Chapter 6: Getting There

A/N: OmiGAH, sorry this took 23857320953 weeks. A lot of homework, projects, tests, and piano recitals. Summer's near which means less homework, so hopefully it'll take less time-but in the summer I also have test prep so…

I also made a new fic, the second fic I have ever made. It's s a parody, "eragon gone wrong" (lame name, but I wrote the whole first chapter in less than 2 hours or something) writing humor stuff is risky because different ppl like it in different ways, but my friends like some of my ideas so I just had enough guts to write it as a fic and post it. (It's basically a comedy where like, I'm directing a parody Eragon movie thing and all that crap, please R&R if you'd like)

Thanks for the previous reviews, too!


"Aye," replied Evelyn, "Well, you see, I used be a slave in Galbato-ta-ta, I mean-" Damn! She thought. She can't tell them that she came from Galbatorix's fortress. They may think she's a spy or whatnot! Panic and anxiety surged into her chest. I should've planned this before…

"You can tell us, Evelyn. A slave where?"

"Um…I…eh,"she stuttered. Lie, lie, quick!

"Hey, don't worry. There's nothing to hide from us." Eragon coaxed.

Eve sighed. Disbelief flickered in her eyes. Huh, really, you better not kill me then.

She tried to get out all quickly. In one breath, she said, "Yeah, I was a slave in Galbatorix's castle. YEAH. How I got here? My friend trained me in all sorts of things including reading and fighting. He also helped me escape, gave me this horse, my weapons and all the other things. I've been traveling for perhaps a week or so until I arrived at Leona Lake for a rest…and that's where all of it happened."

Only a little relieved, Evelyn started planning on how she should get their trust. She awaited their response

Eragon seemed a tad startled at this and looked to his friend for counsel. Brom appeared to have taken it well.

Shaking her head, she piped again,"Hey, hey, hey…you can trust me! I swear, I hold no loyalty to that…that ass!" She regretted cursing like that. Now she looked so…indecent in front of them. Aww, just one curse…that's okay, right? An idea popped in, "Besides, the dragon did hatch for me"

Her lips curled in a triumphant smile. No way they can deny her now. She read that dragons were pretty much the good-hearted type and only hatch for those. But the idea of her being goodhearted suprises her a bit.

"Yes, you are right…" replied Brom.

"Oh, you say you come from the North? What's it with you guys?" piped Evelyn. She thought maybe they were the Empire's spies in the North. The very idea made adrenaline tingle throughout her body.

She looked around. The dawn was brightening into a fresh, cool, morning. Faded hints of the moon remained like a vanishing ghost in the pale blue sky. There wasn't anything to hide in.A couple of trees and hints of forests were very far off.

Eve looked at Eragon's bow, slung over his shoulder. If she tried to escape he can shoot her down easily, probably so, even if she tried to confuse his aim like she had done before.

But Eragon couldn't be bad…He's a dragon rider! But Galbatorix had somehow forced his hatchling out of the egg. Could it be possible if it went the same for his Saphira? But then again her dragon hatchling seemed to have no problem with her. They always know best.Every possibility seemed to condradict another!

The dragon! She still didn't get to name him! Or her… Oi, now she has to find out what gender it was. Brom interrupted her thinking.

"Yes, we do come from the North. Carvahall to be exact"

Carvahall

"You see, I was a storyteller, and Eragon…"

"I was just…a farm boy," Eragon said. The chap seemed to flush a little about this- like he was embarrassed. A farm boy…a dragon hatched for a farm boy…and look, another hatched for a slave. Strange.

She nodded for them to continue.

Their next words had a hint of grief. As the story continued, she saw why. She listened how Eragon found the egg. She listened how later the Ra'zac brutally murdered his uncle. Then how they were forced to ditch their home and Eragon's only family. And then how their journey untwined all the way to Teirm and now.

Death. The only people important to her that died were her parents whom she never knew. Yet she knew how to kill- kill other humans and cause their deaths. The irony gave guilt to Evelyn.

Then pity took over, for Eragon's story seemed so tragic, even though the mention of…Garrow's death was quickly went over. Poor guy…

Another thought arrived. How does a storyteller know magic?

