Well, here's the latest update. I almost hit a bump with the storyline, but luckily evaded it. Anyway, I hope that this story keeps flourishing, and that my writing improves. If there are any big mistakes, please tell me. About Eragon, Lysela, Roran…Any of the characters! Anyway, enjoy the chap!
Disclaimer: You know the drill! I love Chris and wish I could write like that…I don't own Eragon, but that's okay. I'm content with fanfics.
Days had past, much to Eragon's hatred. He had promised Lysela three hours, and he had been gone for several days! He had a feeling that when he approached home, he would be tied to a chair for the rest of his days, but this was the least of his frustrations.
Sloan had refused to trade with him. That man that called himself the town butcher had refused to trade with him.
He was lucky to get any meat at all, and he was fortunate that Katrina had been there in time to try to help. And that Horst had been kind enough to purchase some meat for his family. He seemed to always owe debts to villagers lately.
He shifted his pack against him, as he headed up towards his Uncle's farm. The land had not been it's best this season. The ground had been too dry, and with winter approaching, he would have to gather what was possible with his cousin.
His footsteps approached the porch, which he knocked on the door rapidly. He heard feet patter across the wood floor, and he seemed to falter back when he felt something leap onto him.
"ERAGON!" the voice cried, as Lysela hugged tightly onto him. He grinned, pulling her against him fiercely.
"I'm back," he greeted, as he was showered with tight squeezes and kisses from his little sister.
"I thought we agreed on three hours!" she complained, as he rubbed her back gently. He had expected her to be mad. Mad was not even close to what he expected. But she just seemed too relieved.
"I'm sorry, I had to get food for us. At least there's no vegetables," he admitted, lifting her up against his hip. She patted him lovingly on the head, having no care in the world how long he was gone, just that he was now back.
"Roran was worried too. So you have to say sorry to us!" she insisted, as the two stepped into the cabin. He spotted his uncle sitting at the table, turning around to see Eragon and Lysela hugging each other.
"Welcome back…what have you got there, boy?" he asked, motioning to Eragon's bulging bag. The young man hung his cloak on one of the rungs on the wall, his bow and quiver of arrows leaned against the wall.
"Meat. I managed to buy some," he said, glancing over at his aging uncle. The man was a kind old man, though refusing charity. He was independent, and quite strong for his age. That was what made his children love him so much. Tattered, worn clothing was on him, yet the eyes of a gentle person shone through his wrinkled face.
"You bought it? How did you get the money?" he asked sternly, just like any worried parent would. The boy was like his own son, considering that he had raised him.
"Not exactly…Horst helped me out," he admitted quietly, as Lysela grabbed his arm.
"Come on! Roran hasn't had any time to play with me, and Katrina's too busy to play with me," she begged, as she pulled him towards the door. The old man motioned for him to join her which he obliged. His eyes did say that they would indeed finish that conversation later, when the child was not around. Lysela did not need to hear them argue.
The two ran outside, the crisp autumn leaves seeming to dance on the ground. Eragon enjoyed this time of year, the cool winds and the fall of the leaves.
"Toss me!" Lysela cried, as he lifted the child up. Twirling her around, she giggled hysterically as he spun in her in flips.
"Here it goes! Don't hurt yourself!" he called, as he tossed her into a pile of leaves. The girl landed perfectly, sitting up and smiling warmly.
"Again!" she asked, as he lifted her up onto his shoulders. He had an idea, and this would probably be the best trick he ever performed with his little acrobat.
"Okay. Mind if I do something new?" he asked, her response a simple shake of her head. The teenager grinned, lifting her up and swinging her around from each of his sides and then tossing her towards the pile.
"Come on!" she called, as he leapt beside her. She smiled, throwing a fistful of leaves at him. Eragon did not expect it, leaves flying at him as he spat them out of his mouth.
"Blech, I didn't want to eat leaves when I got home!" he yelped, rubbing his tongue as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth.
"You should have expected this out of me! I am a master…" she remarked, hugging him tightly as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Yeah, I should have you little monster," he replied sharply, swatting at her arm playfully.
"But you said that I'm YOUR little monster," she retorted, a mischievous grin across her lips. He kissed her forehead, that smile so much like his mother's.
"Definitely…hey, monster? Can I ask you something?" he asked quietly, unsure of if he should tell her of his discovery. Would it really hurt to tell her about the stone?
"Sure, go ahead," she said, unsure of what he meant.
"Well, I found something in the Spine. A stone. And well, it is sort of strange. It's hollow, and it's the strangest colors of blue," he described, as the girl frowned.
"It doesn't sound all that strange. It sounds pretty!" she said, wondering where he had put it temporarily.
"I guess it is. I'll show you it later, before bed. So for now, I think we're going to end up trading it. Sloan wouldn't take it, so I guess we'll have to," he explained.
Lysela grinned at the mention of the butcher. "You missed a lot when you were gone…" she said, giggling at what had occurred.
"What is it, Ly?" Eragon asked, frowning. She looked around to make sure that Roran was not around.
"Roran and Katrina kissed! In the kitchen! I went to go get some breakfast after she came over and then I saw them kissing," she explained quickly, her older brother bursting into laughter.
"Wow. He finally plucked up the courage to do it. That's definitely amazing itself. Have you been teasing him?" he asked after managing to stop him from laughing.
"Yep. I've been teasing him for the past few days," she replied, rubbing her hands together with pleasure. He ruffled her hair, winds sending chills down his spine.
"Come on, we better get inside. Maybe it will snow tonight," he said, taking Lysela's hand and leading her back to the house.
"Okay," she stated, skipping back into the house. He chased after her, the dreary clouds seeming to cast a winter spell upon Palancar Valley.
And yet the most magnificent snowflakes settled onto the grassy land, giving birth to the cold air that swirled amongst the local villages. And the family of Garrow was neatly tucked away into their home, unaware that destiny was not going to release them from its grasp.
Well, the update was a little short…I'm very sorry about that. Anyway, if you got a chance to read this, please review! I need reviews; critical criticism or just a hello would be nice! Thanks!
-Sparrow'sknight101