Chapter two of my story O.O

I hope everyone who bothers to read it likes it. I thought it was fun to write, even if it is painful to stay awake. Anyways... I gotta go now... Slowly... Falling... Asleep.... -_-

I don't own Eragon. Don't sue me. Or Alice and Wonderland.

Even though Lyre was still in slight shock of what had just happened to her, Elvin on the other hand, was not. Lyre griped the poor cat's body fiercely, holding him close to her chest. As a reflex action, she squeezed him even closer.

The cat yelped and chomped down hard on her arm. "Gah!" she screamed, letting him fall to the forest floor "Holy crap, you stupid cat! Was that necessary!?" She screamed down at him, scaring the crows that were resting in the tree, making them caw in that ugly screeching noise as they flew up into the sky in a mass of black.

Elvin hissed at her, before slinking off into the distance, deeper into the forest. "Where the hell do you think you're going!?" she said, calling after him "Hey! Come back! You can't just leave me here!" She said while jogging after him. Lyre caught him and scooped him back into her embrace. The cat mewed as if nothing had happened, and cuddled into her collar bone. She frowned, "I'm bleeding because of you." She murmured, "Don't think you're getting off to easily." She said, now sounding a little bit apathetic.

She sighed, and closed her eyes, keeping one hand over her wound. What the hell was going on? She opened them again, before looking down at the cat. "This is weird Elvin." She said to him. "You do something." She said in a commanding voice, making her feel a little like Alice in Wonderland. Talking to a cat… "Doesn't your name mean elf friend, or something? Round up some of those, and get them to help us home." She said, directing it more to herself than the cat.

Lyre looked to her right, and noted a small creek that bubbled through the forest floor. She looked down to Elvin. "Should we follow the creek?" She questioned him. "They always say it leads to civilization." Lyre said, informing him with a smile. She figured if she was having such a cool dream, that she should play along with it. Perhaps if she knew she was a imagining it, she could start to lucid dream. That would make things interesting…

Cat in arm, she started to follow the water, skipping rocks across the placid surface whenever she found a stone smooth enough to make the trip. After a good hour and a half, something told her that this must be the most boring dream in history. All I'm doing is walking along a creek. That isn't exciting at all.

She yawned, and decided to lie down on the creek's pebble beach.

Once down, she looked up to Elvin who was curled up next to her head. "Why are you here Elvin?" she asked him. He looked down at her lazily, and flicked his tail in her face. She giggled, before interrupting her laughing with another yawn. Elvin yawned with her. "Weird cat… There isn't any reason for you to be in my boring dream…" she mumbled, before she eyelids grew heavy, and her mind once again felt fuzzy.

_-_-_-_

When she woke up, she felt warm. Did she finally wake up, and Carter had selfishly turned up the heat up to 90 degrees? She groaned. No one ever gets mad at perfect Carter. "Stupid Carter…" she mumbled tiredly, before she realized there were crickets in the background. Crickets didn't live in rich suburbia.

"I think she's coming around." She heard a boy say, as he laughed slightly. She felt fingers flit across her forehead soothingly. "Good thing too-" She heard a deeper, older voice say to him. "I was thinking we might have to leave her behind." He said apathetically. As soon as he said it, a growl was heard, and her whole world seemed to vibrate. The older man chuckled at the source, and than she didn't hear anything else but the crackling of the fire.

She groaned again. Her body was stiff; as if she had taken a lot more than just a nap, and had slept longer than a few minutes like she had planned too. She slowly opened her eyes, and said groggily, "Where the hell am I?"

She propped herself up on her forearms, and looked around her. Directly in front of Lyre was an older man with graying hair, sitting cross legged by a fire pit. He looked fierce enough to leave a poor damsel such as herself behind. He probably wasn't joking around either. Now that she thought of it he reminded her of that really horrid old man who used to live by her fathers apartment when he was still alive. I think that man died of a heart attack.

Standing beside the old man, like he had just walked there, and was startled she had woken up already, was a young man. He was probably a year or two older than she was, and sadly reminded her of a brunette Carter. Hopefully he wasn't as evil and vampiric as the evil cousin himself.

They both stared at her for a moment, and Lyre guessed she must look funny or something of the likes, because they didn't look away for a long while "Are you okay?" The boy finally asked her, though very slowly. She lightened a little bit. Perhaps he would be a better natured version of Carter.

