The next morning, Eliena and Emerlden headed out. Eliena woke early that morning to finish the harness with the stolen leather. Soon, after she broke her fast, she packed the pot and the sleeping roles onto Emerlden. Then, she took the old harness off, carefully cutting out the still useful leather for further use and strapping on the new harness. It fit perfectly and Eliena admired her handiwork.
Eliena climbed carefully onto the dragon, with help from Emerlden. Soon, he soared into the sky and the little mound of sand they made camp to shrunk to the size of an ant.
Carefully, they soared through the morning sky. Eliena enjoyed the wind blowing in her auburn hair and loved the way wind swept past her. Emerlden enjoyed the feeling just as much as his owner. It never got old. Soon, they swept past the sands and flew more and more north.
Enjoying it, my dear?
Absolutely, replied Eliena.
There, is that the village? Asked Emerlden as he transferred his vision to Eliena's.
Yes it is, after she saw enough and soon, her vision became her own again. Now, she felt like one with Emerlden, especially with the vision thing. At first, it made her nervous but with more and more practice, they succeeded.
Okay, I'll land a few miles away from it. Sorry but you'll have to walk the rest.
Don't worry; I need the exercise, assured Eliena.
Soon, they landed near a large dune. The wind blew the sand into Eliena's face and after many minutes of spitting sand onto more sand, Eliena bid farewell to Emerlden and went off towards the city. She needed to steal loads of things and brought a bag for easiness.
Emerlden kept her company as she walked for an hour towards the village. They talked about how she was going to steal, what they planned to do in the north and what they were going to do after.
Eliena didn't know what was to the north. Nothing but forests. But Emerlden wanted to see it and they had nothing better to do. It was the only sensible thing to do. Eliena knew that but it didn't keep the horrible feeling in her stomach down whenever they talked about going to the forests. Eliena had grown to love the desert and it would be hard to leave its wonderful warmth for cold trees.
Pretty soon, Eliena was among the small town. It was quite small, but still bustling busy. Today was market day and the streets were filled with carts selling cabbages to perfume to swords. Sellers yelling to buyers in the streets about their wonderful products.
"Get your fresh handpicked cabbages here!"
"Newly made, durable steel swords!"
As Eliena came upon what she supposed was the main square, she went into action. Not only was she a skilled thief, she was also very hard to notice. Dressed in plain brown leggings and a white shirt with a brown tunic, she looked quite like the farm boy she pretended to be. Her long auburn hair was hidden under a cap and she was completely unnoticeable.
First, she needed to get that new scissor. She walked in the shadows of the streets and quickly came upon the black smith's house. She went around the back of the house and spied. The blacksmith was busy taking down orders of a group of beautiful men, a beautiful woman and a young man. Eliena didn't worry about them and hurried up to where the scissors lay, on a chair. Eliena hid behind the boxes as she closed in on the chair and the people talking around it. Quickly, she crawled to the chair and swiped the scissors. Without making a sound, she crawled out of the blacksmith's stall and hurried on to the next thing on her list. The pot and the flint were easily obtained because the seller wasn't even by his stand. He was flirting with some girl. Eliena also stole from the same stand some spices incase she needed to make some stew or something.
After the cook's place, Eliena hurried to get the arrows which were easily enough to steal for they were hung right on the side of the stand so with one swipe, she got at least a few dozen arrows. Then she moved on to the last thing on her list, the clothes and blankets. She hurried to the weaver's tent to find it filled with people. This was an excellent opportunity for her to steal stuff.
Eliena hurried behind the stands and found the things she needed. Hurriedly, she crawled into the tent. With one swipe, she got a few shirts and leggings along with some tunics. This she stuffed into her bag. Great! The weaver was still talking to his customers. Eliena hurried to the many blankets. As she reached up to take it, she realized that the room grew very quiet. Turning around, she saw that the customers and the weaver were hovering over her, looking quite outraged.