"Um, you seem like an oridnary village storyteller…just how did you learn magic and all of that?" she asked

"That's nothing of importance right now. What is, is how you develop your skills as a dragon rider"

"How is that not important? It seems a bit strange, so I'd have to know in order to trust you…"

"No, trust me, Evelyn. As much as I tried he wouldn't tell me, so don't bother." Piped Eragon.

Light laughter lifted the gloomy mood that lingered before.

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Hours and hours had past by. It was a lot since it came and went after dawn. But it went quickly, anyway, because Brom and Eragon were constantly educating her more on the dragon riders and dragons, elves, history, about the ancient language and magic, including "wizard" duels.

Many times she was interrupted when her hatchling would call for her attention in her mind. It was startling at first, having a second presence in her mind, but Eve eventually got accustomed to it.

She never got a lot of time to correspond with it because of everything she was learning!

Around noon, Evelyn finally brought up the issue of naming her dragon.

"Uh, I didn't even name my dragon yet. Just one thing- how do you tell if its boy or girl?"

"He's a boy. A dragon is usually the opposite gender of their rider (A/N: OH I DUNNO. I look around and in all of these places and people mention, here or there, that a dragon is the opposite of their rider. So yeah, I dunno…im just gonna make it that way, too) said Brom

"Oh…really?"

He nodded, "So go ahead, name it"

As much as she wanted to name it- she loathed it. For her, she never realized how hard it was to name anything- she always wanted the best. Lamont was easy because she simply took the name of her father, and it's a nice name as well.

Over the hours she learned to correspond with the dragon mentally. Okay, it couldn't speak, but emotions and thoughts were easily exchanged.

Huh…huh… Adair? Evelyn thought. No comment from the dragon

Cameron? Astrid? Briam? Every single name she listed, she received a will of rejection.Er, Gareth? Geir? Dale? Edan?

Evelyn

What?

Satisfaction swelled in her mind

Evelyn peeped a small, masculine voice

Edan? You like Edan?

…Edan. He nuzzled her palm

A smile crawled through her lips. Edan. It seemed like a nice, handsome name. She believed it meant "fire" As she looked up at the sky, she noticed Eragon was intently watching her the whole time.

"Decided yet?" he asked, smiling

Returning the smile, she replied with a nod, "Edan"

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Later, they arrived and lunched at the small, busy village of Fasaloft that serenely sat by Leona Lake. Evelyn thought fondly of the charming site that overlooked the tranquil lake. Unfortunately, they left just about when the sun was starting to set in the horizon, and give a glow upon the lake.

The next night they camped, she and Eragon practiced sparring for the first. It was nothing special, but Evelyn was impressed. From what she learned of their past, Eragon started his training about some more than a month ago while Eve trained for more than a couple of years- yet he was like a perfect match!

I guess this dragon rider thing really pays off then

She watched intently as Eragon dulled the edges of both swords.

"Geuloth du knifr!" He said. The words stuck to Evelyn like a fond memory, just like the others he and Brom had taught her. Yes, they taught her some of the ancient language but the irony is that she never even used it.

The evening was filled with clings and clashes, staffs of metal dancing back of forth, aggressively attempting to get the advantage and make the most thumps.

How does this guy do this? A month! Aye Eve thought. And she thought her years of training would actually prove her fine to anyone.

She started thinking while she parried his blows. I have to end this soon! How long has this been going? Maybe I can scream really loud and he'll be distracted and then I can just whack the thing out of his hands…

A presence of laughter surged at the back of her head. She recognized it as Edan. Smiling, she glanced at the small, blue dragon, who was peering at her as well with charming, black eyes-

Breaking up the contact, a sudden pain busted into Evelyn's thigh. At first, she didn't know what it was, but then she realized she was in the middle of sparring. Oh dear she thought in black humor

In unexpected shock and excruciating pain, Eve dumbly toppled over. Oh it hurts like bloody hell. Eragon hit her damn hard- the most damage is probably just a really bad bruise, but yeah it was hard! A small curse was just about to slip her lips. No don't curse, don't curse……augh, hurts, its hurts, bloody hell it hurts!

Evelyn…!