She changed her expression, to one that looked like he had sprouted a second head, before answering rudely, "Do I look like I'm okay?" with an angry and annoyed tone. She moved her hand over to where her cat wound should be, and found it bandaged with cloth that had probably been ripped for this occasion. The older man found her sarcasm funny, and threw his head back in loud, chortling laughter. When he finally stopped snickering at her, he focused his attention on her once again; he began to speak "This one has a mouth on her." He said with a mocking smile. She frowned, not liking the teasing, and about ready to fight back. That is, before she caught sight of something she should have seen a long, long time ago.

She shrieked horrifically, and scrambled backwards crab style, when she saw the giant beast that was at her right. "What the hell is that!?" she screamed, when she clumsily hit her head against a tree ("Ah!") with the obvious conclusion that she couldn't crawl any farther away. The old man laughed again, "That young lady; is a dragon."

She gawked at it for a moment, "It looks more like an over sized lizard to me." She whispered, not knowing what else to say. The dragon growled at her, and Lyre squeaked in response. Common sense said not to get the big scaly thing mad at you.

The old man sighed, "Seeing as you're awake, I might as well tell you who we are." He said, "That is, if I can trust you not to tell anyone." He added darkly. Lyre glanced at him for only a moment, before turning her gaze back to the dragon. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." She said quickly, before tearing her full attention away from the over sized lizard, and onto him. This was not easy in the slightest.

The man nodded, and told her, "I want you to repeat after me. Sound for sound." She nodded again. He could have asked her to dance naked with that fire breathing thing on his side.

"Now start after me, Eka weohnata." She repeated his every sound, just like he had asked. "Jitja hljödhr abr." She repeated the words again, curious as to what she was saying. "Ono, Brom, du skulblaka Saphira." His sentences were getting longer, but she followed along as best as she could, hoping he wouldn't sick the dragon on her. "Un du Shur'tugal Eragon." He finished, with her repeating the last words with him. "That's good." He said, before turning to the Carter look alike, "Eragon, I hope you were paying attention to that."

That's when Lyre froze. Eragon? From the book Eragon? She remembered the words he had asked her to repeat. The ancient language!? And that dragon!? She looked wildly to the blue scaled beast. She even recognized the names in the might-have-been spell! Eragon, Brom, Saphira. Had he just made her promise something? Well that was a question with an obvious answer, but this one isn't…What had she done!? Oh my god… this was way to ironic.

Brom looked at her and asked one of those stupid questions that pissed her off, "What's wrong?" she looked over at him. What's wrong? I just found a dragon rider! He's right in front of me. There is a dragon in my presence! They're not even supposed to be real! "What did you just make me say!?" Lyre said vehemently. "What did I just do!?" she asked him again.

He answered her question seriously, "I have just made you swear in the ancient language that you would not reveal us to anyone." Lyre put her hand over her heart in a relieved way, and let out a deep breath. "Thank god." She said slowly. For all she knew, she could have just sworn fealty to them. That would suck (I know they're supposed to be the good guys and all, but really now? Fealty!?).

This is when Eragon decided to cut in. You know, Eragon? The. The Eragon of the dragon riding variety, of course. "Who are you?" he asked her, almost rudely. She paused. This was a really weird, messed up dream. But what if it wasn't? What if this was all real? Did she really want to give them her name? "Fay." She told them, without even bothering to think of it. "My name's Fay." It seemed fitting enough though. If she was to use a different name, than why not use that of her mothers?

Brom nodded, "Why are you here Fay?" he asked her. She wondered why they hadn't interrogated her earlier. What were they thinking? Letting a strange girl come along with them? Lyre decided it would be wisest to play dumb, and make something up as she went along. Just in case.

"I don't know." She said to them, pretending like she really didn't have a clue. "The last thing I remember is walking along the creek with my cat Elvin." She said slowly, thinking over each word carefully. Where was Elvin anyways? "And before that… I don't know." She told them, trying to convince herself that she really didn't have a clue (Which was hard considering her Eldora's/ her own cat was missing).

