours.' Thorn answered. 'Because I just asked you.'
Arya nodded. She surveyed the others at the table. She settled on Angela.
"Angela. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." She answered without hesitation.
"What is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you?" she asked.
Angela, for the first time in her entire life, blushed.
"Err, um. Well that's a rather-"
'You must answer.' Thorn reminded her.
"Fine." She muttered. Before she answered, the witch stood up and grabbed a mug and filled it with ale.
"The most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me was when Murtagh," she glared at said Dragon Rider "walked in on me bathing."
"I've still got bruises from that." Murtagh grumbled. "That freaking hurt."
"You deserved it pervert!"
'Okay why don't you ask someone Angela?' Saphira interjected.
"Fine. Eragon. Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He answered with a grin.
"I dare you too… kiss someone."
"Who?" he asked.
"Up to you Mr. Rider."
"Alright." Eragon stood up turned around and kissed Saphira on the nose.
"You know very well that is not what I meant." Angela grumbled.
"You should have been more specific then."
"Humph."
"Murtagh, truth or dare?"
"Dare as always brother."
"I dare you to do the Macarena on the table." He said, grinning wolfishly.
Murtagh turned such a red, it put the dragon behind him to shame.
Nonetheless he stood up, climbed onto the table and began to dance.