I'm on spring break next week!
Leaving for a trip to NYC Sauturday!
Havin a gathering of freaks at the beach!
So, I'm writing at the speed of lightning
to make up for the time I'll loose.
Oh yeah: I was nominated for the school's most unique!
And so was Melody Calls.
But it's really a big popularity contest, an we lost

Sorry. about my extremely long AN.
But you people do seem excited about Roran.
*Jumps with ditzy glee*
So here we go...

"Rienforcements for the Empire? Or just a regular ship? There wasn't supposed to be..." Murtaugh muttered. We were still watching the battered vessel make it's way upriver in total silence. None of the Varden had noticed it yet, the boat was still far away. We could only see it because we were so high up.

Did I mention it was awkward to hover? My wings just felt wrong flapping in that position, and I would always get hair in my mouth.

Concentrate! Vrangr scolded.

Sorry! Wait, this must be... "I know who's on that ship!" I exclaimed.

Murtaugh eyed me doubtfully. "How? It carries no flag or other symbol of allegiange."

"Don't ask how I know, I just do, okay? Down there are the villagers of Carvahall."

"What?" Eragon couldn't seem to decide what to make of this. "Why are they here? How did they get a ship? Is it because -"

Wondering up here will do no good! If we want answers, the best and fastest way would be to agtually go and ask the passengers! Saphira spoke impatiently.

They all looked to me, probably because I seemed to know more. I grinned. This moment was one I had spend many bored hours creating. "Okay, so here's the plan. It's probably unnescicary, but it'll be way more fun. They know about Eragon being a Rider, but don't really belive it. Rumors about me or Murtaugh might've reached them, but we don't know that. So, I'll drop down onto the deck and scare the hell out of them so nobody's paying attention to where the dragons drop you two on the opposite side. They'll be obviously notice the dragons, but the two of you can conceal yourselves. When I give the signal, stop the spell and they'll freak out some more, then Eragon can have a joyous reunion with his friends. We take them back to the Varden, and go from there."

"What's the point of that?" Murtaugh asked. He obviously didn't know me.

"The point is that it will be fun." I retorted

"Leave it. She comes up with a lot of erratic plans, and never lets anyone change them at all." Eragon said

"So get used to it!"

I was directly above the ship, Saphira, Vrangr, and Thorn were a ways away. And the plan went into action.

I folded my wings tight against my back, and immediately began falling. The wind whipped hard against my face, and within a second I could see upturned faces and fearful eyes.

"Ha-ha!" I snapped out my wings a moment before hitting wood, slowing just in time. I landed in a crouch. Standing up, I saw that a growing crowd was clustered around me, keeping their distance, shocked and afraid. Their expressions were just priceless. A few men even had crude weapons pointed at me. I realized my wings were still out, and tucked them away.

"What are you, some kind of demon? What is your buisness here?" A guy with a beard that was about Murtaugh's age asked

"Harsh. I'm not a demon. Really, you assume I am some creature from the deepest pit of hell 'cause I'm unique? Real original."

"State your buiseness!" The guy repeated. He seemed pissed.

"Okay, okay. You're Roran, right? My name is Onyx. I don't know what I am, exactly, except for one of the Varden's Dragon Riders."

At that moment, three brightly colored things flew slowly over the ship. And thanks to the invisibility spell, not one of the passengers noticed two shadows randomly appear. They were all too afraid of the gigantic creatures now circling above.

"But there was only - how did - who -"

I laughed, everyone there just looked so plain freaked. "Really, you have no imagination!" Their attention turned back to me. "But still, how would you like to see your cousin again, Roran?"

That finally got a different expression out of him. "Eragon is here?"

"Yep! Now, guys!"

A simultanious "Letta" was heard from either side of me. The villagers gasped in amazement as the two other Dragon Riders appeared right out of nowhere.

"Hello, Roran. It's been a while." Eragon said.

"You. You let the Ra'zac burn down the farm, kill Garrow, and ran away?" Our little friend seemed pissed.

"I-"

"He didn't let them, he wanted to kill them! But back then he wasn't the warrior he is now, and he left so there wouldn't be the entire Empire after your village, and for vengance. Would you have gone up against those things without knowing what they were capable of? If that had happened, he would be dead, and he-" I pointed at Murtaugh "would still be running!"

They seemed shocked by my sudden outburst. Bet most girls in this age didn't talk like that.

"This arguement is pointless. We all came this far to join the Varden. If you would have us, that is." A guy probably in his mid-forties said with a tone that made it clear he didn't approve of my...introductions.

"We would be happy to accept any help your people have to give."

There!
I know I left a lot of unimportaint things
unwritten, like Hrothgar's death,
but that, at least, will be adressed later.
Again, don't expect the next chapter for a while.
Also, an importaint message:

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