Unmistakably Nuts
A Roran/Ami pairing
w/
Eragon/Katrina
Brom/Arya
Chapter Number 1
So your probably wondering who I am. So……….I'm not going to hold you in any suspense and tell you. I am, Amilia Katrina Willow Amia Halley Emma O'Conner. Really long and really crazy. Yeah I know. Not my fault. Mummy and Daddy gave it too me. Named me after some great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmamma of mine on my father's side. …at least, that's where the Katrina/Halley part came from. The Emma part, I think it was for my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmum on my dear Mummy's side. Willow…that was for my great-great Aunt Willow The Powerful. Amia is an elvish name for Evening Star; and I was born in the evening. The Amilia part….um my parents had a real odd sense of humor.
Great, now that we have my name all sorted out, I'll tell you a bit about my history. Where I was born, if I have siblings, etc.
I was born in a small village near DuWeldenvarden. Yes, I'm a human. But my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents did something to tick off the King of Alagaësia and the elvish queen gave them refuge because of some enormous (my big word for the day) service they had done for her.
Okay, where was I? Ah, yes! I live on the outskirts of DuWeldenvarden with my dear Mummy, Daddy, two brothers, Voltiàr and Kirk. Kirk's the oldest. Nothing much happens in our neck of the woods, except when we have news of the great evil King.
So, I spend my days doing nothing. Well, that's what I did until one winter morning when two travelers stumbled upon my home and turned the whole world upside down!
It was a normal day. Or as normal as my day could ever get. I was working on some stuff on the porch. Shelling peas and being very-very-very-very bored. Kay, so I'm shelling peas on the porch and being bored when I hear horse beats. That usually means one of two things. Either it was some random traveler who got lost. Or, we have some elvish visitor. Usually, it was the elves.
This time, it was two people. Or two guys to be precise. A really old guy and a young –kinda (really) cute-guy. The old man was grey in the head and beard, had a really big cloak, staff and an odd ring. He was also very short!
The younger guy was brown haired and dark brown eyes. tall, muscled, tanned; all together good looking.
They stopped right by the porch and the older men got off his horse swiftly, while the young guy slowly, and looking very pained, slid from his steed.
I stood up and curtsied, trying to look young and simple.
Mummy, hearing the horses, came too the door. She wiped her hands on her apron and pulled me toward her.
"Good day travelers. What can I do for you?" she asked, pulling me closer still and shoving me behind her.
the older man answered. "If you can spare water for our steeds, I would be very grateful."
Mummy smiled tightly. "Of course help yourselves. The well is over by the barn." She turned and looked at me. "Show them, Ami." (Did I mention Ami is my nickname?)
"Go with her, Eragon." The older guy ordered, looking at the younger guy.
"Of course mum." I replied to Mummy and hurried off the porch, leading the young man to the well. At the beginning of the path to the well, I turned and looked back at the porch.
The older man and my mother were hugging and speaking. My mouth fell open.
"Well?" Eragon asked impatiently.
I shook my head. "Well what?" I asked, staring stupidly at him.
"Are you going to show me the well or not?!"
"Um……….yeah. This' way." We climbed up the path together to the well, where I brought up water and handed it to Eragon, who let the horses drink.
Afterwards, we led them back down the path to house, where, the older guy seemed to be arguing with my parents.
They stopped as Eragon and approached. Mum and Daddy looked away from me and old dude glared at them.
"It's now or never."
Mum's eyes flashed. "Will you just take her then?" she asked angrily. (I do not like how this conversation is turning out!)
"Yes." The old man insisted. "She's my daughter!" (What!)
"Biologically, yes." Daddy said. "But we raised her."
"I realize that." The old guy said. "And I thank you from the bottom of my heart. But she must come with me!"
"She's safer here, Brom."
"The King will find her some day."
"In DuWeldenvarden? I think not!"
"If things keep going the way they are right now, it's only a matter of time."
"She'll never agree. Ami doesn't even know you!"
(Okay, time to break this party up) "I'M RIGHT HERE! DON'T TALK ABOUT ME AS IF I'M NOT EVEN HERE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Ami!" Mum gasped.
"Amilia." Brom said quietly, his eyes becoming some what moist.
"How do you know my name?"
"I named you, Amilia. Don't you know me?" Brom asked; hurt clearly showing in his eyes.
"Um, sorry. Not really." (Not at all, actually.)
"I'm your father."