a/n: i took a while because 9 n 10 STILL bothered me and there was no WAY i was gonna continue until i got it fixed/redone. so i'm reposting these two. hopefully i won't have to do it again.
disclaimer: i do not own eragon.
Three years passed.
In that time, Eragon got to learn a lot about Roran. And Roran got to learn about Eragon. Admittedly, Eragon hadn't been too interested in the boy. He was weak and got scared about anything in the forest. At times, he even reminded Eragon of a fawn!
He asked the boy why he kept coming back if the forest bothered him so much. The boy responded: "well… because you're my friend."
Eragon didn't know what to say to that. They had barely known each other, how could they become friends?
Eragon has only ever seen that word in books. He lived alone, save his guardian who wasn't really a friend as he was a caretaker. He wasn't familiar with the term nor knew what it could entail.
But he will admit that he enjoyed the boy's presence at times, and there wasn't anything too horrible about having friendly competitions once in a while (which was to say, wasn't really friendly at all as it entailed Eragon showing Roran how much better he was at archery than the other).
It came time that winter ended for the third time in a row since the two met. Late afternoon had arrived by the time Eragon made it down the mountain to the familiar setting of a lone farm in the middle of the valley. Only this time there wasn't anyone out on the field.
Normally by this time someone would be out, tilling the ground and getting it ready for the coming spring season. The snow was melting creating mushy mud on the ground that stuck to his boots as he crept toward the window.
No one appeared to be inside. Each room appeared more vacant than the last.
That's strange, he thought.
Had they left for the village?
