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Chapter 1: Discovery
(Of Wilson)
Eragon: (sneaks through the trampled weed grass, trying the hardest not to make the crunchy noise with his feet)
Narrator: Far away in the Spine, a mountainous area that no one dared to enter, save for one, the village idiot – this boy of only fourteen-
Eragon: (glares at sky and whispers loudly) Fifteen! (continues on his way, breaking a stick with his foot)
Narrator: Fifteen… you sure don't look it! He carries with him his favourite toys, his bow and arrows. The young hunter strings his bow as he spots something….
Eragon: Shhh! (looks down at ground) Oh, wabbit tracks. (strings bow and pulls out three arrows) Be vewy, vewy quiet…
Narrator: An injured doe scampers past amongst her herd. Despite the limp, the deer is able to scamper with grace on three legs! The hunter nocks an arrow…
Eragon: (nocks arrow and creeps forward, aiming the arrow at the doe)
Narrator: The boy shoots, and sco- misses him by a hair! A disturbance wracks the forest…
The Herd of Deer: (scatter)
EXPLOSION: (explodes) BOOM!!
Eragon: (whirls around and spots a shiny blue… something through the smoke and mist) What's that? (squints and waves hand to fan smoke away) Eww – someone burnt the popcorn…
Narrator: Indeed, the air was thick with the smell of burnt popcorn…
Eragon: (walks forward and prods blue thing with arrow, screams-)
Narrator: -like a girl-
Eragon: (-and jumps back) Hmm… moves forward and pokes blue thing with arrow a couple times making a dull tin-like ting
Narrator: Our young hunter likes to make sure his prey is dead by poking it to death with an arrow…
Eragon: (pokes once more and picks it up) What are you? Are you a – hey! I got it! You need a name, blue dude… furrows brow and sticks out bottom lip in thought I know! Wilson - you will be Wilson until I trade you for food. Yes, you must be worth some companionship for Sloan! He's been lonely ever since his wife died – but I think she killed herself intentionally. I wouldn't be able to take living with him either. (starts to set up camp and sets Wilson down by his bedroll)
Wilson: …
Eragon: I hope you like Sloan Pockets, Wilson. I have cheesy hamburger, meatball, and the one's I call 'Good Morning's' - they are the breakfast kind! (sings) The best part of waking up is a Sloan Pocket in your guuut!
Wilson: ….
Narrator: And so this chapter closes as our young hunter eats his dinner with his blue thingy he had named Wilson and falls into a peaceful sleep.
Wilson: …
Narrator: (pokes Wilson with arrow)
Wilson: (ting)
Narrator: I've always wanted to do that!