Here is the next chapter, hope everyone enjoys it!

Eragon jumped off the last steps of the stairs leading up to his and Roran's room, glancing from side to side, he was in a white button up shirt and blue jeans. He quietly walked into the kitchen. "Morning, Uncle Garrow." He gave his uncle a warm smile, the aging man's brown hair was finally turning gray. If there was to describe the old man, he tall with a stick-like frame, narrow face and intense brown eyes. Eragon indeed respects his uncle greatly, ever since he found out that he took Eragon in, when his mother left.

Roran was sitting at the table eating his eggs quickly and gulping down fresh milk from their cows. Eragon's little family were consider country, living on a small ranch half and hour away from the small city, the only two houses were near them. One belonged to an old man who told stories on a bonfire night and the other lived the butcher of the city, who's daughter Roran has taken a fancy to.

"You talk a lot in your sleep.. Eragon." Roran said as he chewed on his food, picking up a piece and toast covered in butter. "I don't talk in my sleep." Eragon protested, taking the plate his uncle handed him. "Morning, Eragon." His uncle gave him a small smile before sitting back down at the table and opening his newpaper. "You do!" Roran said once more, rubbing his chest. Roran was in a red and brown plaid button up shirt and khakipants.

Eragon ignored his cousin as he digged into his food, taking slow sips from his milk. "When you two boys get home from school, I'll need you to help around the ranch. Understood?" Garrow raised a brow at the two, taking a sip from his coffee. "Yes, sir." They both reypled before he stood up and went to work out in his garden.

A few minutes later the front door open to reveal a beautiful young girl, no older then sixteen with long copper hair, smooth white skin, and a pretty face. She skipped in wearing a light blue dress. "Roran, Eragon! Let's go before we're late again." "Aye, let's go." Roran agreed, setting his and Eragon's plate in the sink before walking over to Katrina and placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Save it for the honeymoon." Eragon smirked at the two as he passed by them for the door, feeling the heated glare from Roran. Katrina smiled, slipping her hand into Roran's before leading him towards the door. Once outside all three of them stood by the bus stop, waiting for the big yellow beast of a car to come and get them.

Once on the bus, Eragon looked around for his best friend, Saphira. Her blonde hair with light blue streaks, making her stick out from the crowd. "You look very nice today, Saphira." Eragon told her as he took his seat beside her, he could already hear her music blasting from her headphones. "You too, little one." She gave him a thumbs up as he glared at her. How badly he hated that nickname she had given him.

"So... What's the point of coming to school?" Murtagh asked, he was the schools emo boy and a receiver on the football team. Also Eragon's best friend, besides Saphira that is. "To learn." Eragon answered his question, they were both sitting in their English class with Saphira and Thorn.

Thorn was Murtagh's best friend since he was a baby, like how Saphira and Eragon was. Thorn had red spiked up hair and red eyes, the red eyes came from contacts. He has very strong muscles were anyone could tell he was a gym rat, his teeth were white as snow.

Eragon's eyes quickly looked over to the door as someone walked in. He notice it wasn't a someone, but the most beautiful creature he ever set eyes on. His eyes looked over her body, her tawny skin, raven-black long hair and intense green eyes. She was taller then a lot of the guys here, but Eragon was a inch taller then her.

She was late for class, she normally is never late. Our teacher Jeod gave her a lecture on lateness before letting her go to her desk at the front of the class.

"Eragon!" Murtagh poked him in the arm to get his attention as Saphira smacked him over the head. Eragon grunted out in pain, rubbing his head and the drool that rolled out of his mouth. "W-what?" All three of them shakes their head at him, sighing. "Are we still going to that party tonight?" Thorn asked with a raised brow. "Yeah, at seven."

The bell ringed loudly in Eragon's ears as the class ended. He grinned, picking his bag up and headed for his next period archery class. The class he spent time with Arya.

Hope everyone liked this chapter!
~Punky~