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Chapter 7 – Curses

Kiatra had her mind searched, and only because Aseil was holding her to the ground. Eragon had a hard time getting inside her mind, and once inside he could barely gain access to any memories. He had wanted to see more of her life, but didn't reach it before she blocked it from him. He did see Aseil hatch, and the long hours studying and sparring with Murtagh or the King.

As he finished, Kiatra shot him the dirtiest look she could muster while held against the dirt. She pulled herself free from Aseil's grip and brushed off the dirt, muttering a small spell and the dress was once more spotless.

"I don't appreciate being forced into things." she hissed angrily, tossing a strand of black hair behind her shoulder.

Eragon shrugged.

Kiatra snorted. "You're not very smart, are you?"

Don't push it, Strange Eyes. Aseil warned.

Kiatra snorted at Aseil's last comment.

"So… if I'm going to stay in this accursed place, where am I going to stay?"

"In a tent."

"I know that, Mr. Brainiac. WHERE am I going to stay?"

He shrugged uncomfortably, knowing the answer perfectly well. "Well… um… I think Nasuada might want you to stay in my tent, so I can keep an eye-"

"WHAAATTTTTT? No way am I SLEEPING in the same tent as you!"

Eragon shrank under her violent purple gaze.

Kiatra…

"What, Aseil?" she snapped out loud.

Aseil looked hurt. If you're going to talk to me like that, I won't say anything at all. He spread his wings and took off.

"Hmph." Kiatra crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "Well?" she demanded, after standing there for a few minutes.

"Well, perhaps you would like to spar?"

"I don't have a sword."

"We can get you one."

A few minutes later, both were standing opposite each other, swords in their hands.

"Ready? Go!"

Both lunged at each other.

Kiatra ducked a blow from Eragon's temporary sword.

"Missed!" she stuck her tongue out at him and struck, her sword clanging against his as he blocked the blow.

The fight continued in this manner for several more minutes, onlookers occasionally shouting encouragement and comments to each other or the fighting pair.

"You're- as- good- as- an- elf." Eragon shouted over the din of the swords, attacking or blocking at each word.

"Well- you- suck!" Kiatra laughed. She overstepped and tripped, her sword falling out of her hand. Instead of hitting the hard ground as she thought she would, she felt her body connect with something warm and soft.

"Oops." Kiatra blushed furiously, retreating after knocking Eragon over. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Eragon said casually, but the heat still rose in his cheeks.

"I guess that's the end of the match. You won. If you had been an enemy, I would've died."

Eragon smiled. "Let's call it a draw." Kiatra looked up, astonished. "Only because you're so heavy, the enemy would have been crushed to death!"

"ERAGON!" Kiatra roared, brandishing her sword overhead.

Eragon squeaked.

Once again, sorry for the slow update. I hoped you liked this installment.

Vulpix4Life, yeah, Arya is acting wayyyy out of character. My stupid brain told me to do it anyway. XD

YAY NANIE! I'm glad you have finally gotten around to reading this story! Umm… Kiatra never trained with the elves, I said Eragon did… Oh well! BTW, the seatbelt thing was a joke. :grin:

Daydreaming Angel, thanks, I like my plot too. :smile: I'm sorry it had a few spoilers, I should have said that. SORRY! Thanks to your 'good luck' I got an 100 on my Science test! Yay! Thou art my lucky amulet:clutches you:

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-Wolfie