Wiktoria and Bero kept staring straight ahead at the sight in front of them, unable to look away.
"And who do you think it is?" asked Wiktoria, turning away to look at Bero.
"It can't be, though...I think...they seem awfully familiar. Eragon?" answered Bero and looked at Wiktoria.
"Yup... What is going on there?" asked Wiktoria surprised.
"Who knows...should we barge in?" asked Bero
"Maybe yes... We should ask where we are," said Wiktoria hesitantly.
"Okay then," said Bero nervously and excited. "Could it really be them? Only one way to find out!" "Let's go!" she exclaimed and stepped out of the hiding place and waited for Wiktoria. "I hope they don't think we are weird...especially since our clothes are different," said Bero, noticing that their clothes were way different than what the two men in front of them were wearing.
"I hope not...our clothes can seem weird... I hope they'll think we're on their side," said Wiktoria nervously and she followed Bero.
"Yep, we wouldn't want them to attack us!" exclaimed Bero quietly as they carefully walked towards them. The two men were deep in conversation and had not yet noticed them getting nearer. Once they were close, Bero cleared her throat softly before speaking out to the two men. "Umm..excuse me?"
"We wanted to ask..." spoke Wiktoria quietly.
"Where are we?" gulped Bero as the two men turned around on their horses around to see who had spoken. 'It's okay Bero, don't panic, whatever you do, don't panic!'
Wiktoria looked at Bero and at the two people standing before them, waiting for an answer.
"In a forest, don't you see?" answered the younger boy.
"Eragon, I think they asked for something else," the older man smiled. "Who are you?" he asked the two girls.
Bero froze for a bit, 'Oh my God! He just said Eragon! And I bet that's Brom!' and then she answered quietly, "well, yeah a forest..." and looked away.
"I asked, who are you?" the older man repeated, with his hand on his sword, ready to attack.
"You're not from around here, are you now?" asked the younger boy, who they guessed was Eragon. Both of them were starting to look menacing. "I..I'm Bero..a..and this is my friend Wiktoria," said Bero, feeling scared.
"Yup. That's right. I'm Wiktoria. Definitely true, no lies," she laughed nervously, feeling scared and lost.
"Y..yeah, what she said. And we are lost, that's why we don't know where we are, Brom."
The old man looked at them suspiciously. These girls were very strange looking and he couldn't figure out their intentions. But his eyes widened in surprise when Bero said his name before turning into narrow slits. "How do you know my name?" he asked. 'uh oh, now what did I do?' thought Bero.
"That's really suspicious, don't you think?" Eragon asked Brom, still holding his hand on his sword.
"We heard you talking! That's all! It's not like we've read your life in a book and have spent years fangirling and hoping to meet you, nope not at all," said Bero really fast and then glanced at Wiktoria nervously.
"That's true!" smiled Wiktoria nervously to Bero. 'We definitely look suspicious' she thought.
"What are they talking about? What will we do?" Eragon asked Brom quietly.
'Oh no, what am I doing?' "It's just uh, a little joke between my friend and I here," laughed Bero nervously, "we are just lost and really have no idea where we are, or who you are, could you please help us?"
Eragon looked at Brom, he thought they were acting really strange, and how could they know their names? "How do we know you aren't spies?" he asked
"Uhm... I guess we could prove it...let me think " said Wiktoria."No, I don't think we can prove it in any way.." she added quietly, with fear clear in her eyes.
"You can search us! We have no weapons or anything really...no food or water..just what we're wearing," said Bero, who was starting to feel a bit hungry, but ignored it seeing the current situation they were in.
"And your clothes are really strange," said Eragon, after he realized that the girls were not dressed like anything he had ever seen before.
"Well, yes, I guess so, but we can't harm you..." said Bero, wishing Brom and Eragon wouldn't look at them so suspiciously.
"But we can't know that for sure," said Brom.
"Please, just help us! If we try anything, you can just attack us, but we promise we won't do anything!" exclaimed Bero, starting to feel scared, "Right, Wiktoria?"
"Right. We are not that stupid to attack two men who have weapons," hissed Wiktoria. She was feeling confused, scared, and starting to be a little bit mad. Mad at them and at all this trouble. When she hissed like that, Brom looked at her suspiciously and raised his eyebrow.
They waited for a moment, wondering what they would do. "Well, they don't have any weapons, and they look harmless," whispered Eragon to Brom.
"Never underestimate someone," answered Brom back. Then he looked at both of them sternly, "Where do you two come from?"
Wiktoria looked at Bero nervously. "We are not from the same place...actually, we're both from other countries," she answered, aware of everything she said.