Eragon's face looked interested as he inquired her once again, "You don't know?" he asked her. What a idiotic question, she thought to herself. She shook her head quickly, not feeling the need to answer with words. Eragon looked at her with an outlandish expression, as if he were trying to look through her. Which was weird enough on its own, but really now, what was that about? She reflected on it, while also trying to remember all she knew about this world.

Brom investigated her this time, "Do you know anything at all? Like where you live, or in which direction you come from?" He said while registering her clothes (Blue jeans and a T-Shirt t, thank you very much).She listened to him, and realized that she didn't even know what part of the books world she was in, let alone what time. "No. I don't." she told him, making her voice sound like she was sorry she didn't know. "Where…Where in the world are we anyways?" she asked him, making her eyes grow larger as she looked at him questioningly.

Brom paused, thinking it over before answering her. "We're in the middle of the spine. We're heading to the city of Teirm." He told her, "Have you ever heard of Teirm?" Lyre almost felt bad for lying right than. Now that he thought she didn't have her memory, he was beginning to be kinder towards her. As in he wasn't laughing at her. Or maybe he just wanted to get rid of her really fast. That was probably it. "No idea." She said to him, raising her eyebrows. "Where's Teirm?" Brom looked at her with a mystic stare. That's when she realized what they were doing. Couldn't magic users get into peoples heads!?

"Teirm is by the ocean." He told her flatly, breaking her concentration, "Are you sure there isn't anything you don't know?" That's when she guessed that perhaps they couldn't read her mind. Was it impossible to avoid it? Didn't they say you had to concentrate on something extremely hard enable to block someone? Than again, they did say that some people of higher class could block out someones mind raid. Perhaps that was it, and she was imagining his stares.

Under normal circumstances she would have though he was trying to decipher her speech. She was sure her west coast accent wasn't normal here in Alagesia. She nodded once again, and he seemed annoyed that she didn't speak. Perhaps he really couldn't read her mind, so he was reading her speech. Well than… That would take a while.

"Well. Than what are we going to do with you?" he said, chewing it over in his head. "I… don't know." She realized. She looked down at the ground dejectedly, and than back at Saphira.

After really looking at her, she realized what a magnificent animal (Or whatever you would call her). she was. Though not exactly something she would want as a pet. Saphira looked thoughtful herself, as if she were thinking about it too, trying to contribute to their brain power. Eragon was staring at her intently. She suddenly remembered that they were probably telepathically talking with each other, like they did in the books.

What were they going to do with her? What was she supposed to do here? Wait until she woke up? She discarded that (She had a feeling she might not be dreaming, and she was just waiting for herself to go into shock). She couldn't drag them down with her. They had things to do, countries to save, evil kings to overthrow.

She could only think of one possibility, and it freaked her out.

"Perhaps you could take me to Teirm. Maybe I'll regain my memory, and find my way from there." She told them, offering them a worthwhile answer. Brom nodded, "We'll try that one first." He told her. "And than we'll see what we can do from there."

"For now though, I think we should all get some rest." He said to everyone. Eragon looked at her suspiciously, before he guessed that she wasn't something to be afraid of. What was there to be afraid of? Oh yes… The theory they couldn't break into her mind. Was it normal among people to have mind blocks? There was something that would keep her up all night. As if she could sleep anyways, considering how long she had been out. Speaking of that…how long had she been unconscious?

Brom decided to ignore everyone, as he turned to his side, and covered himself with a worn, traveled blanket. Eragon strode over to Saphira, who lifter her wings like a curtain, beckoning him inside. The lucky bastard. I bet it's warm in there. Lyre laid down also, her face looking up to the sky and all the stars that resided in it. Sleeping time was thinking time.

First was first, and that was the fact that they were going to Teirm. Perhaps when she got there, she could find somewhere to stay. A family to stay with until she returned home maybe. Or something like that... Her conscience told her that she might be here forever though.

What if she was here forever? Even if she had only been here for who know how long, it seemed a hell of a lot better than where she was used to. Maybe she would prefer to stay here. Maybe she could make her own life in this world?

It wasn't like she was missing anything back at home. She didn't have any friends at home, for reasons like the fact that she was kind of weird. Also she was pretty anti-social. She just found people stupid. Perhaps when people were near starvation, they acted better. Scratch that. They probably couldn't act much worse though. Spoiled conceited brats… Like Carter.

