Jo

By:Novicewriter

Alright, sorry about all the slow updates, but between writers block and no time in the day I am having trouble. Stay with me and please help me out a little.

Eragon and Jo were nearing the city now and after two and a half days of riding on Saphira's back the young woman was excited. First she finally got to see the beautiful land of the elves, and second she could learn about the history that her father had always tried so hard to keep hidden. Basically everything that didn't make him out to look very good was taken from the vast libraries in the castle.

"Eragon, are there libraries in Ellesmera?" Josephine looked at Eragon in earnest and he had to laugh at the look in her face.

"I don't know about libraries, but you can certainly check. What do you want to read?"

"I want to read anything about everything." Eragon laughed again at Jo and how serious she was about this. She wasn't joking, Jo planned to spend her time in Ellesmera spending as much time with Eragon as possible, and learning about anything at all. She felt very much useless to the Varden with the little knowledge she had about past attemps at overthrowing the king and such matters.

"I am sure you will learn lots while you are there just by being in the area. Hearing the elves talk, you can learn a lot by listening to your surroundings." Jo smiled at Eragon who spoke of Ellesmera as though it were heaven.

"Arya always speaks highly of this place, as do you. I'm looking forward to seeing for myself."

"Well, you don't have to wait long, there is Du Weldenvarden in the distance." The red head followed Eragon's gaze and as soon as she laid eyes of the forest ahead she couldn't remove her sights.

"It's beautiful!"Suddenly Jo found her thoughts straying to Muratgh, he would've liked it here. Eragon noticed this when she looked down.

"Jo look, we can't do anything to help Murtagh until my training is done. I promise we will free him though."

"I know, I just feel like I betrayed him. I was his only friend there besides Thorn and I left him behind. It was hard to do, one of the hardest things I have ever done, but you and the Varden needed me, I couldn't continue being there."

"I know, you would never leave him alone there unless it was truly unbearable." Eragon turned around and looked Jo right in the eyes, "Don't dwell on the past, it might consume your future."

Jo smiled at this and then tried not to think about the wrong she had done Murtagh.

Murtagh

Murtagh sat in front of a bowl of water trying hard to see Eragon through the magic around him. All he ever got was the feeling that Eragon felt it and a black picture. "Dammit! Maybe I can see Jo?" Murtagh had been sitting in his room trying to scry certain people of the Varden all night hoping maybe he could see some of them eventually. It seemed that as long as Jo was touching Eragon she was invisible to him as well, and Jo was always touching Eragon. He tried Jo and finally she came up. She was standing in a wooded area with houses built right into the trees surrounded them. She was standing next to someone but it cut off, "Must be Eragon." Then Jo held onto the hand of the blackness and the picture was invisible again. "Can't those two go two minutes without touching!"Murtagh picked up the bowl and through it against the far wall.

That was mature. Thorn was in his mind again

Why don't you go to sleep?

Why don't you?

Shut up.

The young man turned around sharply to see the king standing over him with a certain gleam in his eye. He was smiling which was creepy and rather out of character for the old king.

"What do you want?" Murtagh stared up at the man he hated.

"Was that a proper way to ask me a question? I don't believe so, but I will let it go for I have a new way for you to watch Eragon and my daughter."

"You mean besides scrying which obviously isn't working." Murtagh stared intently on the man in front of him. This might have been the first time the king had ever said anything that mildly interested him.

"Yes, besides scying which isn't a good way in the first place, anybody can tell when they are being scryd or at least anyone with an ounce of magic in them. Anyway tomorrow I will be teaching it to you. Until then, I want you to stop squatting over that bowl looking at your friends and go to bed. You cannot concentrate when you get less than five hours of sleep."The king walked out of the room leaving a very confused Murtagh behind him. Did the king just act as though he gave a shit what happened to him.

Murtagh walked over to the bed and climbed in still fully clothed from the day before and fell asleep. He had the same awful dream as always.

Murtagh walked along a field covered in the bodies of his friends. Jo lay to his left, Eragon on the other side of her, and hundreds of other faces he had met. All the bodies were put in a long line and he followed in until he saw at the end lay a river. The river ran with blood and on the other bank stood a reflection of himself. This Murtagh was older and was standing with his back to him. The reflection's hair was longer and when he turned around his eyes were sunken deeper into his face. He was a spitting image of Morzan.

Murtagh knew this image would be him if something big didn't happen to change destiny. He had faught destiny his entire life, and he couldn't let this happen. The younger man woke up and started to head down to the training room where Galbatorix would be waiting for the sun was just rising above the horizon.

Eragon

As soon as Jo and Eragon had landed in Ellesmera he went to Oromis. Eragon made Jo follow him and Jo was not at all looking forward to this. Eragon didn't seem to see that Oromis would think her a distraction and she was more than a little nervous.

"Eragon, please, I don't think Oromis would want to know of our relationship. He will not think it wise." Eragon turned around to Jo when she said this and laughed.

"No, but he doesn't think I am wise so whats the difference." Jo had to laugh at Eragon happiness at being here.

"Eragon! Your impossible!" Jo was running as fast as she could to keep up with the speed of Eragon.

The two finally arrived at the hut of Oromis and the great golden dragon stood behind the old elf. To Eragon it seemed as though Oromis looked weaker then when he had left just a week or so ago.

"Ebrithil." Eragon spoke to Oromis in the ancient language then did the small bow as to say hello to Oromis. The elderly elf then returned the gesture and turned to Jo. Jo just sort of waved and said hello hoping he wouldn't be too awfully offended by her lack of knowledge. He just turned back to Eragon.

"Eragon, you should have just ridden Saphira, it would have been easier than running." Jo was panting and sweating by the time they had arrived at the hut, and Eragon hadn't even thought to show Jo the greetings and manners of the elves, and there he went and forgot that he had elven speed while she must have tried desperately to keep up.

"Sorry master, I thought it would be more fun the way." Jo staifled a laugh at Oromis's face. This was appearently a very strange way for him to behave in front of the elderly elf for he stared at Eragon with a quizzical look. "Master Oromis, this is Josephine daughter of Galbatorix." Oromis looked at Jo with a strange look then almost smiled.

"You look nothing like him." The old elf must have been staring at her frizzy red hair and pale skin, and not her eyes. For she had her father's eyes.

"Thank you. I have heard so much about you from Eragon and I am so happy to have met you at last." Oromis nodded then looked to Eragon.

Oromis started to speak to Eragon in such rapid elvish that all Jo could do was stand there and listen. The elderly elf looked rather angry with Eragon and Eragon looked almost frightened.

Finally the two turned to her and Eragon grabbed her had. "Jo, while I speak with Master Oromis you can explore the city or hang in the treehouse with Saphira."

"Alright Eragon. I'll see you tonight."

"Saphira is on her way." Soon after that Saphira landed and Jo hopped on her back. The blue dragon took her back to the treehouse.

Saphira, can you tell me what they were talking about?

Oromis was doing exactly as you thought. He was scolding Eragon for becoming close to someone so close to the king , and Eragon tried to convince him otherwise. Obviously Oromis won the argument.

I knew this wasn't a good idea, all the elves think I'm just going to distract Eragon. So do I, but it is no help when everyone hates me.

I don't hate you.

Thanks Saphira.

Okay, there you go, another chapter down a lot more to go. I need to know an ending! PLEASE EVERYONE HELP ME OUT!!! The ending will be in the far future, but it would be nice if if I could have just a bit of an idea.