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Eragon stood in the doorway of the forge.
The blacksmith was hammering away at what seemed to be a hammer.
After a minute or so the blacksmith, Thor, looked up.
He seemed a little taken a back to see the young man standing there.
"Who are you?" Thor asked in a gruff northern accent that could have belonged to an Urgal.
"Era......Bergan. My name is Bergan."
The man grunted.
"What business do you have here?" the man asked.
I hope he is not a rebel. We have had enough trouble with them already.
"I am here to pick up some horseshoes for Johani" replied Eragon.
"I see, here they are." Said Thor giving him a heavy bundle.
"I was wondering if you could tell me a little about......" Eragon was cut short when a small boy ran into the forge.
"They're back father, the rebels are back." He cried
The man dropped the bundle. He bent down to collect the horseshoes.
When he looked up the man calling himself Bergan was gone.
In the town square there were twenty or so men on horses.
"Where is the money we demanded?" Yelled the lead rider.
"We d d don't have any m m money" Stuttered one man.
"No money? Well we'll just have to take something else...... like this little lady here." He reach out in front of him and grasped Guia by the hair. She yelled out in pain. Panic swept through Eragon like a tidal wave, How can I save her without revealing myself?
It was at this moment that Eragon spotted an unusually large bird in the sky above him.
Not a bird, a dragon!
Eragon's first thought was Saphira but as he looked more closely he noticed the dragon's scales were green not blue, and the dragon was small. It could only be a few months old. Sat on the hollow in between the dragons neck and shoulder blades was a boy no older than thirteen.
The dragon was getting closer to the ground now, it was making no effort to conceal itself. The townspeople were starting to notice it now, though none of them pointed this out to the rebels who remained unaware that a dragon was in the air above them.
The dragon was almost near the ground when the small group of rebels finally noticed it.
"GET OFF MY SISTER YOU BASTARDS!!!" Yelled the young rider.
Eragon smiled. The boy Isane was brave.
"You and whose army?" Sneered a rebel.
The men approached Isane slowly.
One of the rebels shot an arrow from his bow at the boy.
Instinctively Eragon reached for magic..
"*Myr eisrym." Yelled Eragon.
The arrow halted an inch or so from the young rider's chest.
He looked up and met Eragon's eyes.
He knew it was Eragon who stopped the arrow.
He knew who Eragon was.
The rebels were uneasy; they had not anticipated a magic user to be amongst the townspeople.
Each of them threw up walls inside their minds.
They have been trained!
By who?
"We will be back in three days at sundown, you better have the money by then or else." said one of the riders, before turning his horse around galloped out of the gates, like a demon fleeing light.
Isane stood in shock, staring at the man who saved him.
"Isane your insane! What were you thinking?" yelled his sister, her voice seemed muted as if she was underwater.
The only thing he noticed was the man standing in front of him
Slowly Isane took a step forward, towards the man. About a meter or so before him he bowed.
The whispers erupted behind him. 'Why did he bow to Johani's farmhand?' and 'Does he know that man?' the people asked.
'Lord Eragon.' Said Isane.
The townspeople were silent.
'That isn't possible, is it? You aren't Lord Eragon are you?' asked Guia.
'Yes, that is my name.'
When the townspeople had finally recovered from their shock they led Eragon into a house just off the main road.
They all avoided meeting Eragon's eyes.
Apart from Guia she was openly staring at him.
Eragon avoided her gaze.
The men of the village sat around the dining table.
'I say we pay them the money' Yelled Thor.
'We don't have any money to spare though!' shouted Johani bock at the man.
'I say we fight them!' Said one man.
'Rubbish, we could never defeat them.' Replied another.
And so the argument continued. Frustration boiled inside Eragon.
'STOP!' He yelled.
'We will not give them money and you will not fight them, I will.'
The men stood (or sat) in shock.
'I am going for a walk, I need to clear my head.'
The night air was cool and crisp.
Eragon rubbed his forehead, this was an action he did whilst thinking.
'It makes sense now.' Said a voice behind him.
Guia. Eragon said nothing.
'You're an orphan, used to live in Carvahall and moved when you were sixteen.'
'Yes. Why did you follow me?' Asked Eragon.
'I I I don't know.' Replied Guia.
'Walk with me. I sense you have many questions.'
'Have you ever loved anybody?'
'Yes, but that was a long time ago.'
Guia was silent for a while expecting him to say more. He to was silent.
'I would like to show you something. Follow me.' She said.
She led him deeper into the forest.
Ten minutes or so later they were sat in an oak tree .
'I used to come here after my mother died, it was the one place I could think clearly.' Said Guia.
'Come on they will be wondering where we are.' Said Eragon.
He stood up and jumped down from the branch he had been sat upon .Guia stood up, suddenly a bird flew out of the tree and right in front of her. She stepped back in surprise.
Into thin air.
Instinctively Eragon reached out to catch her. She landed in his arms almost gracefully.
'Thank you.' She whispered
'You're welcome.' Said Eragon softly.
Their faces were only centimetres apart. Eragon looked deep into Guia's brown eyes, she looked way.
Guia P.O.V
There was something in his eyes that scared me. They looked ancient , sad and brimming with forbidden knowledge.
'Are you ok?' He asked
Our faces were only centimetres apart. It seemed so natural to lean in and press his lips to mine.
He pulled away, 'This is wrong Guia.'
'No it isn't'
With that I kissed him again and he held me close.
Eragon POV.
I knew I should not have kissed her, but it felt good. It felt good to be wanted, all my life I have been needed: to help Garrow on the farm, to kill Galbatorix and to raise the ashes of the riders into the glorious race they are now. To be wanted though that was a concept that was foreign to me, after all who had ever wanted me? Save for Saphira I knew no-one .
Arya.
A single word that disrupted my happiness, that ruined my joy.
I had wanted her once and I had no-one else to blame for my heartache.
I pulled away (again). Guia lent in for another kiss, I pushed her away hoping the distance would help clear up my thoughts.
'Why?' she croaked.
'For many reasons, firstly I'm old enough to be your grandfather even your great grandfather.'
I turned away. She walked towards me and wrapped her hands around my back.
'Who cares?'
'I do, do you think I could stand by and watch you wither while I stayed forever young. Could I betray my absent heart for some distant, short-lived happiness? No I don't believe I could.' I said.
Turning round I saw there were tears in Guia's eyes.
'You will find a man who could give you everything I cannot.'
'What can any man give me that you can't? I would rather die an old maid than not have you.' she choked out.
' I have lived over one hundred years and if I know one thing it is this; I and I alone am destined to always walk this land, apart from Saphira, alone forever more. I do not wish this fate upon anyone least of all you. Do you understand?'
She looked as if she wished to say something but no words came out her mouth. She settled for nodding and with that they set off in the direction of the house.
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