Discalmer: Eragon and all the chars belonging to the eragon world belong to Christopher Paloni. The only characters that belong to me and whats2come are Fay and calla. Please enjoy our story.
The young wizard Harry Potter sat up at the soft hoots that came from the snowy owl, Hedwig. He sat up to see what she was hooting about. As he made his way to his window he saw the silouet of a person outside. As the person tapped the window with it wand and the glass vanished and let the person in. Once inside the person lowered its traveling cloak to reveal a woman with bubble gum pink hair that stood in spikes all around her head and eyes that were dark and twinkling and a small model like nose.
"Wotcher Harry" said the strange women as she looked around as if to find something.
"Hi, Tonks what's wrong?"said harry as he looked at tonks wondering what was going on.
"Harry, Where is your trunk?" she said as she went to his closet and pulled out his robes and the few megger muggle belongings he owned.
"It's in my closet, What are you doing Tonks?" said harry looking at her like she was crazy.
"on just rescuing you from the dursleys and taking you to Grimmauld place."she said as she pulled out his trunk and started throwing his things into it.
"Oh ok...WHAT WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!?!?" he semi shouted at tonks
"SHHHHHHHH, you don't want to wake them now go get your broom" she said as she placed his last magical item in the trunk.
Harry nodded and went silently downstairs and grabbed his Firebolt on his way back to the stairway he saw a flash of purple which took his attention.
Two figures were riding along on horse back. As the two rode distinct differences showed. One was taller and has grey hair and a more rugged look to it. The other rider was shoter then the first and had an uneasy look upon his face. As he rode his brow hair fell into his unfocused brown eyes. As they rode the horrizan did not seem to be getting any closer and the sun was setting. The elder of the two riders stopped and said,"let us make camp here Eragon." With that the two dismounted and started to prepare camp. Eragon then called for Sapphira. Sapphira came flying over and landed near the river. A soft almost inaudiable pop sounded just before a splash. Sapphira and Eragon saw the black hair of somebody slip beneath the waters cool surface. Eragon's hunter instincts kicked in and he dove in after the person who had just slipped beneath the waters surface. Once in the water the current hit him strongly and made every movement a battle. Not long after Eragon dove in Sapphira came in behind him and lowered herself so that he could sit upon her sholders. Sapphira don't forget the other person. he telepathed her as she then slipped her tail around the person's waist and shot out of the river and landed carefully upon the river bank. Once Eragon dismounted Sapphira he and brom set to the task of warming up the boy they had just saved. As the boy warmed up he coughed up the small amount of water that was within his lungs. Eragon and Brom laid the boy by the fire and had Sapphira lay not far away. "Will he be alright" asked eragon as he watched Brom check the boy's puls and tempeture. "He will be once the Feaver breaks" said brom as he covered up the boy once more. They notice the scare upon his forehead for the first time. Late that night the boy's feaver finally broke. When Eragon woke the next day he saw the boy sitting up and looking around. Eragon stood up and walked to the boy wondering if he was alright. "What's your name?" asked Eragon as he saw Sapphira had left to hid for the day and hoped that it was before the boy woke. "My name is Harry Potter." said the boy as he waited for the reaction. When no reaction came he was puzzle but happy at the same time. Eragon started to cook the last of the meat they had on them and wondered how they would get across the river. Brom woke to the smell of cooking meat and look at Harry and said "So he's better," to Eragon then said "Boy what is your name?" Harry then said "Harry potter sir." again no reaction harry felt a little giddy.
As a young girl rushes about her room she glances at her cresent moon clock. She sees that she has about 30 minutes till she had to go to the hill beyond the field. She continues to pack and then goes and picks up a black box. She lifts the black silver trimed lid and takes out the 10 1/2 inch white wood wand. She thought about what she had been told about her wands Core. She knew the core was a lock of hair and a posion she could not remember the name of. As she stood there she ran her fingers over the handle and felt the small inscriptions and did not think they were there on coincidence. She placed the wand back in the box and placed the box between her clothes to keep it safe. She grabbed her guardian and closed her trunk. She looked in the mirror and made sure her black hair with silver streaks were neat and smiled as she ran her hand through her hair. She had ten minutes left. She got help to the hill with her father she bid him goodbye as the "camp councilor" came out and took Fay with him and the small group of other "campers" and had them all touch the port key and off to camp Arcane they went.
