A.N. I plan on updating once a day, and I plan on having around 50-80 chapters. I am going to have a beta soon, as soon as I can. I am going to try around 5-10 pages in Microsoft Word a chapter, so… I hope you like long stories! And reviews appreciated but not required for me to post. Even if they are flames. I hate when author's make people review to post… So if I miss an update every once in a while please don't get mad at me. I will have a legitimately good reason and will state so in my next chapter. Now on with the story!

Good Competitions Gone Bad

Uhh. My head… What happened?

Well, little one, if you listened to me you wouldn't be felling this bad. Humph.

But, Saphira, what happened? I don't remember anything from last night…

Hmm. You wouldn't be asking me that if you listened to me.

SAPHIRA! Will you just tell me what happened last night!?

Fine… You and Arya got drunk and you sang her a song even the I warned you over and over to not do it, then you and Arya in your drunken stupidity raced and you crashed headlong into her mirror, and that hurt you even more. Really, you either have to start listening when I tell you GOOD advice, and not go and get trapped in a well so to speak.

Ouch… Okay. Thanks for telling Saphira.

My pleasure Sir Stupid in his drunken contests.

What? I made a contest about getting drunk? With whom?

Arya.

WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?

Yep. I know. You won though. I did? Good. What did I win?

Any type of contest. Be it Swordplay, Magic, Mental, or Physical duels.

Great. I'm going to go see how Arya fares. Would you like to join me?

Nope. I am going hunting. I am starving.

Okay. By the way, how long have I been asleep?

Two days.

Okay. Bye.

Bye Eragon.

He then cut off the connection thinking that he would really have to stop sleeping so long. Eragon then tried to get out of bed but was so tired he could barely move his legs; there was no way he would be able to walk in this condition. So, sadly, he took a small amount of energy from one of the Gems that were in my calluses on his hand, to replenish his strength.

Now, he had enough energy to walk. So he stood up and walked outside to feel rays of sunshine beating on his face. Ah, this feels nice to be out and walking again.

"Hello Eragon. I thought you would be waking up soon. I was just coming to see you." He heard the musical voice of his love ring from behind him.

"Ah, hello Arya, I was just coming to see how you are now also. Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, I did, thank you for asking.

"My pleasure, now Saphira said I won our little contest."

"Yes, you did. What kind of contest do you wish to have?"

"Ah, you shall see. Come with me."

"Alright. Where to?"

"I'll show you. Come on."

"Okay." She said as they broke out running. They ran out of the Varden encampment faster than the eye can see and ran full pelt up a mountain that was around a league away.

"We are here." Eragon said, pointing at a lake upon the top of a mountain.

"What contest can we have here?" Arya asked him.

"Fishing to see who gets the biggest one."

"Eragon, you know I don't like killing animals…"

"Me neither, so I thought we could catch them then release them."

"Ahh, I get it now, okay, what are the rules of the competition?"

"No magic, obviously. No cheating. No lying about the count."

"Okay. When do we begin?"

"Now." Eragon said, leaping into deep water to try and catch a big one.

"Oh for the love of…" Arya murmured, jumping in after him. She started swimming deeper and deeper till she saw a huge fish, almost the size of a small table. She knew that if she caught that, it was game over.

Then she saw Eragon swim right in front of her and he grabbed the fish, no her fish, and started dragging it up with him.

"Eragon, you drop that right now! It's my fish!" She yelled, but all it sounded like was 'Blurb Blurb Blurb.' Under the water. Then she realized she wasn't getting any air. Uh-oh. She started swimming up but couldn't swim that high in such a short amount of time. Then, she blacked out.

Eragon

Where was Arya? She would have to come up for air soon. Then she would see his catch and know she lost.

It was about five minutes and Eragon was getting worried. Where was she? Oh my god! She was probably drowning! Eragon then dove in the water and started searching for her consciousness so he could pinpoint her location. He found it and swam as fast as he could to where she was. He then used magic to put an air bubble around her, and withdrew all the water in her lungs so she could breathe. Then he saw the she had a very slow, light pulse and he used magic to make it go at a normal pace.

Then, he pulled her up to the surface and brought her as quickly as he could to the varden encampment. He pulled her in her room and started healing her lungs from all the salt water she inhaled, and tried to make her start breathing again. He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't. He'd rather he die instead. Then, he noticed her small nightstand near her bed. It had five fairths on it. One of an elf with silver hair he suspected to be Faolin. One with an elf with fiery red hair who he somehow knew was Glenwing. He didn't know how, he just knew. The third was of Islanzadi, proud Queen of the elves. Fourth there was a picture a male elf. He looked regal and strong and was wearing a robe of purple satin. This had to be her father, he thought. The fifth picture was of, him!? Why would she have a fairth of him? Of all people? He was sitting astride a horse and was looking better than he ever could. How could she have made that of him? Of him!?

"Cough splutter cough" He heard coming from Arya. Immediately he stopped staring at the fairths and turned his attention to Arya.

"Arya, are you okay?" He said nervously, his hope that she was fine coming out in his words. "I am so sorry for challenging you to that kind of contest. I should've known better."

"I'm fine Eragon, don't worry… Thanks for saving me though." She said as she looked in his eyes. He saw something there he couldn't put his finger on. Oh well.

"I would always save you Arya. I couldn't let you die. That would be like losing part of me like a leg, or arm. I could get replacements, but it would never be the same, you know? Thank god your alive…"

"Thank you for caring for me so much Eragon. But worry no more, alas, I live."

Thank god for that. Eragon thought.

"Arya, I shall leave you now to rest and recover, alright?"

"No, 'tis not. I would like you to stay here with me for the night I want to not be alone... Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, if you want."

"I do. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Arya." He said wistfully stretching down on the ground trying to make himself comfortable.