Answer to the joke: Take me to your liter.

Well? What did you expect? A masterpiece? I'm more of a groan joke kinda guy.

Without further ado, the story.

The next morning Eragon and Saphira got woke up, Eragon killed another squirrel for breakfast, and broke camp. After Eragon finished his meal he strapped himself into Saphira's saddle and she took off.

Based on the information given to them by Beetle Saphira estimated that the fastest path would lead over the plateau they saw and would take them directly there.

About 30 minutes later they were passing over the last of the plateau, high enough so that they only looked like birds to those below, and Saphira noticed a tower standing on it. The tower was blue and very high up. It looked a lot like the other great machines they had seen coming into Hyrule.

Hmm, there seem to be quite a lot of those structures around here. Saphira rumbled.

Eragon agreed.

Another thirty minutes passed without interruption and they were flying over a group of mountains, they weren't particularly tall just steep, and Saphira began descending.

What's happening? Eragon questioned.

If those directions the bug-man have you were correct then we should be nearing the town, Kakariko. Was her reply.

Ahh.

Soon after they were concealed by the mountains and Eragon hopped off her back to continue on foot. She gave him a mental map of the surrounding areas as well as a path she thought would be most effective to get to the town.

Armed with these Eragon made his way through the steep, mountainous terrain. The path was good but had him go around several mountain that he would have otherwise had to traverse. Even with the path he still had to climb over a couple cliffs.

After a while Eragon came upon a man made path, sparsely decorated with arches, set between two cliff faces and realized that this was what Saphira had been leading him to.

He followed the path as it winded it's way through the cliffs. The arches became more frequent until they path opened up into a small valley. In the valley stood a small, lively town. The design of the buildings was strange. The roofs were made out of straw and sticks but very densely packed. The roofs were shaped like a tent but the top ridge was slightly rounded. The houses themselves were made of wood.

The town had two small farms, one with carrots and the other with pumpkins, and a patch of tilled ground with several white and pink flower tipped trees.

Near the center of the town was a pond with a shrine in the center and a wooden pathway leading to it.

The greatest sight, though, was a huge house on the far side of the village. It was built in the same fashion as the other buildings but it was much bigger. It was built on a jutting piece of rock with a staircase leading up to it. The roofs was like the others but the very top was like a cross instead of a line like a tent.

As Eragon progressed he walked over a small bridge that led over a stream which fed into the pond. He proceeded through the village along a well worn path before coming to a stop before the great house. There were two guards in slightly baggy white clothing wearing folded straw-like hats standing by the staircase, they paid him no mind.

At once Eragon felt a strange feeling come over him, it compelled him to enter the building. Eragon tried to fight it and actually tried to walk away but the sensation overpowered his defenses and forced him up the stairs. Eragon expected the guards to try to stop him but they have him no heed.

He reached the top of the stairs to find a young woman cleaning the wood. She glanced at him before dashing around the side of the house and, he assumed, into an entrance he was unaware of.

Unfazed, Eragon proceeded in, still compelled by the strange force. When he walked through the doors he became aware of a small woman sitting at the far side of the room. She was on top of several pillows, each smaller than the last. She was also old, very old. Probably the oldest person Eragon had ever seen, except for elves, riders, and dwarfs.

As Eragon entered the force vanished.

The woman's skin was loose with age and her eyebrows hung down over her eyes so she appeared to be sleeping. But she wasn't and that fact was made clear when she asked

"Who are you?" Her voice was raspy and weak but still held a bit of power in it.

Eragon quickly thought of a name to use as a cover but decided it would be easier to just tell them his real name. Also, they probably had never heard of him, or Hyrule.

"My name is Eragon", he responded.

"My name is Impa and I have been alive for 120 years." She stated. "And, not once, have I felt someone like you."

Eragon gulped. 120 years! How could she live that long!

"You are no hylian. Of that I am sure. But neither are you Sheika. What are you?"

"I..." Eragon stammered. "I am a human."

"Hmmm", she responded. "Come closer." She beckoned him forward.

When Eragon was three feet away he stopped.

"Show me your right hand", she murmured.

Eragon, reluctantly, showed her his palm. When Impa saw his palm she reached out and took hold of his hand and lightly touched his Gedwëy ignasia. The moment she touched it she drew back.

"So it was you I felt enter our realm a few days ago." She said. "Who did you enter with? Don't lie to me, I could feel them."

"That... was my friend", Eragon frantically tried to come up with something. "We both traveled here together."

"And how did you and your friend get across the Great Divide?" She questioned. "Perhaps by... flying? Don't lie to me."

Eragon sighed, realizing that there was no way around it except to tell her the truth, but, as he opened his mouth to answer, she interrupted him.

"Wait, that is not a question for me to ask. We all have our secrets and some of us deserve to keep them. I feel that you are among those." Impa interrupted.

Eragon could feel himself relax, grateful to be out of that situation.

"There is an inn here that you should stay at, at least for tonight. Tomorrow morning you should come back here, there is some I still need to tell you."

With that Impa was clearly finished speaking and Eragon felt it was time to leave and find the inn. He would have preferred to head back to Saphira but as he exited the building he saw that the sun was already dipping below the horizon.

Time is different here, the days are much shorter. He thought to himself. When he reached the base of the stairs one of the guards stopped him and pointed him to the inn.

When Eragon arrived at the inn he found a half asleep desk keeper who yawned before asking "Are you the one Impa said to let sleep for free?"

Eragon nodded, assuming that he was.

"When do you want me to wake you?" The desk keeper yawned.

"The morning", Eragon replied half assuming that he wouldn't be awake, let alone be able to wake others.

The desk keeper directed Eragon to an open bed and the moment Eragon laid down he was out cold. He hadn't slept in anything close to a bed for several days, and while he did love spending time with Saphira she wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay on so the bed felt like a cloud.

The next morning Eragon was woken up by the desk keeper and realized that he would have probably slept in had it not been for him. Eragon laid in bed for several minutes before he could muster up the will to swing his legs over the side and pull himself off the bed.

Once he was up he left the inn before making his way up to Impa. When he reached her she went on to tell him about some monster named Calamity Gannon that had taken over Hyrule and the four Divine Beasts across the land (Eragon had gotten a brief look at them when he and Saphira first entered Hyrule) and that the beasts needed to be freed before Gannon could be safely defeated.

Once Eragon had a good understanding of the situation Impa paused.

"There is a soldier whose destiny it is to defeat these beasts, I am sending you to join and aid him in this battle. He will be heading north to Rito village and you might be able to catch him along the way."

Impa showed Eragon a map and pointed out where he should wait for the soldier.

"He has been asleep for a long time but he still retains skill with weapons that very few could hope to match, and even fewer could overcome, his name is..." Impa hesitated. "Link"

I'm sorry this took a while, I was almost finished with this chapter when something happened and most of this chapel was erased. After that I just had a lot of trouble picking this story back up.

Joke: What do you call a fruit that can't get married quickly?