Mark SilverWing: Nope, it's Murtagh, Arya, Brom, Eragon, and random blonde lady who boarded a rather unlucky plane.
Tamerlain85: Everyone's saying that but nope . She will be in this however, just maybe not as you would expect. Thank you for reviewing on both stories!:)
Elemental Dragon Slayer: Nope, not yet but I'll make him Later for sure! And yup. Here they come!
N-Six: I never thought of it that way, but now that you pointed it out I guess she could have been seen as a slave ha-ha. But nah, not really in this. You'll see! Thank you for your words
Doubrown: Cool, hope I haven't lost you!
Timkaylor885: Thank you!
Author's apology: Hi everyone, I'm so sorry. I know it's been a really long time. I do have very good reasons why I was gone but they are quite personal. Just keep me in your prayers. I do thank all of you who expressed your concern.
p.s I think I should clarify. Arya is native American Indian, not Indian like our lovely friends from India. Though hey, that would be cool… but for this story she's Native American. You might have known that, but I just wanted to set it right.
-lioness
Prieviously: "We are not alone." warned a cool, richly accented voice. All eyes shot to the woman in question before a high pitched howl pierced the night.
The hair on my neck rose as I watched in horror, several pairs of luminescent yellow eyes light up the darkness.
Dear God protect us.
Day 2
The Indian woman, having been the furthest out, had to slowly stand to her feet as the intimidating wolves progressed out of the night.
As they neared, I watched her shoulders tense as she fought with her bindings along her wrists and I attempted to run to her aid. I strong hand caught my arm.
I glanced back to see Brom, shaking his head and watching the scene with a mixture of fear and sadness.
The wolves growled in unison at the woman, muzzles drawn back into taunt snarls as the hairs on their backs rose aggressively. One came forth and swatted at her but missed as she managed leap out of the way, landing in a half crouch. Another then crept forward, this time coming at an angle and forcing her to give her back to the pack as she tried to avoid and dance around him.
Unable to see from behind, a third wolf pounced on her back and sent the woman sprawling in the snow, biting down hard on her shoulder as the rest of the pack then converged for their share of the meal.
Her screams changed something in me and without thinking I immediately broke free of Brom's grip and blindly leapt into the fray of fur and teeth. I caught a few off guard and began kicking and fighting in any way possible but the wolves were very aggressive and retaliated mercilessly. I cried out in pain as one clamped down on my face and sunk his teeth into my flesh. Another began to nip at legs and arms, making me squirm in attempts to be free of the madness.
A gun shot was fired and suddenly the fury of fur and violence came to a screeching halt. I could not see who had done it at first, but then with one eye I saw Brom with a rifle aimed directly at the wolf chewing on my face. He re-cocked his pistol and fired again, this time sending a bullet straight through the creature's head. The animal collapsed and his fangs fell from my face as the others fled, howling and hissing angrily as Brom continued to fire after them.
With the one good eye still functioning, I blinked through the blood running down my face and saw the woman laying just a few feet from me, unconscious and bleeding from her shoulder profusely.
"Brom help…help her…" I croaked, just before losing consciousness.
I could feel the sun on my face as I leaned back in the pick-up of uncle Garrow's truck. Smiling, I thought to myself that I was mighty smart, choosing such a hiding place and that he'd never find me here.
I could hear him calling my name and making snide remarks and threats about my doomed fate when he'd catch me. And my mother was a Billy goat!
"Oh not you won't uncle Garrow." I snickered and crossed my legs at the ankles, completely content beneath the sun and the security of my hiding place. Just then, there was a ruffling in the bushes to my right and I squeezed my eyes shut tight, sucking in my lip to keep the laughter at bay.
"Oh Eragon," he called, "when I find you I'm gunna get you. Oh yes," he taunted, "you just wait in see cause ima-"
"GET YOU!" but instead of my uncle's face I saw a wolf and screamed as he leapt at me, fangs and claws extended for the kill…
A cool hand touched my forehead and I leapt forward, startled and yelling as I awoke from the nightmare. Instantly I cried out in agony, attempting to claw at the horrible itch near my left eye...
"Enough!" snapped what sounded like Brom and hands reached out and stilled my movements. "Eragon, be calm or you'll make it worse."
I tried to open my eyes but the pain came back full force and I found that I could only lift my right eye. The other one was…
"That was probably the stupidest thing I'd ever seen boy. Were you disappointed that you survived the plane crash? Or did you just think some good old turok action would do you in?" With my working eye, I glanced at Brom through and found him to be glaring while the others stood behind him, hovering.
"We should have just let them eat him; maybe they'd have leave us alone then." Spoke the black haired man, his face pale with fear as he scanned the area for any signs of the pack.
I could hear the blonde woman whimpering as she looked at something off to my left that I couldn't see.
"Look what those horrible monsters did to her." She cried, before collapsing in the snow and full blown wailing in fear. "We're already dead!"
Ignoring the pain, I lifted my head and looked to see the Indian woman whose life I had risked mine to salvage, her shoulder dripping blood though it was tied and the wound concealed by a piece of ripped clothing.. Even the snow beneath her was a dark, murky red.
I reached up to touch where my left eye was and my fingers made contact with cloth. I looked to Brom once more, fearing the worst.
"There isn't a thing we can do for that out here son, I'm sorry." He said, answering my unvoiced question.
I had lost an eye to the wolves.
Authors Note: sorry this is so short everyone, but I had to use it to make way for the next chapter. Hope you are still enjoying yourselves, and thanks for being so patient.