Our internet's been out for the past week. Sorry.
But, it did give me a chance to write some of my original stories*
I really didn't think about the scream.
So yes, it is Elva. Thank you, Commentaholic!
Sorry about the nothingness crap in the last chapter.
This has some action, so.
AIEEE! Anime Con=festival of freaks!
I saw about fouur people in pikachu jumpsuits.
They looked like footie pajamamas. ^-^

I stood there for a second after the scream erupted. It was followed by scuffling noises. Me, Eragon, and Nasuada ran out and were met by a strange sight: A little girl with black hair was repeatedly hitting an inconspicuous soldier for some odd reason. The man looked very, very annoyed because he was all red in the face. he was trying to get her off with an unsheathed sword.

"Elva, stop that right now!" Nasuada ordered. The girl didn't pause. I gave Eragon a look, and we sprang into action. I pulled the girl away, and then assisted Eragon with disarming te soldier. In less time than it takes to tell,his weapon was out of his hand and he was on the ground with two blades at his neck.

"What were you doing?" I asked.

He just glared. Elva spoke up, "That there is an assasain from the Empire. He was going to go after Nasuada."

"So, what exactly are we going to do with this guy, then?" I asked, "We can't let him go, he has too much information to be killed right away."

"I know. Right now, Jormundur, one of my advisors, shall take him." Nasuada nodded to a man that I hadn't noticed standing nearby. Quite a few people had gathered to watch the strange spectacle, and as the spy was led away in the middle of a big group of soldiers, many turned back. A bunch of the guys were in armor because of the impending threat, and about two women were also.

Again with the staring! Haven't these people got something better to do than stand there like Jay at an anime convention?*I thought angrily.

Calm down. They do have things they should be doing, but that was a rather odd sight. Vrangr replied. I could tell that my dragon was getting annoyed, too.

"I am surprised that you do not flinch at my voice, dreamer." Elva spoke to me.

"There are stranger things. And you were going to explain it eventually." Eragon was now staring at the little girl with a mixture of shock, horror, and faint recognition.

"You..." He tried to say.

"I am the babe you 'blessed' in Farthen Dur. It is me, Eragon."

"I'm so sorry... I didn't know this would happen, and full well intend to reverse it if that is within my ability."

Elva's mask of haughty indifference wavered ever so slightly. "It is to be expected." Then she walked away.

When that delightful scene was over, the leader of the Varden spoke up,

"Onyx, Eragon, Vrangr, Saphira, come on…Let's go. I have someone to introduce you all to."

Nasuada then walked us across the encampment to a tent that was probably white and yellow, but looked orange because of the filtered light. Once inside, me and Eragon got the wonderful experience of meeting king Orrin. Whup-de-dup.

He reminded me of an overinterested science teacher. Asking questions to fast to get an answer and all that. It just seemed that my life was following a pattern:

Something stupid happens

Introduce self to important people.

Wait for action

Wait.

Wait.

Wait. (It does seem to be a pattern of the fanfic)

Just so it's clear, I do not like waiting. The nail-biting suspense usually made me seriously pissed, very bored, clumsier than usual, or any combination of the three.

We then dropped out crap back in Nasuada's tent, and armored up. My armor was actually a hand-me-down from Islanzadi. A chainmail tunic, greaves and bracers, and also a helmet, all glittering silver.

"Now, we must find Du Vrangr Gata and make sure that they are well prepared for the upcoming battle." Eragon said.

"Good plan. Oh, and your helmet makes your head look like it's shaped wierd." It did. And mine probably had the same effect.

Eragon laughed, and away we went. The Dragons had taken to the air a while ago because of the crowds they drew and the fact that a bunch of tents were now laying in piles.

Our seach led us to a green tent with a donkey out front, and several strange-looking plants hanging suspended over a cauldron that rested on one of the plumes of green fire. A big black cat popped ot of the tent, and walked over to us.

I had always liked cats, and the werecats mentioned in CP's books.

It seems you have head of me. The cat spoke in my head.

I might have. Are you Solembum?

I have been called that by your companion, and also my friend in the tent.

"Oh! And who do we have here?" A woman asked. She had come over without my noticing. Angela, probably. "Is that Eragon? And who are you, girl?"

"I am Onyx. The other Dragon Rider."

"Mm-hm. Fell out of a tree, did you?"

"It was not the most normal of meetings." Eragon said.

"And that kind of thing is what makes life interesting. Solembum says that he talked to Onyx."

Yes, I did.

"I know that already!" Angela seemed a little ADHD. "I was going to ask if she wanted her fortune told. You do, I assume?"

Eragon shrugged at me, and I said "I - okay."

"Then come sit down, and I shall cast the bones."

Angela was another random thingamajig.
I have been rereading Eragon, and was inspired.
*= Anyone who hasn't gone to an anime convention must.
R&R PLEASE!