"And from where? Which countries, as you said?" asked Eragon, looking at the girls.
"Well they are countries...but not from around here, but they do exist!" said Bero, babbling again.
Eragon and Brom looked at each other, not knowing if the girls were suspicious or just straight out weird.
"Yup, she is right. You shouldn't be afraid of us... ," said Wiktoria quietly, with almost whispering voice . "We're just ordinary girls... Hehe. But okay, you both don't have to help us, just leave us here. We will die here, that's okay, sure, leave us. We will cry in the corner because of cold and hunger... " she murmured, looking at them.
"Ugh...we can't leave them here...,"Eragon sighed, looking at the girls with some kind of pity in his eyes.
"Well then don't leave us here!" said Bero, getting impatient. "We can't, and won't, do anything to you. In fact, we'll help you! In whatever you need, like cooking, which I can't do, and other stuff!"
"You can't cook too?" Wiktoria asked Bero, surprised, and smiled.
"What kind of woman can't cook?" asked Eragon, raising his eyebrow.
"Me, for example,"answered Wiktoria quickly.
"And me. But I'm pretty sure it's easy, just let the food cook on the fire for a certain amount of time, just not too long or it will burn or something like that," answered Bero.
Eragon looked at the girls exasperated. "Well, what can you do? You are just going to be a burden to us! Can you hunt? And how will you travel? You don't even have horses!"
"Oh come on! If you don't want to help us, just give us some food and water and we'll take care of ourselves!" hissed Wiktoria angrily.
Eragon looked at Brom, taken aback by the sudden burst of anger. "Fine, we'll take you," grumbled Brom. Maybe they were just overreacting, after all, under the current circumstances they were in, they were kind of in a hurry as time quickly ran against them. But then again, these girls were odd. And he couldn't help but have a strange feeling about them.
"Thank you!" murmured Wiktoria, and then whispered to Bero happily, "ha, I did it."
"Yay! You won't regret it!" said Bero smiling and then whispered back to Wiktoria, "good going!"
"So, where will we go? "asked Wiktoria, "we can go on foot because we don't have horses."
"I already am," muttered Brom, "and we are dropping you off in the next village."
"Okay! Thank you! I always knew a Dragon Rider would take care of a damsel in distress...and we were kind of them," laughed Wiktoria.
Both Eragon and Brom froze when Wiktoria said 'Dragon Rider.' "That's it! You better start talking," said Brom angrily and reached for his sword, "we never said we were Dragon Riders so you better tell us who you really are and what do you want."
"Uh oh..," whispered Bero.
"Uh oh...I'm sorry I guess...,"said Wiktoria looking scared.
"Should we just tell them the truth, or should we run?"Bero whispered to Wiktoria as Brom and Eragon waited for an answer.
"They won't believe us so let's just run," answered Wiktoria and they both ran for their dear lives. But being as Eragon and Brom were still riding their horses, they easily caught up with the girls and surrounded them, their swords out and ready to attack.
"Hey! Careful with that!" exclaimed Bero and she held her hands up in front of her.
"Then start talking," said Brom.
"I...I'm really sorry for what I said, I didn't want to make you angry...I don't want to die!" cried out Wiktoria terrified, "I'm too young to die!"
"Yeah, me neither! We just can't tell you because you wouldn't believe us!" spoke Bero quickly.
"Yeah, you won't believe us so we won't tell you!" added Wiktoria nervously and she closed her eyes, preparing for the worst thing that could happen to them. Her body was shaking and she wanted to run but she couldn't. She remained quiet, waiting for their next move.
"You have no other choice than to tell us," spoke Brom, "so hurry up, before we get even more impatient!"
"We really can't!" said Bero desperately, "but we swear we don't want to hurt you, or even could if we wanted to!"
Eragon looked back and forth between the girls and Brom. The girls looked innocent but had been acting very suspicious since the first word they had spoken. But were they dangerous? "Why can't you tell us? And how do you know I am a Dragon Rider?" he asked them.
"It's a really long story and you will end up thinking we are crazy!" answered Bero.
'We already do,' thought Eragon to himself.
"Can we go with you? Please? If you're afraid that we will hurt you, we can go on foot, so we can't do anything...," said Wiktoria impatiently. 'That will take a miracle if they don't kill us. And I'm hungry. Give me some food!'
"Do you two always take so long to decide?" asked Bero who was also getting impatient.
"Okay!" answered Brom angrily, "we will take you, but if you try anything..."
"We know, we know, you will kill us!" said Bero exasperatedly.
