Chapter2

Disclaimer: if it's confusing, sorry, not my fault (well it is, but anyway...)

Eragon pulled away from Arya.

"What, what is it?" he asked.

The bushes rustled. The two looked up. A young girl dressed in blue and silver with

seven bells across her chest was aiming an arrow at Eragon.

"Friend or foe?" She asked in a bold firm voice.

"I'm a Rider... who are you?" he asked in return.

The girl looked puzzled.

"A what?" she asked cautiously.

"A Rider. You know, dragons?"

"Sorry, I'm new here, I'm from Ancelstierre, my name's Sabriel."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so who's your friend?" She asked, pointing at Arya.

"I'm Arya" The girl stated.

"Are you ... an elf?" Sabriel asked in awe.

"Yes I am." Sabriel whistled.

"Shit Sabriel, where the hell are you?" a male voice called.

"Over here Touchstone!" Sabriel responded. "Could you excuse me for a moment?" she

asked.

"Eragon and Arya nodded.

After she left, Eragon turned to the elf.

"So, what were you saying?"

"Never mind." Arya replied.

"Dammit. No really, what?"

"I, I can't love you." She blurted.

"What? Why?" Eragon was shocked.

"Because I'm pregnant."

"You...what? Who? When? Why didn't you tell me?" Eragon shouted.

"Shh...please don't be mad!" Arya cried. "I didn't do it on purpose...I was..."she trailed

off.

"You were..." Eragon whispered.

"Yes." Arya sobbed.

"Damn, who?" but Arya didn't get a chance to respond, Sabriel and Touchstone were

back.