YEEE!!! I overcame my writer's block on this! Now I'll be updating faster! And also, they've deleted practically ALL of the Avatar fan vids on You Tube! DIE YOU TUBE DIE!!!

Cwilson: I'll be adding a lot more Ty Lokka scenes into this, but no lemons or anything like that. Just some…well you'll see.

BroadwayBade32: More Tykka to come!

Cygnus de hielo: You have to read on to find out.

24kt White Gold: The wait is over, my friend.

Strix Moonwing: I'm mean to poor Eragon.

Warnings:

Graphic violence

Language

Pairings: Zutara, Ty Lokka (or Tykka, as others call it), Kataang and Taang fluffiness, Arygon, and Mursuada

"Eragon" character death

Alcohol in this chapter

Things will get pretty wild later on. (No, no, not THAT kind of wild.)

Thanks to Rambie on that writing tip in the Eragon-verse.

Notice: Now whenever I mention the Avatarians, I'll either call them the Avatarians or the Nine. (Aang, Sokka, Toph, Katara, Zuko, Iroh, Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai.) I'm just too lazy to spell out their names.

Disclaimer: Do I HAVE to say it every chapter? For crap's sake, I DON'T OWN AVATAR OR ERAGON DAMMIT!!!

Chapter 5

Dinner Time!

Sokka stared at Eragon skeptically. "Huh?"

"What?!?" yelled Toph. "What kind of dragon would choose him?"

Don't insult me, remarked Blade, glaring at her and went back to talking with the blue dragon.

"He can't even fight right!" snarled Azula, still struggling to free herself from the spell that Eragon had set on her. She fell backwards and continued her struggles.

"And no we do not check hands whenever people are…transported from one world to another," said Eragon. "Now you haven't told us your names yet."

Every Avatarians told their name. When they were telling them, the people from Alagaësia gapes grew wider and wider.

"And you say that Eragon's name is funny," said the man that looked a lot like Eragon. "I'm Roran, Eragon's cousin."

Now the Alagaësians told them their names, although none were as funny as Eragon's.

"When was the last time any of you ate?" asked Orrin.

"Uhhhh, yesterday?" said Zuko.

"Come, you must be starving. I'll have an elaborate banquet for your group…Sok-ka."

"Hey, will there be meat?" asked Sokka.

"Yeah, lots of it!"

"Wait!" growled Azula. "Aren't you gonna release me?"

Eragon looked at Sokka. He shook his head. "No, but there is another way you can get around."

"How?" asked Azula.

A few seconds later the Fire Nation Princess was hopping around, occasionally falling and Ty Lee was lifting her up. (Mai just sighed and looked away.)

However, the dinner wasn't as like Sokka planned.

After a few moments of walking through the halls of the castle, (which were big enough for Blade and Saphira) they came to a giant room with a long table running the length of the room; it was lit with candles. Every chair was mahogany with velvet cushions. At the end was a large, intricately designed chair that Orrin sat in. (Two large pillows at the end of the table were for Saphira and Blade.) To his right were Nasuada, the elvish magicians, and Arya. To the left were Trianna, the Du Vrangr Gata spell casters, and Eragon.

On the table were plates, goblets filled with grape juice (or something like that), and…some strange utensils, about ten in all. A few were shaped like swords, some were like pitchforks, and the rest were bowl-shaped on a handle varying in sizes. The Nine hesitantly sat in the chairs, staring at the utensils. Sokka, Ty Lee, Mai, Azula were sitting on one side. (Sokka was unhappy about this. Eragon insisted that he sat next to him.) Toph, Aang, Katara, Zuko, and Iroh sat on the other side.

"How am I going to eat?" demanded Azula.

"You'd kill everyone if he released you!" spat Sokka, who was next to Eragon.

Ty Lee's eyes brightened. "I've got an idea."

She skipped over to Eragon and whispered excitedly in his ear. Eragon nodded skeptically and muttered the counter curse. Right when Azula stood up and looked like she was about to shoot lightning at everyone, Ty Lee went over and disabled her chi.

"Ty Lee, what's the matter with you?" Azula snarled, trying to generate lightning. "I wouldn't have killed you!"

"Oh, thanks for the tip," said Sokka sardonically. Besides she wouldn't have done anything to him, when Blade could just swipe her head off easily.

A bell rang in the distance.

"Dinner is served," announced Orrin.

