I've finally reached that point where I've got every piece of the plot mapped out. It's really long, lots of violent twists, some points where it broke my heart to write it, (it'll probably break yours too. Yeah, it's that depressing) and sad just to let you know. Don't say I didn't warn you. I swore to myself that I will continue to write this until this story is finished. I'm also working on a sequel to this…if you want me to that is.

Now I'm not sure what genre this is. It's definitely fantasy, but there's going to be a lot of supernatural stuff, drama, horror, suspense, and action/adventure. I might change the genre from time to time. Just to tell you. But the main one will be fantasy that's for sure.

Deamon Fire: Magic's gonna be a total disaster. Katara's too mature to laugh at someone's name. I will torture Azula as best as I can.

24kt White Gold: Sweet.

Almostinsane: -smiles- I'm so cruel.

Strix Moonwing: Captain Jack rocks!

Tenneyshoes: Umm, I updated?

Warnings:

The stuff above

Violence

Language

Pairings: Tykka, Zutara, Kataang and Taang fluff, Arygon, and Mursuada

Character death. I won't say who…or which fandom

A part in this will be very disturbing to some

Some other stuff I can't think of

Where we left off: seven of the Avatarians got drunk at dinner and now Sokka is forbidden to eat meat, which leaves him heartbroken.

Me:-sarcastic- Oh, how sad.

Sokka:-sucks his thumb and holds Blade's head in a death hug- You're a mean lady!

Me: Idiot!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar or Eragon. Gee, it's that simple to say that. Wow.

Chapter 6

Sokka's Premonition

The weeks that passed were slow, dull, and stupid to Sokka. He could just swear that he was losing weight ever since he couldn't eat meat. Arya, Trianna, and Nasuada found more wine and they satisfied the others until they dropped unconscious.

To sum it up: the first day in Alagaësia was a disaster.

Here's what happened:

Eragon: (in the courtyard with Saphira) I wonder when Sokka will get here. I spent all night finding the right leather for Blade's saddle

Sokka and Blade: (in bed) Zzzzzzzzzzz…..

Saphira: I don't think he's coming.

Eragon: Don't be silly, Saphira. I told him to be here.

Saphira: (rolls her eyes)

Sokka and Blade: Zzzzzzzzzz…..

Eragon: (five minutes later) I think he just overslept a little.

Sokka and Blade: Zzzzzzzzzzz…..

Eragon: (ten minutes later) I think he's lazy.

Sokka and Blade: ZZZZZZZZZ…….

Saphira: (goes to Sokka's balcony with Eragon on her back) ROAR!!

Sokka and Blade: AAAHHHHH!!!

Eragon: Finally, you're awake.

Sokka: And you are?

Eragon: Just get up and meet me in the courtyard.

Sokka: (groans)

Probably the first few minutes of training were fun, when Eragon strapped Blade's saddle on and Sokka rode him. The flying was smooth, exhilarating, and fast, faster than Appa in fact. (Although he yelled in glee so loud that Azula woke up and tried to kill him but instead flew wads of saliva.)

Most of the training took place outside of Aberon, in the flat countryside so that "others wouldn't learn the secrets of our ways" Eragon told him. Sokka didn't care even if Azula listened in.

The worst part of the day: sword playing. Sokka was torn from his best friend: (other than meat) Boomerang

Eragon: Sokka, Dragon Riders don't use boomerangs.

Sokka: But my dad gave it to me when he left.

Eragon: Our preferred weapons are bows and swords.

Sokka: (stamps his feet on the ground like a little kid) I WANT MY BOOMERANG!!!!

Eragon: Saphira, help!

Saphira: (takes boomerang in her mouth and flies off to where Blade was)

Sokka: What's the matter with you?!?

A few minutes later when Sokka calmed down:

Eragon: (throws Sokka a stick)

Sokka: What's this suppose to mean?

Eragon: This is your training.

Sokka: Do want me to use a rock next?

Eragon: Actually, yes. (slashes at Sokka's ribs with his stick)

Sokka: (screams and runs around in circles)

By the end of the sword session Sokka was full of bruises, and Eragon didn't care if he was running in circles. He still attacked him.

Another thing that was truly horrible was listening to Eragon drone on and on about his adventures with an old guy named Brom that was a Dragon Rider. And then he talked about how he got a scar on his back but the elves healed it in such magical way at some festival. It turned out that Nasuada was the leader of the Varden; Orrin was the ruler of Surda; and Arya was an elf princess. In the weeks that followed, Sokka tried in vain to annoy her since she always kept a straight face.

Lunch was like Sokka's heart was wrenched out. They went to eat in Eragon's room because the table downstairs was still being cleaned. (Apparently, everyone threw up at one point) Instead of beef, he was given vegetable soup!

Sokka: (at the table in Eragon's room) I am not eating that!

Eragon: (across from Sokka) That's how I started out. And look at me now.

Sokka: That's rabbit-roo food! That's not for me!

Eragon: Can I have it then?

Sokka: (slides soup towards him) Sure.

In Borromeo Castle, Sokka had to learn some weird, ancient language called the Ancient Language. If he couldn't even read their normal language, how was he expected to learn this one? He learned two only words: Brisingr (fire) and kópa (open). Now his mission was to annoy Eragon as much as he could.

There was another thing that Eragon did that he didn't want Sokka to do: magic. That discussion came about when Eragon told him that to do magic, you must utter the Ancient Language.

Sokka: Why?

