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Fanfic—A New Hope
Chapter 12---I'm Confused.
Illera slipped into Eragon's room to check up on him and his good friend the hangover. She shook him awake, and he groaned.
"Sorry for interrupting but--" Eragon cut her off.
"SHUSH!"
"Ah…."
Illera muttered a quick spell to release headaches, tweaked for hangovers.
Eragon sat up, and groggily asked, "What happened?"
With an amused twinkle in her eye, Illera answered, "You got drunk."
"…Oh."
"Yeah. Now we have to get to Oromis in….twenty minutes."
"Alright."
Illera left the room and called for Amira to meet her after she talked to Arya.
She reached Arya's room, and knocked. The elf opened the door, and Illera went in.
"Arya when do you think the Forging will begin?"
"We have one or two more contestants we are waiting for; the latest we shall begin is in five days."
"Oh alright. Thank you."
Illera left, and found Amira waiting for her in a courtyard. She climbed up and they winged over to Oromis' hut, where he was meditating.
"Ebrithil," she said, and bowed.
"Where are Eragon and Ryan?"
"They should be coming very soon."
Almost as soon as she was finished talking, Saphira, Eragon, Ryan and Spitfire glided over the treetops and landed near Amira.
"Ebrithil," Eragon murmured, and Ryan followed suit.
"Today you will be meditating, broaden your minds; feel the life of the forest. After you feel you have absorbed all the knowledge you can, come to me. Ryan, I will teach you how. Illera, Eragon, go over there, near the stream."
They walk over, and sat across from the stream, and felt the minds, the feelings of the animals and plants.
Illera concentrated on the wolf that was watching them warily. She entered its mind, and felt what its instinct told it to do; run. The wolf bounded away, and Illera was forced to return to her mind.
She found a peregrine falcon and its nest; she felt its proud demeanor and her mothering instinct. The falcon took off, and Illera flew with her, in her mind. When Illera discovered the bird was going to dig for worms, she returned into her own body.
This continued in similar fashion for quite awhile, until Eragon touched her mind and told her to go with him to meet Oromis. Illera stood up and stretched, and followed Eragon back to the hut.
Ryan desperately tried to follow Oromis' commands. Broaden your mind…ok, I can do that. An amused chuckle rang through his head. No you can't. This is how you do it. Spitfire widened his mind, and Ryan sensed how he did it, and saw, no, felt, the life of Du Weldenvarden. Absorbed in his new findings, he didn't look up when Illera and Eragon arrived, and reached into a squirrel's mind instead.
Oromis sat, and beckoned for them to also sit.
"You are aware of the Forging of the Blades, are you not?"
They both nodded, wondering what was going to happen next.
"It will begin tomorrow. You, as Riders, must be there. The judges, since Islanzadi has decided there will be three judges, are, Arya, myself, and Rhunon. Arya, as the normal elf, myself, as the Rider who would decide if the sword was fit, and Rhunon, as a maker, would easily see the flaws. There are one hundred contestants, a rather small number. You will be required to meet them, and be present at the beginning of the Ceremony. Ryan already knows this, I have told him. Do you understand?"
They both nodded, and Oromis called for Ryan to come and join them in doing the Rimgar. Illera sighed. This is going to be a long day.
Illera fell face down onto her bed and groaned. Ugh. Stupid exercises, dance of snake and crane… She mentally cursed who ever had created it. Slowly getting up, she winced. I already knew I'm not that flexible! Amira chuckled. Little one, the point was for Oromis to know your limits, in order to test you. Thanks. At your service.
Illera showered and changed her clothes, into clothes that the elves had made for her, savoring the downy texture and sat back down on the bed. Someone knocked, and she said, "Come in."
Eragon entered and sat next to Illera. They sat in silence for awhile. I wonder why he came…
"Illera, have you scryed the other two Riders lately? The…Dark Riders?"
Illera boiled inside, but didn't show it. Murtagh isn't dark! He's---Yes, Yes, but don't let Eragon get suspicious. Fine.
"No, why?"
"So we can see what they are doing."
"Oh. Well I have a bowl of water….somewhere. Here, let me find it."
Eragon laughed slightly. "Ok."
She spied the bowl, and beckoned Eragon to come over.
"Draumr kopa," Illera muttered, concentrating on Galbatorix.
The image in the water wavered, and Galbatorix appeared. And what was he doing? His favorite hobby. Torturing Murtagh. Illera tried not to show how much she was affected; a shudder ran through her body. Dammit! I hope Eragon didn't see….
Eragon focused on the image in front of him, and almost didn't notice Illera shudder. Well Murtagh was probably her friend, so it would affect her to see it… Or was it something else? Before he could probe that thought any further, Illera broke the image.
A questioning glance was shot in her direction, but he didn't pry.
"That's disgusting," Illera muttered.
"Was Murtagh your friend?"
Illera looked slightly startled. "I guess you could call it that."
He nodded. "Ok. Well I should get going, and Oromis wants us to spar tomorrow at six, so we should get some sleep."
"Kay. And you're borrowing Vanir's sword again?"
"Yes."
She nodded, and he left and sat on his bed. "I guess you could call it that…"Did she really get to know him? We don't know how long she trained with him, but he did say she completed her training…
---------------Flashback------------------
Eragon flew out to meet his brother, sword in hand. But he was already tired, and Murtagh was fresh.
"Eragon listen to me. The Purple Rider is fleeing from the King. I helped her escape. She has two letters in her possession, one addressed to Nasuada and one for you. She has completed her training under me, and can fight excellently."
"I do not have much time. Galbatorix has ordered me to try and capture you. I have tried. He will be in a terrible mood when he finds one of his Riders have disappeared and the last egg gone. Her dragon is female; she will explain everything. For now, brother, I must go." With that, Murtagh sheathed his sword, mounted Thorn and flew off.
--------------End Flashback-----------
Eragon shook his head frustrated. They were both so complicated, Murtagh and Illera. Similar in that aspect, maybe they liked to confuse him. He sighed. Whatever, I'll figure it out another day. He leaned back, and fell asleep.
Yes I know its kind of short, but it's needed. Next chapter will be longer I promise!
Oh yeah, I have about five silent reviewers. And anyways…I got five reviews last chapter. While I'm grateful for those few, what happened to the [oh wait…Six reviews I got for chapter nine? Okie. How about…I get nine reviews for this chapter, and I post the next? Thanks!
Babylol09: THANK YOU!
Spottedstar106: Lol! I agree.
Vincent Nuramashi: This fic is kind of a mix of the two books, the Burning plains had already happened, but they go for training… kind of confusing really, sorry about that. Eragon and Arya should get together…oh…before/after the next battle.
Elfy14: Lol thanks! I'm not a super huge fan of Arya, but I think she's the only one who's good with Eragon.
Princess-enigma: Yup, a happy ending for all. :D