Out from a door behind him came servants carrying elaborate dishes like turkey, roasted pork and duck, fish, beef, some vegetables, and loaves of bread. Giant bull legs were for Saphira and Blade, who dug in eagerly. Sokka just stared at the food. It wasn't that he was dreaming of stuffing his mouth with it; he was thinking on what he would use to stuff his mouth with it. Surprisingly, the Alagaësians had no problem

Ty Lee picked up a fork and began combing her hair with it. Azula swatted it out of her hand.

"Ty Lee, don't show such foolishness to these people!" she snapped.

Ty Lee winced.

"Here, let me cut your food, Toph," said Arya, holding a knife and oblivious to the fact that Toph hated other people doing stuff for her since she was blind.

"Are you saying I can't do anything by myself?" Toph demanded.

Arya flinched at her roughness. "N-no, I was—"

"Give me that!" Toph growled, yanking the knife away from her. She looked questionably at it, wondering how she would use the utensil. Then she started stabbing the steak fiercely. All of the Alagaësians gasped at her.

"I don't think she's doing it right," Katara muttered to Zuko.

"Toph, you do not use knives like that!" shrieked Arya.

Orrin rested a hand wearily on his head.

"I thought it would just be nice to have the green Rider and his friends over for dinner," said Nasuada in a small voice.

The random stabbing continued until Toph started stabbing in all directions and Eragon took the knife out of her grasp. Everyone ate in silence while Blade and Saphira crunched on the legs (except the Nine since they didn't know how to eat like the others.) That went on for a few seconds until the truth about the grape juice came out.

Or at least that's what Sokka thought it first was. It looked like grape juice, it smelled like grape juice, but it didn't taste like grape juice. They had to drink since it was the only thing they could do. When Sokka first tasted it, he nearly gagged on the alcoholic taste. That's when it hit him. That wasn't grape juice; it was wine. Across the table, Aang looked drunk; he was swooning all over the place and…stealing full wine glasses across the table for the drink.

He wasn't the only one that was drinking excessively: Zuko had his eyes half-closed; Toph and Mai were slumped back in their seats, unconscious; Iroh was drinking it as much as he liked tea; Ty Lee and Azula looked like they were going to throw up. It seemed that only Sokka and Katara had enough sense to stay away from it.

Things got wild when the servant said that there was no more wine.

"Wine now!" Zuko, Aang, Ty Lee, Iroh and Azula yelled at different times, banging their fists on the table, the forks and knives clattering. (Azula looked like she was going to throw a fit.) "Wine now! WINE NOW!!!" They started throwing food across the table.

This looks fun, Blade said.

"Nasuada, Eragon, Trianna, Arya, show the guests to their rooms," said Orrin. "You can just take them to the corridor of rooms on the second floor."

"I'll take Sokka, Katara, Mai, and Toph," said Eragon, basically taking the easy ones. He put Mai and Toph on Saphira and gestured for Sokka and Katara to follow him. Blade was trailing after them.

Arya rushed up to Eragon. "Eragon, what about—?" Eragon closed the door behind him.

In the dining room, Sokka heard the faint squealing of Arya, Nasuada, and Trianna trying to round up the drunken people; Azula swearing very loudly; lots of glass breaking; everyone else running away as fast as they can; the table being flipped over; and cries of "WINE! WINE! WINE!"

"Thank goodness we're out of that mess," sighed Eragon in relief, climbing up a long staircase. Saphira and Blade flew to the top and waited for them.

After putting Mai and Toph in their rooms in the first ones they saw, Eragon led Sokka and Blade to a room at the end of the long hallway. Blade went in first, and he had to crouch down to fit in the doorway.

Sweet! he exclaimed.

Sokka stepped in. The room was huge: it had a king-sized bed, a gigantic pillow for Blade to sleep in, a giant desk, fluffy carpeting, and a dragon-sized balcony.

"That's for Blade to get into the room when he won't fit through the doorway," said Eragon when Sokka was gaping at it.

Sokka flopped down on the bed.

"Training starts tomorrow at dawn." Eragon broke the news to him. "I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard."

"Training?" asked Sokka. "What training?"

"Training to become a Dragon Rider," Eragon explained.

"What? Can't I sleep in?"

"No, you can't. In order to defeat Galbatorix, you must be ready in case he invades your mind."

"What are you—?"

"Oh, and you can't have meat."

Eragon said it casually, but the words echoed in Sokka's mind for a very long time until he finally cracked:

"NOOOOO!!!!!!"