I'm glad you guys haven't given up on me! I took sooo long to write another chapter. I HATE it when authors do that to me! Here is chapter 8. as promised. But first, a word to my loyal, sweet reviewers who are so kind and review such nice things for me. I LUFF YOU GUYS:huggles you all:

Hotarya, isn't Eragon a bad boy? I had to smack him for that! But my hand hurt afterwards so… Yeah… 'Eragon' is actually the cover of a book… Now my poor hand is wrapped in bandages… I'll try and write longer! I do try, but it's hard. But since today's a weekend I can write much longer. grin:

SylivaSnickers, (I love your name!) Haha, I do that all the time! ROFL I'm glad you liked the chapter, and here is the next one:smile:

On with the story!

Chapter 8 – Perfectly Normal by Standards

"Saphira! Help me!" Eragon begged/yelled, being chased by an angry Kiatra, who was brandishing a very long and sharp warrior's sword.

"ERAGON SHADESLAYER, I AM NOT FAT!" Kiatra roared, ready to skewer him like a shish-cabob if he got too close.

"Saphira!"

Saphira lazily spat out a bit of flame and watched it fade away. Always meddling, young Eragon.

JUST HELP ME!

No. Help yourself.

"Kiatra, I'm sorry! It was a joke, you're not fat!" Eragon pleaded.

Kiatra glared at him and lowered the point of the weapon under his chin.

Eragon shuddered as he felt the cold metal tickle his skin.

"Gotcha!" Kiatra laughed, removing the point of the sword from his neck. "You're DEAD."

Eragon laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

The rest of the day was fairly quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be having Kiatra around. Though she could sing quite well, she sang wrong notes of songs at the top of her voice, deliberately trying to annoy people.

Saphira ignored it, but it drove Eragon crazy.

"SHUT UP!" he would bellow, covering his ears.

Kiatra responded by singing louder.

Strange Eyes, you never tire of bothering them?

Hey, Aseil, you're back! And no.

Be nice, Kiatra.

But that's no fun! With a sigh, Kiatra stopped singing.

Eragon cracked open an eye and let his hands fall to their normal position.

"Thank goodness, I've never heard such bad music."

"One more word and I'll sing you into a tree like the elves do." Kiatra warned, shaking a finger at Eragon.

"Are you hungry?" Eragon inquired, not wanting to go further into this conversation, especially when he was being threatened.

"Now that I think of it, yes. But don't worry, we'll get back to our… FORMER subject."

Eragon sighed. Nothing could get past Kiatra.

'Dinner' was a selection of meats, uncooked, that you cooked yourself over a fire. Eragon expected her to stick up her nose, but-

"Yummy! My favorite!" Shrugging, Eragon piled a round of fruits and veggies onto his plate, as he no longer ate meat.

"Oh, that's right. If you train with the elves, you can no longer eat meat, can you?"

Eragon nodded, preoccupied with stuffing orange slices into his mouth, a gift from King Orrin of Surda.

Kiatra's favorite talking subjects were, as she informed him, making fun of Eragon, degrading Eragon, and a whole lot of other subjects that involved Eragon.

"And, you know…" she said slyly to Saphira, who sat beside Eragon gnawing a hunk of raw meat. "Eragon is quite cute, for this region anyway."

Eragon choked.

"His cinnamon colored eyes turn red when he gets angry, and when his hair is windswept-"

"That's enough."

Eragon coughed, his cheeks bright red.

"Why are your cheeks all red?" Kiatra demanded, holding back her laughter.

"Well… eh… um… I was choking!" Eragon said indignantly.

"Sure you were." Kiatra sniggered.

"I think its time to go to bed." Eragon sighed, getting up. "Wha- Oh yeah…" he said uncomfortably as Kiatra got up, scarlet in the face.

"Touch me or get within 3 feet and you die." Kiatra snapped, all merriment gone from her face as she opened the flap of the tent.

"I don't WANT to touch you."

He turned away as Kiatra changed into an over-sized shirt.

She was forced to do the same as he changed as well.

"Remember, no touching and three feet." Kiatra said, as she slipped into the blankets and turned away from him.

Eragon nodded, and fell asleep, the tinkling of rain on the top of the tent lulling him into sleep.

What does the rain have to do with it? HAHAHAHA! Find out next chapter, possibly coming out today. R&R!