Eragon: Because you could die if you go too far.

Sokka: Why?

Eragon: It would take up too much energy.

Sokka: Why?

Eragon: Stop asking why!

Sokka: Why?

When training was over, Sokka found out about the effects of the wine. Ty Lee vomited so much that she had a bucket in her room. Zuko kept complaining about a headache. Aang was asking for water every five minutes. Azula drooled a lot and her clothes were wet with slobber. When Sokka walked pass Mai in the hall, she attacked him and started punching until Blade threw her off. Toph couldn't lift a rock with her Earthbending and slept in until three o'clock. Iroh kept stumbling into walls—and people! He nearly squashed poor Toph when he ran into her.

Dinner was another thing. Arya and Eragon tried to teach the Nine how to eat with forks, spoons, and knives. (They had to do it in the courtyard. The servants were still cleaning up.) Nothing really happened and no one, including the sober ones, paid attention. The "lesson" stopped when Azula accidentally thrust her fork into her mouth a bit lower than expected. It hit the jugular and Eragon and Arya had to heal her.

By night, Sokka tried to stay up as long as he can to lengthen the time when he had to go to training. Blade's training didn't go as well but by the way he described it, it was better than learning about sticks.

Well, the first thing Saphira did was test my flying skills, Blade said. I didn't fly that much back in the Four Nations, but she told me she'll teach me some moves later on. It's actually kinda fun; although I think during the corkscrew I cracked my wing a little. Anyway, it sounds a lot better than the crap he's teaching you.

Why can't I be a dragon? Sokka whined. My training's stupid!

Well, it's not all fun and games either. She kept talking about how some plants can heal a stomachache, and how to predict bad weather.

And you say mine's crap.

The next day and the day after that were as boring as the first.

000

Although one time, after training was over Sokka was in the hallway and he tested out magic.

"BRISINGR!!!" he screamed.

Emerald green fire shot out of his hand and it blew up a hole at the end of the hall.

"I don't think that's supposed to happen," said Sokka, slumping against a wall and breathing deeply. Now he understood why Eragon didn't want him to use magic.

What did you do now? asked Blade, from Sokka's room.

I did magic! Sokka exclaimed. Does that mean I'm a bender?

No, it just means that you blew a hole in the wall.

When Eragon saw the hole later, Sokka blamed it on Azula. No one seemed to complain on that on decision.

000

One night, Sokka had the most horrifying dream that he had ever had.

He was floating above the Spirit Swamp. That was the first strange thing he realized, and he wasn't on Blade. The other strange thing he saw was that a black Alagaësian dragon speed right in front of him with a Rider on his back. What was the person with the black dragon again? King Galbatorix? Wasn't the dragon called Shruikan? He didn't pay attention during Eragon's dronings again.

Which one do we kill? Sokka heard Shruikan ask.

Any one, Galbatorix replied. As long as they give us the strength we need. They aren't from our world so why should we care if they die? He was a tall man with black hair and cape. He had a black sword at his hip. His fierce brown eyes shone with madness. Sokka did not want to be caught.

Shruikan began to descend and Sokka floated down slowly. The dragon landed in front of a bamboo forest, creating gusts of winds. He was much taller than both Blade and Saphira combined. Saphira was probably a third of height and Blade was even smaller.

Galbatorix hid behind a bonsai tree and Shruikan flew back to the skies. They couldn't see Sokka. In fact, he couldn't see himself. He was invisible. That was at the least of worries; he wanted to see what they were going to do.

A giant figure came out of the bamboo stalks. His black-and-white form and six arms were unmistakable to Sokka. It was Hei Bai.

With a bloodcurdling scream, Shruikan flew out of the sky, claws out stretched, ready to kill.

Hei Bai got wind of the attack. He jumped out of the way and launched himself at Shruikan.

Shruikan was too fast; he twisted around and bit Hei Bai on the side of the neck and held on, blood flowing freely. The spirit was squirming this way and that, using his blue blast of spiritual energy on Shruikan. The dragon dug all of his into Hei Bai's body, blood trickling down from where the claws pierced.

Galbatorix unsheathed his sword and stepped into the brawl.

"Hello, Hei Bai," he said coolly, pressing his sword to Hei Bai's heart.

Now, Galbatorix, growled Shruikan. Do it now!

Galbatorix nodded. With a yell, he thrust the sword into the spirit's chest.

Hei Bai didn't even have time to scream; his body dissipated into a million particles.

No, thought Sokka. They killed Hei Bai.

The dream ended; Sokka woke up in a cold sweat.

Sokka. The sound of his name made him jump.

Sokka. Blade had woken up. Sokka, is everything okay?

Sokka stayed silent; the thought of Galbatorix killing Hei Bai overwhelmed him.

Do you want to talk about it?

Sokka pulled the covers over him.

Okay, then.

When he finally settled into a fitful sleep, his last thought was that Galbatorix should've gone to Koh instead.

000

The next morning, Sokka woke up red-eyed and skittish. Every little noise made him jump. He was so bad that Eragon told him to rest, which was good in its own little way.

While Sokka was eating toast at the newly refurbished table with everyone else, Nasuada came in holding a letter excitedly.

"Orik's going to be crowned king!" she exclaimed. "And we're invited to Tronjheim for the coronation!"

Really long chapter. That's the longest I've ever written and it took me three days to write this! Although I was suppose to be doing a report instead. Look what I did: I killed off a major spirit. Yay me.

Oh, Happy Chinese New Year!