CHAPTER FOUR: A MOMENT

It had been a long two months since Essora had learned about her egg and a lot had happened. Eragon's egg had hatched and in place of the egg was a saphirre blue female dragon named Saphira. Roran left town to start a living. Raz'ac had come to the village and to make along story short they blew up Eragon's home tortured Garrow to the point that he died in Horst's house, and they were after Eragon and Saphira.

As Brom planned she went with them on their journey to find the Raz'ac and avenge Garrow at least that was what Eragon thought. Eragon of course had not protested to Essora traveling with them because she was handy with a sword unlike himself and knew many other forms of combate and how to use diffrent weapons. Like her bow he had carved for her when her grandfather taught them how to carve. He had given it to her as a sign of their friendship that would last for as long as they lived.

They had just set off and were headed for the nearest town which was Yazuac. She was silent most of the trip letting Brom do all the talking and answering the many questions that Eragon kept coming up with. She chuckled at some of them.

"What?" snapped Eragon.

"Well forgive me for finding some of your question funny," she said playfully.

"Funny? Funny? My question are funny?" he asked looking at her in mock annoyance.

"Yes some of them are right down annoying so would you be quite so that I can think," said Brom turning to them irrtably.

Eragon made a face and mimicked Brom when he wasn't looking and Essora had to stiffle a laugh. He grinned at her and put his arm over her shoulder.

"It's getting late we should make a camp in the clearing that Saphira is waiting in." said Brom leading them off the trail.

After they had made camp in the clearing Brom had Essora teach Eragon how to use a sword by using lengthy sticks. Brom sent them away so he could fix supper without having to dodge the two teens as they sparred. She showed him what stance to take and showed him a few moves then she let him have at it.

She of course never doubted his ability to be a fast learner and she was prepard for the 'onslaught' she would have to parr. She moved with ease and expertise while Eragon was slow and stiff. Eragon marveled to himself at how amazing she was with her makeshift sword and her brown shift that she wore in the fields.

She looked a lot like her mother. As he was not paying much attention to his defeance and attacks he soon found himself rolling on the ground trying to pin Essora under him but ended up under her. She put both of her hands gently on his cheeks. They both stared into each others eyes while Eragon tried to sit up, emotions he never felt for any girl welling up inside of him as he carresed her cheek.

She of course feeling the same emotions remembered their duel and completed it by jumping off him and grabbed her 'sword' and held it to the stunned Eragon who had hardly caught what she was doing still dazed.

"Distraction will be your enemies strongest tool. Beware of it and use it yourself when faced with a foe," she said giving advise as she helped him up.

"Why you little- COME HERE!!!!" he shouted as her grabbed her wrist trying to pull her to the ground.

She laughed with childish glee as she was brought to the ground pinned by Eragon's wieght which was suprisingly heavy. He pushed aside the stray strands of her sweat soked hair so he could see her face clearly. Her green eyes filled with joy and love. He pressed his lips tenderly on hers and she was filled with joy as the boy she loved confessed it to her through a tender kiss.

After that they made their way back to the clearing stopping at the stream that ran through it splashing the clear water onto their faces so they would cool down which left their faces pink hiding their blushes.

Hmmm a kiss I wonder what this means. Oh wait till the next chapter to find out the effect it had. It may seem like its moving too fast but it really isnt.

R&R please