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Sorry it took so long to update this! My plot bunny got lost, I just found him. Turns out my brother as been keeping him in a cage and feeding him too, much, and now there are all sorts of ideas.
Chapter 3:
"What is her problem?" said Hermione, fuming. "She had a knife to my throat, and now she's angry! When I was reading the books she really didn't seem like a huffy sort of person, I mean really, Harry, did it seem like that to you?"
"No." he answered. "She didn't. The thing is, she-" At that moment, Arya's voice came from close by. They all jumped.
"In what book," she said, striding into the clearing, "have you read anything about me? I was not aware that such a thing existed." Arya looked a lot more puzzled than angry, which made Hermione relax a little bit. Only a little.
"Uh… well," said Harry, "In our world, there is, umm, a book about Alegesia with Eragon as the main character. Someone wrote it." Arya looked extremely skeptical. "Prove it." she said.
"Your mother," Hermione said, "is Islanzadi. Your father is Evandar. You were the courier for Saphira's egg for fifteen years. You were captured by the shade, Durza, on your way to Ellesmera with Saphira's egg. Your guards, Faolin and Glenwing were killed in the ambush by Urgals." You sent the egg away, to Brom, but it appeared for Eragon instead, while he was hunting in the Spine." "
Another thing," supplied Harry, "There was another rider named Oromis, and he had a golden dragon called Glaedr. They died when the elves were capturing Gil'ead." Arya was now beet red, and standing stiffly, and looking like she was about to kill someone. Ron laughed, and she chucked a dagger at his head, but was so furious that she missed. Instead, she hit a passing rabbit, and dashed over to heal it. The three wizards watched this scene with quite a bit of amusement.
"What!" said Arya, noticing that they were staring at her, "If you've read a book about my life as you say, then you should know that elves don't like hurting animals." Ron looked confused.
"Wait a minute, if you don't like to hurt animals, then why are you wearing leather?" Arya, Hermione, and Harry looked at him.
"Wow." said Arya, looking bemused, "I've never actually thought of that before." Her expression changed to shock and then pure horror, and she leapt up screaming,
"AAAAH! I'M WEARING LEATHER! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!" while running around in very tight circles. Harry, Ron, And Hermione watched this performance in shock. Hermione noticed something oddly coal like around the edges of Arya's blurred figure, then there was a colossal WHOOM1! sound, and the clearing was filled with thick black smoke. Hermione choked on the smoke, and staggered towards the edge of the clearing. Once she was in the forest where the smoke was clearer, she saw Ron and Harry walking beside her.
"Bloody Hell." said Ron, "What was that?" Harry shrugged.
"I think," said Hermione pensively, "that she might've spontaneously combusted."
"Is that even possible?" said Ron, "I just thought that was an adjective that hyperactive teenage girls put in MadLibs?" Harry giggled.
"Well," said Hermione, "It usually only happens to thinks like hay bales. But given the nature of magic in this world, and how it can be channeled and altered by feelings and emotions, it could be…" a long and complex theory proceeded, ending with, "and therefore, because of the high levels of sudden anxiety she must've been experiencing, she could have accidentally…" Hermione trailed off.
"Blown herself up?" said Harry. Hermione nodded.
Eragon only realized he had dozed off when he awoke to the smell of smoke. He looked around to see that Arya had not returned. He got up and dashed towards the source of the smoke. He came upon a clearing in which everything was covered with a very thick layer of coal black dust. In the middle of the clearing sat an equally black figure with her knees drawn up to her chest and pointed ears poking out of smoldering hair.
"Arya?" he said quizzically, "What happened?" She did not answer but sighed, blowing a puff of black dust from her knees. Eragon stepped gingerly into the clearing, and then found black dust crawling up his legs. He yelped and tried to shake it off, but it continued up his legs onto his torso, covering most of is body. He brushed at it frantically, but could not remove it. He heard his armor clatter to the ground. When it dropped off, he discovered that his pack, boots, belt, and leather jerkin had been eaten away, leaving him standing barefoot in his undershirt and too big wool pants, which he was attempting to hold up.
"Those were my favorite boots!" he whined. "What happened to them?" Arya was still unresponsive. She silently got up, picked up her pack, and walked off into the woods.
"Why does she keep doing that?" said Eragon to nobody in particular. As he expected, no answer came. He cast a spell to pile all the black dust into a heap in the middle of the clearing. He sat down on a newly cleared log and watched the dust flow into the pile. He scooped up his armor to inspect it. He discovered that all the leather padding and straps had disappeared from the metal plates. Arya returned to the clearing then, dressed in the traditional elven clothing she usually wore when she was in Ellesmera.
"Something ate my leather." He stated when she arrived.
"That was me." she said back, just as frankly.
"Why? You've had no problem with leather before now." she sighed and said,
"I know, but it just came to my attention that I was wearing the skin of animals, and I found it repulsive." Eragon was confused.
"How could you not notice you've been wearing leather? And you didn't have to destroy all my leather stuff as well! It's a personal choice!" Arya turned on him, eyes flashing.
"How could you-" he cut her off.
"I know, how could I say that after all my studies, blah blah, I believe we've been through this before." Arya smacked him. He rubbed his cheek.
"Ouch! what was that for!" he complained. Arya glared at him.
"You were being insolent and rude. Anyways, the whole reason I arrived here in the first place was to bring you back to the Varden. They urgently need your help."
"And why didn't you tell me this before?" said Eragon.
"If you've been paying any attention recently," said Arya, fuming, "You would know I was slightly distracted from my errand by some randomly appearing children who perform magic with sticks!" Eragon blushed.
"oh. Yeah. That." he said. "And why is it that you said you were on an errand? That makes me sound like a bag of groceries or something."
"Uuh! You know what Eragon?" said Arya, "the truth is, I…"
Hey! A cliffie! Isn't it suspenseful? What will happen? Will the story turn Arygon? Will it not? I am eeeeeeviiiile! MUAHAHAHAHA! Review with what YOU think will happen and maybe it will influence me! (And maybe not.) Hey, if you are reading Fate: Beautiful and Cruel, go to my profile and vote on the new title! Actually, you can vote even if you haven't read it. I just want a new title. And if you want to read it, go ahead! How do you like my not-so-subtle advertising. R&R!
-Saskia
