Disclaimer: I'm gonna state it simply: I don't own Eragon.

A/N: Hello, it's me again and this time with a better and elongated chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Tezike: That's right, take up your whole time and actually think for once. But thanks for the review. They're all welcomed.

The Blazing Sword: You sure are quite the critic…but don't get me wrong, here. That's a good thing. This is the first time I have ever actually gotten a real and actual critique. Well, no more of my nonsense. I'm just rambling. Thanks for the review and now on to the long awaited Chapter 2:

Chapter 2

Then she heard him. He was near.
Godiva let out a soft sigh and blew out the candle.

The sound of hooves was close and the Godiva's heart began to race wildly.

What if it isn't him? She thought. What if it is just a trap?

The questions brought back horrendous memories of the day she and her family were raided. Urgals came from all directions in the village and destroyed everything all because of her stupid gullibility. She was deceived by a handsome boy into thinking that he was a friend in need of help because of an injured leg. He lied of course. Only a spy for the ugly race of Urgals who came only to steal their life source, The Amnarai (AN: I am so bad at making up names…he he…live with it.) The Amnarai was the energy source that gave them long life. Only through an Amnarain can one retrieve it. And that one Amnarain was Godiva, the only survivor, along with her sister, that survived that attack. Since then she and her sister moved far away to escape the world around them and to live with no interruptions. However, that never gave an excuse not to be wary of danger, for none can escape from its evil grasp.

"Godiva, I see him!"

Godiva looked harder and saw a figure emerge from the woodsy path. There was a person dragging from a horse's back. The only thing holding him to it was a rope attached to the horse that was also tied around the body's wrist.

"Oh, no! Godiva, that cannot be him. I swear that he was better off when I saw him. Who knows, the dragon rider is still to come. Let this one bypass."

Godiva placed a hand to her sister's face. Nkeira received the signal and was quiet. She watched as her older sister climbed down the tree house and followed.

The two girls saw the horse stop and decided to approach it kindly. The horse at first stomped its two front hooves once they got near but fell silent as it watched them curiously.

Nkeira and Godiva ran straight to the body and untied it from the rope. It fell to the floor and after a while, they carried it to their home on the tree.

The next morning Godiva was awaken by the moving of Nkeira. No, not Nkeira but someone else.

She turned her head over and saw the body sprawled across the floor. Finally, her memory came back to her. She found the boy almost dead by the path dragging on a horse the night before. He was finally stirring. She immediately got up, took her dagger and walked over to him, careful not to wake up Nkeira.

Godiva slowly approached the wrecked body and roughly pulled the green quilt from him. To her surprise, the body jumped up with speed almost unknown to her and smacked the sharp blade from her hands. She watched as the point flew into the wooden wall and turned back to look at her "guest" but found another blade staring at her. Godiva slowly raised her hands up and was startled by his sudden energy. Just last night he was torn apart and now, she was the one about to be the torn one. What striked her odd infinitely was the blade. She had checked him before just to check if he had any weapons. None were on him. But this one? He must have concealed it from her.

"Who are you?" said the hoarse voice.

Godiva remained all together soundless.

The boy brought down his blade and dropped it on the floor.

"You are no threat to me," he said candidly. "I must leave now."

"Wait!" Godiva finally spoke.

"You speak," the lad said sardonically. "I guess some intelligence remain in you."

Godiva threw a punch at him in the stomach.

He flinched and put his hands over it.

"I guess I'll have to be taking that back," he managed to say. "But I shall never cringe at the foot of a girl."

"Who are you?" was all Godiva could say, mystified by this cunning devil that stood before her.

"Esor," he said a bit too quickly.

"You lie."

'Esor' looked at her with no expression at all. Only the still quiet spoke to her.

"Godiva? What is going on?"

Nkeira got up from her small handmade bed and looked up at her sister only to find a stranger staring blankly at her. She looked at him confusingly but her eyes soon brightened with color. She darted up to him and bowed down quickly.

"Oh, please excuse our informal manner. I am Nkeira and this is my older sister, Godiva. Is there anything that will please you?"

"Yes," the stranger stated firmly. "I would like my weapons and horse, for I am preparing to leave at once"

Godiva knew nothing that was going on and demanded an answer.

"Why, Godiva. This is—" began Nkeira.

"I am Esor. That is all you need to know."

They were interrupted by the sudden noise that filled the woods.

"Dammit," Esor whispered to himself sharply. "They are here."

"Who's here?" Godiva darted. "I hear no one."

But as soon as she said it a familiar scent tingled her nose.

"Godiva, we must stay put and quiet. It is those atrocious creatures."

It always puzzled Godiva how Nkeira came to have faster and sharper senses than she. But on the flipside, Godiva had better artillery skills and a heart as still as stone, which came into great use when fighting a merciless battle.

"Move!" Esor yelled. He literally pushed her to the side and she crumpled to the floor. She quickly got up angry and enraged.

"They know we are here."

Godiva paid never mind. Instead, she brought out her hand to hit him but was stopped by her sister's pull from the back.

"You will not lay a hand on him." She gulped and stared at the lad before turning back to Godiva. "He saved you from that blind arrow. It would have hit you in the neck if he hadn't had done what he did."

Godiva saw an arrow stuck on the wall of the tree house and noticed it would have been her neck pinned onto it.

She looked warily at Esor who placed a haughty grin across his face and said nothing. She refused to acknowledge any help from her "savior."

"We know a way to escape," Nkeira said, pushing up an opening from the ceiling. "But we have to hurry. They sense us from a distance."

Godiva boosted her sister over the opening. When it was her turn she was pulled up by her from the rooftop.

"Come on, you must come too." Nkeira reached out her hands to Esor.

He hesitated but first went to the corner and picked up his dagger and put it in his belt.

"For safety," he said.

He jumped up and lifted himself over the opening on his own. They were now on top of the tree home looking over the whole woodsy region.

"Godiva! I see them. They are not so far away. Their arrows, they're aiming at us. The Urgals are attacking."

And it was true for many arrows began coming their way.

"Where do we go now?" asked Esor, shooting back his own array of arrows.

"Just follow our lead," replied Godiva. "We're traveling through the air."

"Air?"

"Yes. Tree traveling. Quick and efficient."

"I'd rather walk."

Godiva looked at him. "You walk on the paths and if we do find you dying, or rather dead, we'll just kick your remains and continue on. Nkeira, let us leave. I guess our 'humble' guest didn't appreciate our hospitality. He was near dead yesterday."

"Please, Esor. Follow us and we promise to get you to a safer place. We know exactly where."

Esor searched into Nkeira's pleading eyes and his face softened. "Where ever you go I will follow, at least for now."

Nkeira was relieved but Godiva remained taut.

Oh dearest Nkeira, why can't you see through the clear guile of others? Notice the way he looks at you!

Godiva turned away and started jumping from tree limb to tree limb.

Amnarains were popular for their great agility and balance, but now there were only two to admire, both unknown to the world.

The Urgals were gaining on them until finally an arrow met its true contact. Nkeira let out a sharp painful scream and fell below.

"Nkeira!"

A/N: I have no idea of what to do with this fic. Moreover, I think someone's character is out of place. It is obvious who it is if you can tell. So please review and tell me what I need to do and ideas will be very much appreciated. And I totally need ideas for a title for this story. You notice that it is called "Pending" because I'm still thinking of one… oh phooey!