Authors' Notes:

Rae: Luna got me started on the Eragon books and once I started reading them I couldn't stop! We decided to write a fic together about two twin girls who end up… well you'll just have to see what kind of trouble they get into for yourself! Make sure you R&R! This is our first fic together and we need to know if we should continue...

Luna: I'm having so much fun writing this chapter. I wish I could write the whole thing but I can't, oh well. I'm sure Rae and me will make a good team.

Disclaimer: We own nothing, absolutely nothing except Hay-lee and Tira.

"Hay-lee, Tira get your noses out of that book, now!" their mother screamed. "Get your butts over here and help me."

"But mom," the girls protested, "We're almost done."

"I said now girls!" their mother screamed again. Hay-lee and Tira put their book away and went to help their mother set up the table of silk. Tira, Hay-lee, and their step mom Lorane were part of a group of traders that went from town to town trading and telling stories. Lorane was a silk weaver. She bought silk as thread and wove it into beautiful patterns of cloth. Hay-lee and Tira then set up the table and helped sell the cloth. The two girls also played music. They played wooden flutes that their father made them for their birthday a long time ago. It was very fun playing and dancing around in front of other people.

After the table was set up, and all the people in the town arrived the real work began, bargaining. It was simple yet complicated. The woman would come and say that they would give so much money for a piece of cloth, but most of the time their offers would be lower than the actual cost of the cloth. So then Hay-lee and Tira had to haggle with the woman to get them to pay more, when they didn't want to.

By the time night rolled around, most of the silk cloth was gone, and it was time to perform. Hay-lee and Tira picked up their old wooden flutes and went to the big bomb fire that everyone was sitting around. "And now it's time to hear some lovely music by two lovely ladies," announced Nathaniel the story teller/grain seller of the group.

Tira and Hay-lee took their bows and started to play Green Sleeves. It was a love ballet written by some dead guy who lived a long time ago. It inspired many feelings in the listeners and usually got a good applause. Then the girls played Drowned in the River, a song about a young boy who wanders away from home and ends up falling in the river and dieing.

The day ended with Nathaniel telling stories about the new rider Eragon and his mighty dragon Saphira. The Battle of Farthen Dûn was a real crowd pleaser. It did good to hear that there was someone who was defining King Galbatorix's rein.

The traders left as quickly as they arrived, leaving nothing behind. They were headed for Fläm, Daret, then finally Yazuac from Teirm, by following the Toark River east, then heading north along the Spine. Staying on the plains, but close enough to the Spine so that it could be reached in less than a day if needed, the traders followed it up to Fläm.

The travel was hard; the weather never seemed to make up its mind on what it wanted to do. One day it was so hot you felt like you wanted to die. On other days ran hammered down so hard that you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face.

There was also the ever-constant worry of urgal attacks. Even though the attacks had lessened, no one was taking any chances. Both the men and woman carried weapons. Even the little kids had their own wooden swords.

The trip itself was taking longer than expected too. By the sixth day the weather had finally made up it's mind on what it wanted to do, which was a never ending onslaught of heavy ran coupled with thunder and lighting. After the heat of the day before, many would have thought that the rain would have been a welcomed change, wrong. It was horrible. The wheels of the wagons constantly got stuck in the mud, making the already hard trip harder. Every part of a person's body got soaked with a wet cold rain. The fires wouldn't start, and the food was running low. Many days the traders made no progress, forced to hunker down where they were against the rain and wind.

Some people even suggested going into the Spine to find shelter and food. But many were against that. Too many rumors had come from the north about people who went into the Spine and never came out.

On the eleventh day the rain finally stopped and the weather went back to being extremely hot. "Why are you being so cruel?" Hay-lee shouted at the sky. "Why?"

"Because it's fun," Tira answered laughing, only to receive a dirty look from her sister. The two girls were walking behind their wagon because their step mom needed the space to weave, and she said that adequate, "you two could do with the exercise." To which both her daughters took offence.

"This sucks!" Hay-lee complained. "I don't need exercise thank you very much. I'm perfectly in shape."

"Right, that's why you are sweating like a pig," Tira teased.

"You no what Tira, shut up."

"Why don't you both shut!" Lorene was always very touchy about people making noise when she was weaving.

A horn sounded up a head. People stopped what they were doing as another horn sounded, and urgal shouts rose up above the silence. "Arm yourself urgals," Nathaniel yelled. By unspoken consent he was the leader of the group, a leader that Lorene liked a lot.

"What now," Lorene asked sticking her head out of the back of the wagon. "What did you to do?"
"Nothing," Hay-lee answered in a dignified voice. "Urgals are coming our way though."

"So why are you two still standing around do something!" Everyone scurried around trying to get ready for the inevitable attack. The urgals hadn't changed their course and within minutes their faces could be seen. Mothers hurriedly tried to get their children into the wagons, but there was no real safe place for them to hide. All available men formed a wall in front of the wagon train.

Women screamed as the urgals hit the wall of men, and the hacking and slashing began. There had to be at least seventy urgals to fifty humans. They were so disgusting. "Hay-lee," Tira said quietly as she watched men and urgal die. "I think I'm going to be sick." The hand that held her sword was trembling uncontrollable. "I don't want to do this. We have to get out of here."

"I know what you mean. I feel like throwing up too." Were going to die they both thought. By now the urgals had broken through the line of men and were heading toward the woman.

By sum-unspoken agreement Tira and Hay-lee turned and ran toward the Spine. They ran as fast as they could, never stopping to look behind. But one thing was for sure, their step mom was right; they could of done with some more exercise.

They reached the Spine tired and out of breath. "Cramp, cramp, cramp," Tira was clutching her side and leaning over trying to get rid of her side cramp from running so much.

"Come on," said Hay-lee. "Lets go."

The girls walked into the Spine, not bothering to look back. They didn't want to. Both of them had just forsaken their friends and the only family they had, and know that they were out of danger this weighed heavily on them.

The trees were thick in the Spine. Hardly any light made it through. The under brush grew thick and there was no path, so the girls had to make their own. Stumbling, and still tired they walked silently listening for urgals that might have followed them. Tira couldn't take the silence any more, she had to say something, anything. "Are we horrible people Hay-lee? We just left them there."

It wasn't a very easy question to answer. What does she want me to say? Hay-lee wanted to know. That we aren't when we are, that it's ok that we left them there to fight and possible die? But Hay-lee never got to answer Tira's question. For when her foot fell on the ground, she fell too. Only she fell threw it.

Authors' Notes:

Rae: OK, Luna wrote the first chapter, I'm working on the second one… hmmm that seems to take care of everything, except your job. Hmmm. What can you do to help? Oh yeah, REVIEW!

Luna: Done, I like writing Eragon fan fics. It's fun. Rae is writing the next chapter, so I really have no control over what she writes. Oh and for all you lazy little people who just read and don't review, get over yourself and review. It won't kill you to take one little minute out of your life and type a review up.