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Arya's POV
(Two weeks later)
Where is eEragon? No one has seen him in weeks. I'm going to go to his tent and find out what's wrong. I mean what could it be that it would cause him to hide for weeks? I just don't get it. Does he even know that the Varden is going to take over the next town? When I ask Saphira where he is, she just laughs and says that he's not here.
I am going to his tent to find out where he is, even if Saphira says he's not here. I am going to search his tent if he's not there. If he's there, then I'll give him a piece of my mind. He has no right to go missing and not tell anyone where he's going.
Finally, I'm at Eragon's tent. There's Saphira sleeping outside. Looks like she's waking up, "Hello Saphira."
"Hello to you too, Arya"
"Would you happen to know where Eragon is.?"
" No I don't."
"Oh, well I need to get something of his."
" No, Arya, wait, don't. He's not in there. I think He's at Roran's tent."
It was too late. I opened the flap on Eragon's tent. I found him on the floor, surrounded by pieces of paper that looked like they had perfect fairths on them, and giggling like a madman. He was laughing for a minute before he saw me. His eyes got huge as plates. He looked scared, embarrassed, and shocked at the same time. I could tell that I would be very unhappy with him when he explained.
Eragon's POV:
Oh crap, how long has Arya been standing there? I am in so much trouble. I guess I should just explain the cameras to her. "Hello Arya, I guess you're wondering what this is." She just stared at me. "I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" I asked nervously.
"Oh yes you are." She replied. "But first, explain what all this is."
"Ok," I sighed. Then I told my story about the cameras to her.
"Ok, so this Camera Maker gave you a box full of cameras,"Arya asked.
"Yep, he gave me digital cameras, surveillance cameras, cameras with long lenses, cameras the size of a button, cameras for using at night, Cameras that print the picture out after you take it, and even a magic camera that lets us talk to him. Just whatever you do, don't take a picture of a mirror with the magic camera." I explained.
"Why can't you take a picture of a mirror with it," She questioned.
"I don't know. The camera maker told me not to, and I trust him when it comes to cameras. After all, he is the Camera Maker." I said truthfully.
"Why don't you ask him," replied Arya
"Ok," I agreed.
As I went to get the magic camera and some paper, Arya looked at the pictures. When I returned, I gave her the paper and a writing utensil. After she wrote down the question I time faxed it.
"Let's hope he gives us the answer we wanted." I said.
"He better, or else I'll break his stupid cameras" Arya snapped at me.
"Cameras aren't stupid," I defended.
"Eragon, will you please just SHUT UP!!!!!!!!," she screamed. I'd better shut up. She seems to be acting like this person that The Camera Maker calls, The Hulk.
"Here's his answer," I said hoping to change the subject.
"Ok, read it," she said. Thank god, it worked.
"*Ahem* Arya,
You have a good Question. I am surprised that Eragon didn't ask it. Now, you must not take a picture of a mirror with this camera because if you do, then you will unleash a powerful demon. This demon has destroyed many worlds. He was about to destroy my world, when I imprisoned him in that camera. He gave it special powers too. Those powers will help Eragon destroy Galbatorix. So, I sent it to him, trusting him to use it responsibly. I also gave him a book of directions and a device that warns him when he's about to take a picture of a mirror, just in case."
"He sure knows you well" Arya interrupted.
"It's not funny," I said.
"Eragon, just get back to the letter," She replied.
"Do not use it unwisely or I will know, because am from the future. I will help you on your journeys and give you some of my technology when you prove you are ready. Act wisely and I might give you a powerful weapon of my time called a gun. I must also tell you Arya, Of course I would know Eragon. You and him are my great, great, great, great, great, great grandparents."
Then all through the varden camp, only one sound could be heard. It scared men and children alike. It was Arya's screams of "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