Wiktoria laughed for no reason and then said, "Thank you once again, can I have some food? I guess you don't have pizza, so anything will be okay."
"Pizza? What is pizza?" asked Eragon looking puzzled.
'Mmmm, pizza would be great,' thought Bero, already savoring the yummy flavor.
"Too much to explain.." Wiktoria rolled her eyes, "maybe I'll cook it for you someday. It's quite popular where I live, " she said trying to sound nice.
Brom looked into their bags and took out two pieces of bread and handed them to the girls.
"Thank you..." said Bero, wishing she could turn it into pizza. Ah well.
"Thanks! And now we can go!" smiled Wiktoria and took a bite of the bread. 'I hope there is no poison inside or something.'
"Alright, let's go," said Brom and both he and Eragon started to leave. But Brom sighed and turned back around to face the girls, "okay one of you can ride with me."
'And which one?...ugh..' thought Wiktoria. "So...who?"
"Whichever, now hurry up, we have urgent business to get to. The other one can go with Eragon."
'Yes!' cheered Bero mentally. She really didn't want to go walking, but who would go with who?
"Ehym...who will you go with?" whispered Wiktoria to Bero.
"Umm...I guess I'll go with Brom and you can go with Eragon," whispered Bero back.
"Okay, thanks," whispered Wiktoria and then said out loud, "I'll go with Eragon."
"And I'll go with Mr. Grumpy," laughed Bero. Brom narrowed his eyes but said nothing. 'Hehe, whoops.'
Eragon and Brom helped the girls get up on the horses and then they went on their way.
"Is he always that...uhm...grumpy?" Wiktoria asked Eragon, thinking of how grumpy Brom had been since they met him.
Eragon chuckled as he responded, "yeah, a bit, but you get used to it."
"So where are you headed to?" Bero asked Brom.
"We will leave you in the nearest village," he answered quickly, not wanting to let the girls know.
But Bero wanted to know. "And that village is...?" She really wanted to know where in Alagaesia had they...landed in, and, where they in the actual story itself?
"You'll know when we get there," murmured Brom impatiently, "can you be quiet for a second? I think I've heard something." He glanced at Eragon, checking if he had also noticed the sound.
"Hmmm...maybe," answered Bero.
Everyone remained quiet after that, listening for whatever sound Brom had heard.
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"So what did you hear?" asked Bero after a few seconds of boredom.
"Shh, I told you to be quiet for a second!" exclaimed Brom.
"But it's already been a second!"
"Yup, and I don't hear anything too," added Wiktoria who looked at Eragon.
"Shh! I'm trying to hear!" said Eragon looking at Wiktoria irritatedly.
"Okay, okay. sorry. I won't say anything from now on," Wiktoria muttered quietly, rolling her eyes.
"Just be quiet!...there it is again.." said Brom.
"Jeez, alright," answered Bero, and then mumbled quietly to herself, "you're no fun."
"Yup, he's definitely no fun," Wiktoria said to Bero and Eragon looked at her impatiently.
" I thought you were serious with this 'I won't say anything from now on' thing," he hissed.
Wiktoria and Bero giggled, having fun at making them angry.
"Enough!" exclaimed Brom, "we will leave you both here to starve if you don't stop talking!"
"Okay, okay, sorry..." murmured Wiktoria.
"You are both behaving like you want to sabotage us!" added Eragon.
"No, we are not! We are just trying to keep a nice conversation going. You two are just really grumpy, " huffed Bero and she crossed her arms. Wiktoria remained quiet. 'They aren't nice at all.'
"Well, we wouldn't be had you two not been so suspicious. Let's just forget it and move on," muttered Brom.
"Okay, so I can talk again," laughed Wiktoria and looked around, remembering about something. "Where is Saphira?"
Eragon looked stunned and it took all Brom had to not curse loudly. "How about we make a deal. You tell us why you know so much about us and we will tell you where we are going?" Though of course, he wouldn't really tell them. They seemed to know too much already and he didn't like it.
"What do you think?" whispered Wiktoria nervously to Bero. 'How will we tell them about all the book stuff...?'
"I don't think they will believe us... but we could try and hope they don't kill us!" whispered Bero back to her.
"So? Will you tell us?" asked Eragon politely, waiting for an answer.
"Yes," sighed Bero. "So you see, we come from...another world and in this world, there is an amazing author that wrote books about your lives...that is why we know you two."
"It's totally true," Wiktoria added and waited for their reaction. 'They don't look like they're believing us' She thought as Eragon and Brom stayed silent for a while.
