A/N: So as best as I can tell, there's been some readers, but no one reviewing to say they are really interested. (I wrote that a week or so ago, before being f**ked by starting college. Thanks to the one reviewer. You are truly special.) Give me some clues guys, it really does help. Anyway...story.
Luke was worried. He'd heard people didn't always read authors notes and review like I asked...so the fourth wall broke, and he got confused. Seriously guys, I mean it. Also I'm incredibly sorry to those who want the story because of a certain cliffhanger I may or may not have written, but are nice enough to read this anyway.
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"Shit!" Luke's first thought was that he really needed to cut down on the swearing he'd been doing recently. He really didn't like swearing, whether he was doing it or someone else was doing it. His second thought was that he had just revealed that he knew something no random human should know, who Eragon was, and where he was as well, and that the elves might react poorly. Damage control time.
"Look, I have no idea how I got here, but you may not believe how I know of Eragon. It's a very strange story," he said, "Come to think of it, I've been having a strange day..." He muttered the last part, once again forgetting the elves had supernatural hearing.
"And just how strange is your story, human? Your arrival here is strange enough, due to-"
"Your wards?" Luke figured he'd tipped his hand already, so it didn't hurt to keep the elves a bit off balance. "I hear nothing can penetrate them, yet here I am. You just have to believe my word, as I don't know the ancient language, that I have no idea how I came to be here."
"You...you speak of things that you should have no knowledge of, even in the Varden, such knowledge cannot be commonplace. Who are you?
"You've never heard of me, but my name is Luke. I'm a human, from a place beyond this world. Outside it, anyway..." As the elves tried futilely to hide their shock at this, Eragon flew over on Saphira. They were curious about the crowd, so they stopped to investigate. Spoiler alert, more shockers coming.
"Who's the boy?" Asked Eragon, curious about the only other human in Ellesméra other than him.
"You're Eragon. Oromis must have finished with you. There is little more in terms of raw skill he can teach you anymore, that sling on Vanir over there gives a few clues as to what day this is if memory serves." Eragon would have fallen over, and likely had an attack from his back, had this sequence happened a week earlier. As it was he stumbled as if struck, jabbed hard at the boy's conscience, and then backed away a few steps.
"You don't have a mind!" he exclaimed. As he would later tell Orik, everyone could be felt, and felt unique, even if their mind was shielded against all entry. Where the boy was, he sensed nothing, just as though there was only air where he stood.
Luke almost felt insulted...then he realized what Eragon meant. He then became very confused.
"Of course I have a mind," he said, "I'm using it to think right now!" He stated this as if it would prove he had a mind.
It didn't.
He did use his mind to figure out that this would be to his supreme advantage though. A world of mind readers and magic users, and he was immune to half of that power...if he remembered correctly, that was one of the key problems at the end of the series, too much power in magic users. Maybe if he stuck around that long, he could help that situation a bit. Of course, he wouldn't stay that long or help that situation, but he was allowed to think positively.
Eragon and Saphira connected their minds with the elves to consider this recent arrival.
He doesn't seem hostile, Saphira pointed out.
Looks can be deceiving, just look in a mirror, Shadeslayer, replied Vanir.
And the fact that we can't sense his mind at all is very disturbing, we should at least keep an eye on him at all times, Eragon added.
As one, he, Saphira and he elves reached out to Islanzadí to ask for guards and a pleasant place to keep this...Luke.
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