Mand miles away the tropical sun was just rising over the mountain tops in Hawaii. A girl of about 16 sat cross legged on her bedroom floor in front of her trunk examining its contents. Her watch told her she didnt have much time before she had to leave for Camp Arcane. So in one fluid movement Calla stood up, stuck her hand in her trunk and pulled out a long narrow box and shut the trunk lid. She set the box upon her dresser in front of her mirror and took off the lid. She always felt amazed when she picked up the item within the box and this time was no exception; the slender wand was crafted out of Mahogany and fit perfectly in her hand, it was 13 inches long. She put the wand back and picked up another item from her dresser- her favortie purple hair brush. On the final stroke her alrarm on her watch sounded which made her jump slightly it was time.
Fay landed slightly hard and looked around confused. She saw the hand of the counciler and gladly took it. She looked around for her trunk and guardian. Fay felt the soft fluttering of butterfly wings. Fay held her hands out and laughed slightly as her guradian Kila shifted into a kitten. Fay held Kila and was led to her room. She set kila upon her bed and sat down herself. Once the councilor left fay thought about how she was just standing upon the hill and then in the center of the camp. It made no sence to her but she accepted it . In her hands she held the key to her cabin and opened her trunk and pulled out her journal and wand.
The air in the room was pulsating with magical energy created from the small silver key that calla held in her out stretched hand. She was told that the key to her cabin would also take her to Camp Arcane. As soon as they alarm went off her bed room floor seemed to vanish and the rest of seemed to spin around her. For a moment it felt as if she was being sucked into a giant vacum. As suddenly as it started she was released and glided gently down in front of Cabin 16. Although she was really nervous the cabin was welcoming and she couldn't help opening the door only to find that she was not alone.
As Fay laid across her bed, her ink well was carefully balanced upon her bed. She was lifting her quill out of the ink well when the door suddenly opened. As she was startled her inkwell was tipped over by her hand and onto her oldest uniform. As fay looked up she was shocked by what she saw., A girl about 5'3 with purple hair stood in the door way. Fay stood up carefully as felt as if something was different about this girl.
As Calla looked into the room she saw a pool of light glancing off something shiny. As she stepped into the room someone stepped between her and the Shinny. She looked into fathomless sapphire eyes with flecks of silver in them She was only then noticed the person to whom the beautiful eyes belonged. The girl was flawless- tall and slender- and her hair deep black with streaks of silver, cascading to her waist. Upon the girl's slightly angular face was a look of surprise but when calla smiled up at her - both in greeting and appology- it melted away and was replaced with a bright and welcoming smile that shone in her sapphire eyes.
The girls stared at each other for a moment if anyone happened to walk in at that moment they would see a purple haired girl small in build, lingering nervously in the cabin doorway as well as a taller more confident girl, breath-takingly beautiful, holding an ink-splattered journal across the room. Fay spoke first, her calm,clear voice echoing slightly around the other wise silent cabin.
"Hello my name is Fay. I wasn't expecting any company but im glad you've come..." there she stopped for she didn't know the name of her roommate.
"Sorry" the purple haired guirl finally spoke. "I didn't mean to barge in, I didn't think anyone else would be here either. Im calla." both girls stepped towards each other at the same time their hands stretched out in formal greeting. However when their hands met even for the briefest mof monents, Calla and Fay felt the strangest sensation -almost as if they had met before and shared the closest of bonds. They disengaged the mysterious hand shake and stepped back. Although neither of them spoke at first, the almost entranced look in each girls eyes told the other that theirs would not be a normal friendship.