Ah ha. Anyways, what about the theory they can't get into her mind? Why were they helping her anyways? Maybe it was because Brom was an almighty spell caster from above. She wasn't much of a threat anyways. Perhaps they planned on dumping her. She tossed the ideas around in her head, and waited for sleep to take over.

That's when she heard a lazy "Mreow" from the other side of the so called camp. "Elvin!" she whispered cheerily, as she saw him prance out of the shadows. The grey cat looked warily at the sleeping dragon, but decided against staying away. He crawled up to her, and nestled his furry body in the crook of her neck. "Good cat." She said sleepily, before she once again fell asleep.

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Lyre woke up at the crack of dawn. It was normal though. She had always been a morning person, which wasn't always good. She couldn't stay awake past 10 at night, and it bothered her to no end. She pushed back fraying blanket away from her body, and held Elvin on her arm, hanging like wet sheets.

The fire was all but gone, and only a few embers stood in the snowy ashes. She grabbed a stick from besides her makeshift sleeping bag, and started to poke it aimlessly. The ashes sputtered in response, and started to grow larger. Across from her, Brom stirred, and uttered a small groan. He turned himself over, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Wake up early, did you?" he asked her gruffly, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. She shook her head, and said with a tired voice of her own "No. I just woke up a moment ago." She yawned, and continued to play with the burned out ashes.

"That your cat." He said, jerking his head at her feet, where Elvin rested lazily. She nodded, "His name is Elvin." She told him, her voice sounding a bit more confident now that she was fully awake. He nodded, "Good name." he told her, before roughly pushing his own covers up.

"Eragon-" He said towards Saphira. "Are you going to lie in their all day, or are you going to get up and get goin'?" he said bellowed loudly. Saphira opened a large azure eye, and opened her wings. Eragon sleepily crawled out, and headed to the ashes.

_-_-_-_

Brom had cooked them all a sort of stewed concoction. She gratefully crammed the rim of the clay bowl between her lips, and ate it without grace. Both Eragon and Brom chuckled at her obvious lack of manners. She wiped her mouth with her arm, and looked over to them and said"I'm sure there's more you want to ask me." tilting her head ever so slightly. She heard Saphira give a low growling noise that she assumed was a laugh, and heard Brom mumble something along the lines of "Straight the point, isn't she?"

Eragon took the opportunity, "I know you don't remember much, but what are you wearing?" he said, looking to her clothes. Lyre scrunched her nose, and plucked at the ends of her hair. "Cloths." She told him, figuring that was all she could stay.

"That'll be a problem in Tierm. I'm guessing we'll have to buy you some skirts and hand them to Fay before she enters." He said, looking down on her dark blue jeans, and forest green T-Shirt. Lyre nodded. That would be best, When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

The 4 of them all ate, and drifted into comfortable silence.

_-_-_-_

After everyone had eaten and packed up camp, they were ready to go. Eragon mounted his own chocolate mount, and Brom hefted himself onto his own (Very gracefully for an old man I must add). I looked to both of them, and asked "What? Am I supposed to walk or something?" I asked with a grimace. Walking would not be fun.

Brom chuckled, "No. You'll be riding with Snow fire and me." He said, holding out his hand. Well, that ruined the 'Prince on a white horse' thing. Instead it was 'Old man on a cool looking steed. Isn't that Great? At least he wasn't an ugly, gross, pedophile man. At least she didn't think he was… The only problem now was that I'd never ridden a horse. Well, there's was a first time for everything I suppose…

I grabbed his hand, and imagined I was hoisting myself onto the attic rafters. Thankfully, I landed gracefully, and without a problem. I have to admit, it felt good to do it perfectly on the first time. "Ready than?" he asked us, as he lead the beautiful white horse into a trot.

It was much bumpier than a car. It smelled worse too. Either way, I kind of liked it. If you block out the old man, and pretend you're leading it yourself, it's very enjoyable…

I laced my fingers into Snow fires mane and rubbed his neck. "How far is Teirm?" she asked him after a long while. He cleared his throat, and said with a worn voice "We'll be there before sunset." She nodded. She understood that they would be riding for a long time, and by the end of the day her butt was going to be really, really sore.

Did you know the button is actually blue!? I didn't O_O