(Hello hello hello hello!
I was trashed by a person with emotional problems!
It was FUN!
But I want everyone to know that even though C. W. Drake may be
on my 'special' list, we're cool now. Remember, if soneone leaves a flame,
they had a reason to. Go back and read your story. See what's wrong with it.
Improve it. Make your writing better. Don't be discouraged, everyone can think whatever the h***
they want to. Remember that someone will always dislike your work.
But there will always be someone who loves it.
Keep going.

Fly high, dream big, and don't take no for an answer!

"Maina! Wyrda! Hugin!" Angela said. She tossed the bones up and they landed in a tangled pile. "I...This fortune is unlike any other told before."

The dragon knucklebones showed six symbols on six bones. What startled me the most was that one was midnight black on the side facing up, and it had a sword pattern.

"First, this bone. The black color means that there will be a decision made that could result in either happiness or eternal greif and the outcome will dance on the thread of a hair. The sword on it means that this choice will come when facing a final opponent. And here," She gestured to a bone with a bird symbol toutching a wandering path, "is a promise of being free to choose your own destiny when the time comes. This bone with the cat eye means that one assumption about yourself is totally wrong."

God, I had thought about having my fortune told by Angela, but this was just too much. What could she mean by telling me I was wrong about myself?

"The bone here means infinity or long life. You are a rider, so no surprises there, eh? But this bone here." The witch pointed at a bone with a peculiar swirling design, "Means that three others are tied into your fate so closely they will be either your uprise or downfall.

She probably means the 'four' that you dreamed about back in the desert.

Hello, Vrangr. That could be it, but what about me being wrong?

We shall find out eventually. The future will come when it comes.

"That's all I can see in them. The rest are just as convulted as when I told Eragon's fortune."

"And it wasn't very plesant, to say the least." Eragon spoke

"Aye, that it was not. Now, if the two of you are looking for that pathetic group Du Vrangr Gata, they are stationed behind a large rock formation. Goodbye, and beware of red-eyed rabbits!" (just had to put that there)

She headed off in a seemingly random direction after gathering up the bones.

"Now, who does she remind me of?" I asked

"Hmm... Yourself, maybe?" He was being serious, but there was an undercurrent of humor in his voice.

"And I was beginning to think I was alone in my insanity!"

"Funny. Come on, we promised Nasuada that we'd go and help the other magicians get ready for the battle."

We were about to set off, but then Solembum jumped up on my shoulder. He looked at me with fierce amber eyes and said,

Listen to me. When your time comes, go to the one place you can find peace. Also: Nothing is lost of you know where to look.

He got down, said Farewell, warrior of the sky. And then left.

"Okay, let's just pretend that didn't happen

I could just see the top of the rockpile Angela had told us about. It only took a minute to reach. Hidden in a crevice was another inconspicuous gray tent.

"Never would have noticed this if-" I didn't finish my sentence because at that moment, a woman emerged. She looked hostile, ready to cast spells, and like an Alagaesian slut. No more need be said.

A bunch of people clustered behind, trying to seem determined and failing at it.

"Eragon. You should have contacted us sooner. We were preparing to confront what we thought a mighty foe."

"I had things to attend to." Eragon obviously didn't like this woman. But explained the story and how he was going to take controll of the magic group.

"So you ignore us, who are more your kin than any of the Varden?" The woman was now making cow eyes at Eragon. She was probably twice his age! Oh, she had it coming.

"As I said before, there were things for us to do."

Trianna seemed to notice me for the first time. "You're the other Dragon Rider?" She asked, slightly disgusted

"No! I just have this," I pulled off my glove, "Because I'm special"

"I apologize. Didn't expect someone like you to be a Rider." The sneer got worse

I just smiled. And decided that someone needed a little lesson in who's the better magician.

With a flick of my right wrist, a minatture cloud formed over the sorceress's head and simultaneously poured rain on her for a good half minute.

Aah, the joy of being a Mary-sue. (I freely admit Onyx is a Mary-Sue.)

"I-I-you - "

"Summoned a mini-storm to publicly humiliate you? That about sums it up. At least there wasn't any lightning."

Eragon sighed in resignation and adressed the little bunch of people who now looked quite happy. "She does things like this all the time. Don't worry, Onyx just dosen't like people who annoy her."

I grinned like the idiot I truly was.

Then the war-horn sounded.

It was time to go to battle.

FINALLY! The fight is way overdue, in my opinion.
No, I do not like Trianna.
And yes, Onyx is possesive.
And yes, I came up with this scene very randomly.

Valentine's Day is the bitch-slap holiday.
Anyone know where that quote is from?