A/N: Eew. I just saw a commercial for a Barbie with a dog that poops. Isn't that gross? Weird, Barbie is getting pretty freaky.
Disclaimer: I don't own Barbie () nor do I own Eragon, I only own Caden, Tyler, and their families, and the rainbows, NOR, again, do I own the special person at the end.
"Is it a certain game where people ask each other truth or dare?" Eragon questioned, the evil look- the one Tyler and I had the first time we played with two of these people- in the rider's eyes.
"Yes it might be," I smiled wickedly.
"Oh no…" Tyler was catching on to my plan, he knows me so well!
"What is this truth or dare game?" Murtagh inquired, Ohhhh…he has never played this game. Neither have Saphira and Thorn. This could get frightening. This could get very, very frightening.
I stifled a giggle, no one noticed as I snorted, my hand over my mouth.
"It's an evil game where you ask each other truth or dare, if you pick truth you have to answer a question as truthfully as humanly possible, and if you pick dare you have to do whatever the person who asked you tells you to. And to make it more interesting why don't we try this in the ancient language, so no one can lie," Tyler grinned from ear to ear, and malicious glint in his eye and smile. (I have no idea how a smile can glint but his smile was malicious. I promise!)
"Who wants to go first?" Arya piped up.
"ME!" I screamed, already thinking of something I could do to Tyler, "Tyler, truth or dare?"
"Oh dear…dare," he groaned in annoyance.
"I dare you to kiss Arya on the lips." Both Tyler's and Arya's eyes widened at my earlier statement their palms sweating, even though I didn't know it. A bright blush spread brightly across their faces, Arya's much more subtle though. I could see the happiness in Tyler's eyes. (KENNY KIDNEY! PENNY PANCREAS…PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU NOT TO ASK!) He leaned into the elven princess, when he was an inch away he stopped.
"I think I might love you Arya," he whispered softly.
"Are you serious?"
"Vel eïradhin iet ai…uh…fricai," Tyler stumbled through the promise but it turned out okay. I had been teaching him what of the ancient language I know, which was strange but somehow I knew a lot of words.
"I really like you too," Arya leaned in the rest of the way, and kissed him, although it was only a peck, it was the cutest thing-other than Saphira and Thorn's-we have ever seen.
The rest of us (Murtagh, Eragon, Saphira, Thorn, and I) watched and smiled. (We seem to smile a lot around each other.) Arya and Tyler both were smiling like mad…uh…men…people…elves? I DON'T KNOW!
"MY TURN!" Tyler screamed in excitement, "Murtagh, truth or dare?"
"Truth," he replied confidently.
"Do you have any feelings for Nasuada?" Tyler's eyes flashed with happiness and malevolence.
"Uh…maybe," Murtagh's cheeks burned red.
"Tell the truth, in the ancient language," I butted in.
"Yes, I do," came his reply in the ancient language.
"EEK!" I screamed in joy. Everyone, once again, was smiling around us. And once again, a rainbow popped up above my house, blinding us with its pretty colors. Then seven swings dropped down from it, we somehow appeared onto the roof and swung to the stars. After that we found a cow, and jumped over the moon with it. We fell back on my couch and ate multicolored lollipops. HAPPY TIMES!
"Why do weird things keep happening today?" Murtagh questioned.
"I don't know, nothing like this ever happens around us," Tyler replied, holding Arya's hand, she looked at little disturbed by PDA, but hey it's just us. She shouldn't be that frightened. After all, we're all happy for them.
"I have a question," Arya spoke up.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"Where are we all sleeping?" Arya's eyes were drooping, she was tired, and it was a long, long, long day.
"We have enough rooms. Tyler and I will show you them," I gave a pleasant smile. A lot had happened today, plus it was already midnight.
We all got up, Tyler and I walked them to their rooms, and the boys were in one hall, the girls in the one next to them. Once we were all settled I fell into a light sleep. I could hear Murtagh and Eragon's quiet snores, but they were loud enough for me to hear them, since my room was closest to their rooms.
I woke up. I looked at the clock next to me, I hit the button on top and it lit up, the hands showing that it was three thirty three, what a strangely cool number. I decided to get up, I might fall asleep again later, but not at the moment. I went to check on everyone, Arya and Saphira slept soundly, as did Tyler and Eragon. But, strangely, the snoring in Murtagh's room had silenced, and a light came from the door crack. I knocked gently on the white wood door.
"What?" came an angry reply.
"Murtagh? What's wrong?" concern filled my words.
"Nothing. Go away," annoyance sounded in his voice.
"I'm coming in, it's my house, I can," I already knew he was going to say that I couldn't, so I gave him a reason I could.
"Fine," he was not happy about my intrusion. I opened the door and found Murtagh, the sheets thrown off him, sitting in his boxers and socks (dang, his underwear even changed when he came here?) looking down at the sheet beneath him.
"What's wrong?" I asked I was worried, I'll admit it!
"I guess I'm just lone-" he couldn't finish his sentence; a bright flash of green cut him off. A silhouette stepped out, a person that made both Murtagh and I gasp.
A/N: I finally give a cliffy in this story! FEEL LOVED! Anyway if you can guess who it is, and your right, you get a cookie!