"...and let's suppose this is true, then why and how are you two here?" asked Brom. Another world? That sounded absurd, though it might explain their complete strangeness.
"I don't really know, I was unconscious when I got here," answered Wiktoria fast, not wanting to seem suspicious.
"We were just texting each other and then suddenly we were here," answered Bero.
"What is texting?" asked Eragon confused.
"Something like letters...but much faster," explained Wiktoria.
"Yeah, a way to communicate...oh!"gasped Bero, remembering she still had her phone with her, and she took it out and showed it to them, but it was broken. "aww man! My phone!"
"Oh no, your phone! Mine flew out the window," giggled Wiktoria.
"It probably wouldn't have worked here anyway," sighed Bero and then laughed with Wiktoria.
"What is that?" asked Eragon suddenly filled with curiosity, "may I?"
"It is a phone. See, there's proof we come from another world," said Bero and she handed the phone over to him.
"Yeah! We have proof! Look at this man!" smiled Wiktoria, proud that they could prove they were saying the truth and that they weren't crazy.
Eragon took the phone and examined it curiously. It was a really strange object and he couldn't fathom what it was meant for or how it had been made. It was very light and fit in his palm and its surface was really smooth, though right now, one side was cracked. "And what is this for?"
"It's for messaging, calling, playing games..." answered Wiktoria.
"Here, let me show you," said Bero and she took the phone back from Eragon briefly to turn it on and handed it back. Eragon stared at it in awe as the screen brightened, but it quickly turned back off. "Oh...battery must be drained.."
"But what was that?" asked Eragon and he passed the phone over to Brom.
"It looks..weird.." said Brom, having seen what it had done. "Either they are saying the truth , or this was made with some kind of magic..." he looked at the girls and returned the phone to Bero.
"Nope, no magic. But I guess we can't prove that" answered Bero, taking back the phone and putting it in her pocket. Great, so they still weren't entirely convinced. Now what? "We could, however, tell you what happens in the books," she said after thinking for a bit and looked at Wiktoria to see what she thought.
"Like telling us our future?" asked Eragon.
"That...right. Maybe...we don't know if it will happen," answered Wiktoria.
"Or something only they would know?" suggested Bero.
"That's a good idea! But if they then think that we are spies?" whispered Wiktoria.
"Then we will run for it...again" whispered back Bero and laughed. "No, seriously, I don't know, we'll just have to hope that they don't."
"Okay, so let's just say it," sighed Wiktoria nervously.
"Okay, you tell Eragon something and I'll tell Brom something."
"So, Eragon, I know you found Saphira's egg in the Spine, where Arya sent it after being attacked by Durza, and you took this egg. You wanted to buy meat and pay with it because you thought it was some kind of stone," said Wiktoria, afraid of what Eragon would think.
"I...how did you..know that?" said Eragon and looked at Wiktoria surprised.
Bero leaned in closer to Brom and whispered, "and we know you were once a Dragon Rider. Your dragon's name was also Saphira, whom Eragon named his dragon after you gave him a list of dragon names. And you started the Varden and helped steal Saphira's egg, and then went into hiding in Carvahall as Brom the storyteller." She hoped what she had said was good enough and not too suspicious.
Eragon and Brom looked at them suspiciously and nervously. "How do they know?" Eragon whispered to Brom.
"Either they are saying the truth, or they could be spies. Lousy ones, that is," answered Brom. "But we can't take chances."
"So what will we do?"
"Keep a close watch on them."
"We should go, I think," said Wiktoria
"Yeah, I guess..but where? And will they even let us leave?" Bero wasn't sure what was going on anymore. Here were her favorite characters...untrusting of them...was she sure she wasn't just dreaming?
"No, you are staying with us," said Brom, having heard them. "You obviously know too much."
"So...maybe now you can tell us where we are going?" Wiktoria asked him.
"You did promise you would tell us if we told you about us," said Bero before he could answer with a no.
"Alright," agreed Brom.
"Oh, and where is Saphira?" added Bero.
"We are going to Cesaen. We should be there in a couple of hours," answered Brom.
"And Saphira is out hunting," answered Eragon, not willing to tell them exactly where she was.
"I would love to meet her! In the books she is so wise and funny," said Bero enthusiastically.
"Yeah, me too! I have never seen a dragon before!" smiled Wiktoria, wanting to see one.
"Maybe...but not now. We don't want to gain unwanted attention," said Eragon.
Bero smiled happily at Wiktoria. At least now they were getting somewhere. And who knew what adventures waited for them ahead. She just couldn't wait to find out.