"THIEF!" screamed the weaver as he grabbed hold of Eliena. With a close look, Eliena noticed the customers were the same people at the blacksmith's. Of course! Why didn't she notice before? The customers were all elves. That explained why they were so beautiful. She had read about elves in books before but never seen one. The old thing was the young man who she saw earlier didn't look like an elf. He looked perfectly normal.
No time to think now, thought Eliena as she looked around the tent for an escape. She couldn't afford the whole town catching her. She needed to make her escape, now. With all the force she had, Eliena slammed her elbow into the weaver's stomach. He groaned and instantly dropped his hold on her to hold his own stomach. Eliena grabbed the thickest blanket, slammed it into her bag and ran like hell. She raced through the streets of the town, keeping to the shadows. But she could hear footsteps chasing after her.
Looking behind her, Eliena calculated that there were at least fifty people chasing her. Shoot! This was not suppose to happen. Then turning around, Eliena groaned. Great! Just her luck that she ran straight into a dead end. Quickly thinking, she climbed onto the wall with easy as if she was a cat and ran along the roofs.
Yes, thought Eliena as she jumped from one rooftop to another. They weren't following. Relief filled her as she jumped to the next building. She felt more confident when she saw the end to the line of buildings. The desert was right there. With one more leap, Eliena leaped straight onto the sands of the desert. Crouching to catch her balance, Eliena raced off again, this time, straight towards the desert.
Then, slam, something hit her hard on the head as she ran. The last thing she saw before blackness was the yellow sand of the desert.
When Eragon first saw the boy at the blacksmith's stand, he thought he was only the blacksmith's apprentice, borrowing the scissors. At the weaver's place, he knew the boy was a thief. Eragon placed the boy near the fire. The boy was around fifteen, with pale skin and what seemed like red hair under the pinned cap. In his bag were the stolen things. Eragon didn't want to return them for that would mean handing in the boy and that was something he did not have the heart to do. The other elven soldiers and Arya told him it was the sensible thing to do and the boy will only get in the way if they kept him.
Eragon still was sorry for what he did, hitting the boy with a rock. He simply wanted the boy to stop or at least get his attention. Eragon did not know that the rock actually hit the boy to unconsciousness. He must be getting more powerful than he thought. Only a matter of time before the next stage of his training began, with the elves.
Still Eragon did not have the heart to do turn the boy in after he found the boy unconscious in the sands. He remembered when he was fifteen and trying to feed his family. Although he would have wanted meat back then, he could see the sensibility of the items the boy stole, even though it was a bit odd. First off, the boy stole dozens of arrows but he didn't seem to be carrying a bow.
Eragon sat in the sand around their camp, staring at the boy. Eragon had ordered them to set up camp outside of the village so they didn't have to turn the boy in.
I like him.
You do? Asked Eragon. Saphira had been staring intently at the boy as long as Eragon had.
Yes, I think he can be trusted. I can't get into his mind though. I don't know why. He seems to have a barrier around his mind or something. We should keep an eye for him although I think that he can be trusted.
I agree, said Eragon as he ran a loving head along Saphira's nose and then Saphira nuzzled him.
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okay, so thnks for all the reviews and i will try to folo ur suggestions to make the story better. And if this and the next chapter doesnt really folo ur sugestions, then i'm sorry. Just that i already wrote it before the reviews and i'm too lazy to go back and change it so u'll just hav to wait for later chapters.
to saphiraemrys: yes it was suppose to be in italics and i'm sorry i messed that part up. Just goes to show that i suck at editing.
to cristian: first of all, will it kill ya to use some periods or exclamation marks or somethin to show the break in ur run-on sentence. And second of all, Brom said that it was almost impossible to steal another egg and that it was suicide if u tried. Well Eliena just happens to be a very skilled thief so she can steal the egg. How she stole it, i will tell later for she does have a secret and it helped her with stealing the egg. And also, with the Brom thing, he said it was almost impossible so there are still talented people out there who can steal an egg which Brom just doesnt know about, like Eliena. I mean isnt dat what Eragon is all about, how insignifigant people such as farm boys like Eragon, can become something spectacular like a rider. So it is possible and next time, make sure ur email actually works.
And to the rest of you, thnks for the reviews! I luv u all!