Huh? Edan? Oh…hi Edan…oh, I'm doing fine…just fine! Oh, just, just…gah

Evelyn

"Evelyn!" Eragon shouted, letting the outside world flood back in her mind. He bent down, lifted a small flap of her pant's boot cut. It revealed a pink stain, hinting growing stains of black.

"I'm sorry! You were distracted by something?"

"Oh, yeah. It's okay, you were supposed to do that anyway…please help me up…thanks"

During the whole sequence, Brom had just started to set up a few blankets. "I'm going to bed you two, for it's getting late. Evelyn, you have never used magic…it's about time you did. Eragon, I'm sure you can handle teaching her. Wake me up when you're finished so I can take watch" Soon enough he was drowsing off.

"…Is magic hard?" Evelyn said, breaking the pause.

Eragon shook his head with his hands in his pockets. "No. Well, at first it seem like that but you get used to it,"

"That's what everyone says about something hard,"

"Heh, don't worry. You'll see." In thought, he stroked his chin for a moment before digging his hand into a pocket. From there he revealed an ordinary pebble.

"Here, we'll start with this" he said, sitting down at a log.

She sat down beside him, Edan still at her side, "You keep a pebble?" she said, as an inside joke.

With a grin, he replied, "This is how Brom started to teach me magic, by lifting a pebble, so I might as well, too. Okay, remember 'stenr reisa'?"

"Raise stone?"

"Yeah, focus on the pebble and try to find the energy to levitate it. Get rid of all thoughts and distractions, and just focus on the pebble. With that, say the words," he said, handing the stone to her.

She shrugged. Doesn't seem too hard…

A form of doubt came from Edan's presence

? …? You… sure?

Edan! Eh, was that, you?

"Evelyn?" Eragon asked.

"Oh, sorry,"

If it's so hard, I'll just give it my best try

Mm

She dully held the pebble in her palm and began to concentrate. Strangely, a new, alien form of strength had grown in her conscience since she became Rider. She started to push all distractions and thoughts out and focused solely on the pebble. Nothing happened.

Energy…what does that mean?

Find. Build

Again, she did the same as before, but with her eyes closed. A couple of times Eragon asked her something, but she pushed it out and had everything on the pebble. She started to expand her mind, searching for something new, but powerful, and inflict in on the pebble. Everywhere she went gave fruitless results. She tried to go deeper into the back, as it felt like a trance.

As she continued, something distracted her. It wasn't Eragon, it wasn't Edan, the wind or a thought. Instead it was a small bump that pulsed foreignness. Thinking it was what she was looking for, she went deeper into the bump but her mind struck a barrier.

After she "pounded" it a few times, she began to shove strength and power into the barrier until it suddenly broke through and something new flooded inside.

The words "stern reisa" slipped through her lips, unwittingly. When she opened her eyes slowly, careful not to let go the power, she saw an unbelievable sight. The pebble was floating! She continued to raise until to went almost to her eyes, before it started to shake. The power slipped from her mind, and the pebble dropped back to her palm. Evelyn gasped, overwhelmed and weak, as if she ran more than a mile.

"Impressive" Eragon said softly

Evelyn lolled her head back and forth, as if the world was spinning.

Nice, huh, she thought weakly

Nice

After a moment, Evelyn finally spoke,"Oh, please, can we just go to sleep? We sparred like hell, and I…did this..."

"Yeah, but a lot more is coming for you tomorrow,"

She shrugged and handed him back the black pebble.

"No, keep it," he said smiling, then walked over to wake Brom up.

Brom must have done the same then

Just before she was about to toss the stone away, Edan peeped,

Keep

Again, she shrugged and stuffed the insignificant stone in her pocket.

Well, it was something Eragon "gave" to her

She liked that.


A/N: God, such Eragon/Oc fluff, lol, oh well. Anyways, sorry this took 23857329573205327098 weeks yet it was nothing but boring crap of traveling and traveling but don't worry, I planned some funkiness later on (I guess)

Thanks for bearing with me…I'll appreciate it VERY much if you leave a review, please!

BTW, if the italics were confusing from when edan started "talking" it just works like regular dialogue- paragraph by paragraph