A/N: I tried sooo hard to stretch this chapter out but I couldn't think of any good ways (while trying to stick with what I basically already had) to make it longer. So this chapter is still pretty short but its a good short chapter! I'm kind of suprised at how easy editing this story is going so fare. Usually it takes me for-eva to even get threw one chapter! But I'm flying threw this one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I am serious! (well I own Avis...and a few other things...but I def. don't own any of the Eragon stuff!)
I am staring at my hands silently fiddling with my beautiful blue gown. I cannot believe that I'm stuck in here trying to pay attention to my fathers seemingly pointless argument with a fellow rich farmer. I believe the argument has something to do with our soil.
The farmer shakes his head viciously "No it's too weak!" he says pressing his fingers together for extra effect. I can hardly keep myself from staring at him. Why would anyone care if our soil is weak or not? Suddenly I feel myself grow cold. I am the one that's going to inherit this farm. I can barely keep myself from shuttering. Now I know why he's here.
My mother opens her mouth as if she might actually speak but then, thinking it a bad idea I'm sure, she instantly shuts her mouth.
"Avis," my father beings turning towards me, "why don't you go for a walk?" he asks gentle taking my hand in his huge one; I force out a small smile before nodding my head feebly. I stand up certain they can see my knees trembling threw my gown.
The farmer watches me go smiling up at me when I pass him. He has a shine in his eyes that makes me sick. I walk out of the room and desperately flee to the kitchen and out that door to our farm yard. I shut the door pounding my fists against the wood angrily. I chew on my bottom lip trying to keep the tears away. But I can't. They stream down my face. I collapse on our steps and let the sobs come.
How could they do this to me? How could they even think about marrying me to that fat, ugly, old man? I can not even consider touching him let alone loving him. I try to swallow my tears. Be strong but I just end up sobbing harder. My shoulders shaking violently.
I don't even have a choice! If he asks for my hand and my parents agree then I'm stuck with him until he dies. But then women weren't suppose to have choices; my mother was a prime example. She was beautiful with blond curls and sparkling green eyes that seem to be rapidly dimming.
I shutter at the thought of becoming just like my mother, a shadow, a prize to be shown to all the other stupid, useless men. Angrily I stood up swipping my weak tears away and smack my foot against a bucket and send it flying across the farm yard, the water that had been in it spilling everywhere.
"Malady!" one of our many servants cry running to grab the bucket, he glares at me openly hostile, hot tears once again begin dripped down my cheeks. I raise my chin and put my arms behind my back. I know my rank and he knows his.
But today I don't feel like causing anymore trouble so I turn my back on the servant and burst into a run, although it is nearly impossible to run in this accursed dress. Tripping several times I can feel my hands begin to go numb along with my arms and legs. But I can't stop not yet. Not until I've run fare enough away from the farm that my screams of sorrow and frustration won't be heard.
The forest seems to become a blur of brown and green around me; my foot catches against something and I feel my body being thrown forward like a rag doll. I smash against the forest floor my entire dress turning from blue to a murky brown. I push myself up gasping for air. And begin to pound my fist against the ground screaming wildly.
"Why!" I is the only audible word that I scream over and over again. My shoulders trembled as I continued to sob giving up completely. Fifteen years flash behind my shut eyes. I was laughing in my fathers arm. I was learning now to knit with my mother. Those were happy times.
I barely notice when the first drops of rain hit my dress. It isn't until I am thoroughly drenched and covered head to toe in mud that I notice it is raining.
A light grown sends Goosebumps careening across my body. I look around entirely terrified and shivering from the freezing raindrops. This time the moan is louder.
"Hello?" I yell craning my neck and looking from side to side trying to see who, or even what, is making that sound. No one replies so I get to my feet; my entire body feeling as if it is made from jell-o. I look around once again at the green and brown that surrounds me. I know soon the green would be replaced by dead brown and then serine whiteness.
I turn my back on my fathers farm and walk towards the weak moan. It sounds as if the person is in horrible pain so creep forward once again my heart pounding in my ears. It could be anything, and my childhood fear of being eaten my wolves suddenly begins to haunt me. I swallow hard and take another shaking step towards the moan.
"Hello?" I repeat much softer this time, even my voice is trembling now, I've never been more terrified in my entire life then in this moment. I am Alone in the woods its exactly what my mother and other women warned us younger girls about. I am on edge as I take another step forward I look around myself.
A man comes into view, I gage and turn to the side emptying on stomach across the foliage, across his shoulder, leg, and stomach are huge cuts still bleeding. Beautiful blue eyes flutter open, I bite my tongue forcing myself not to show my fear, I wasn't the one helpless here. And I certainly am not going to throw up again
His eyes closed again his breath seems to be laboring; slowly I force myself to lean down and check for a pulse, I was never very good at finding a pulse on a persons wrist or throat so instead of wasting precious time I press my ear against his chest listening for a heartbeat. It was a weak one but at least there was one. I lift my ear off his chest; my brown curls cling to him.
I am drenched to the bone so no matter how much I want to simply lay my cloak over his shoulders I know he would die if I left him; indecision makes me clench and unclench my hand. The persistent rain reminds me that each moment I waste is one less moment for him to live. I know what I have to do. Even if I don't exactly want to.
I'm sure this is going to cause him much pain but I have to drag him to one of the many caves dotting these forests. I lean down and slide my narrow arms under his bulky ones and start to slowly drag him; he moans but went completely limp almost instantly. His tall frame was made up of mostly all muscle making the journey slightly less miserable for me.
The mud weighs my dress down; panting I begin to cures everything I possibly can curse. Starting with the person who invented dresses and going right on down the line until I run out of things to curse. Finally I concentrate on the mans face. He's quite beautiful with black hair falling into his face. I wonder how he managed to get the cuts that cover his body.
A startled deer scampers away from me throwing mud up in its tracks.
A cave comes into view and I can hardly keep myself from crying out in joy. I being the painfully slow pulling of the man towards the cave. Once we get inside I lay the man flat on his back he lets out chocking coughs his body shaking. Those blue eyes open and focus on me for a split second. He takes in a labored breath before closing them again and I watch as he falls into unconsciousness. His head lulls towards me and black hair falls over his eyes. For a split second I recognize that black hair but then the memory flees from me.
I shrug out of my cloak dropping the soggy thing to the ground; I can't help shivering in the bitter September air. He certainly doesn't look inviting but I have to do this.
I have no idea if he will make it to morning, but I pray that I will be able to see those blue eyes one more time. So I begin to pull my dress off throwing it to the floor with my cloak. Leaving me in my silky undergarment that only reaches the middle of my thigh. I take in a deep breath and kneel next to the man. I role him onto his side and being to pull his clothes off. Leaving him in his pants. And finally lay down next to him. No blood touches my pale skin. I wrap my arms around him and press my head against his chest.
I don't know him and probably never will. Yet having my nearly naked body pressed against his bare chest creates a strange sensation in my stomach.
I can feel his gentle breath against the top of my head. I close my eyes and pray that he will survive. And suddenly I'm falling into unconsciousness.
I really like the word "unconsciousness"...its really long...and hard to spell...its so awesome!...0.0...anyways...
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