Sorry for the brief lull. I like to get a chapter out each day but Christmas put a pause on things. Keep sending those reviews.
"Damn. How far have we gone?" I asked to no one in particular while bending over. My hands on my knees. We had finally made it to the spot where we were going to make camp for the night."
"I'm not sure. But it is no small amount of distance. I am impressed. There are very few men that can keep that pace for the majority of a day." said Brom.
"That fucking sucked! It's just like boot camp all over again!" said Chris.
"No shit man. That was horrible." I replied.
"Are you sure you can keep this up? I'm not sure where the next town is. We could be a few days away from it." said Brom.
"It's alright. We can do it. It'll still suck, but we can do it." I replied.
"Very well. I admire your perseverance." said Brom
We set up camp. Chris and I dug our sleeping holes and laid our bed rolls out. Saphira had caught a large deer for us. Eragon skinned it and cooked a very nice meal of venison.
"What do you think of that magic stuff Chris?" I asked. Brom had been teaching Eragon more about magic today.
"More weird ass shit that I don't fucking understand. I'm glad we don't have that shit back home." Chris replied.
"You don't have magic where your from?" Eragon asked.
"Nope. Not like your magic anyway. Our magicians perform stupid tricks that are of no real use. We are more technologically advanced. We have machines that can do the work of a hundred men. But we don't have magic." I replied.
"Wow. A hundred men?" asked Eragon.
"Yeah. We have machines that can pick up giant boulders. And they're only operated by one man." I replied.
"Wow. You have an interesting homeland." said Eragon.
"Same to you man." I replied.
"Enough chatting Eragon. You need to practice your sparring skills." said Brom.
"Oh I gotta see this." said Chris laughing slightly.
We watched them spar for awhile. Brom had great sword fighting skills. Eragon was good but he was no match for Brom. After awhile Eragon was bruised and breathing heavily while Brom was untouched.
"Very nice. You are both skilled." I said.
"Remember Eragon: The student must be taught before he can reach the skill of the teacher." Chris said.
"Holy shit bro. When did you get all philosophical on me?" I asked.
"Fuck you man." said Chris.
I laughed. "Whatever man. Hey Eragon, you want to learn some other stuff?" I asked.
"Very well." He said sounding beaten.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to beat on you. Just going to give you a couple things to practice." I said.
I started with the basics. I showed him basic blocking first. Then I moved onto basic striking. Hey enjoyed the speed at which I moved with him because it allowed him to relax. We worked for about an hour and a half. He had a fair understanding of what I showed him, even though he still couldn't perform the moves as well as I could.
"Very good Eragon. You have natural fighting ability. We'll practice again tomorrow night." I said.
"Thank you Frank." replied.
"No problem man." I said.
We went and sat down by the fire. After about another hour we went to bed. The following days followed this pattern. Brom taught Eragon about magic and sparring. I showed Eragon how to use his body as a weapon. Eragon became increasingly stronger over the days. He became faster and more confident in his physical training and his magical training. Finally we made it to a town on the river.