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On with the story!
Alison
"How do you know about them?" Nathan asked.
"About who?" I was puzzled.
"Eragon, Saphira, Alagaésia," He waved his hand around.
"In this book," I replied, picking up the green covered book with an image of Firnen on the front. "It's a very good book, you should read it sometime."
"May I see it?" Nathan held out his hand.
"You have to read this book first," I said, walking over to the bookshelf and picking a nice sapphire blue book off the shelf. I handed it to him.
"Eragon," he gasped, reading the front cover.
"What?" I asked, beginning to get confused again.
"Eragon is my half brother," Nathan said. Suddenly it all came crashing into place.
"Murtagh," I whispered.
His head snapped up. "How do you know?"
I laughed despite the situation. "In that book, it tells the tale of Eragon and Saphira and their battle against the Empire. Eragon had a half brother, Murtagh, who served the Empire."
"I was forced to," Murtagh interrupted.
"But in that book Murtagh had a dragon," I continued, "by the name of Thorn."
Murtagh stared at the wall of my room, eyes full of loss. "Thorn is no longer around. He was a wonderful dragon and he helped defeat the Empire, but as we were leaving Alagaésia we were caught in a freak storm. Thorn flew me to the ground and I got off to tighten his saddle, but the wind caught his wings and-" A tear ran down his cheek.
"He does sound like a wonderful dragon," I said, patting his shoulder.
"He was," Murtagh quickly wiped the tear away. "We'd better get some rest."
"Yes, you can read that book while I go get some blankets," I said, walking over to the door.
"Okay," Murtagh said, lying down on my bed and reading the book.
I walked out of my room and to a cupboard in the hallway. I opened it and grabbed a yellow and blue fuzzy blanket. I shut the cupboard and turned to walk to my room.
"Alison," my mum called.
I walked back into the kitchen, where mum was still sitting at the bench reading a magazine. "Yes Mum."
"Is that boy staying for the night?" Mum asked curiously.
I nodded. "Yes, but he's leaving in the morning." Then I added quickly, "That's okay with you, isn't it?"
"I'm going to ring his parents and ask if he's allowed to stay," Mum said.
"No Mum!" I said. "His parents aren't home."
"I'll ring them later then." Mum went back to reading her magazine. "You like him, don't you."
"What! No!" I argued. "I don't like him."
"You do," Mum stated.
"Not," I called over my shoulder as I walked down the hallway.
"This is a really good book," Murtagh said as I walked back into the room. I closed the door behind me.
I dumped the blanket on his lap and he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of my bed letting the blanket fall to the floor. I was quite shocked to see that he was already half way through the book. "You're a fast reader," I commented.
"Mother said it was a talent." Murtagh looked pleased with himself.
"So what do you want to do?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Murtagh put a piece of paper in the book and closed it.
"We can't go to sleep, it's only six thirty," I said.
"Six thirty?" Murtagh asked.
"Time." I sighed. "I'll teach you another day."
Murtagh nodded. "And I'll teach you to fight with a sword."
I was taken aback. Sword fighting. It was a sport, but not many people did it. It would be so different to learn to parry attacks, but fun at the same time. To my surprise, I was excited.
"Should we go to sleep now or do something else?" I asked Murtagh, who was reading again.
"I don't mind," Murtagh replied.
"Hey, let's watch TV," I said, switching on the TV in my room. I hardly ever watched it. I turned it on and flicked to the news report.
'In other news today, there was an assault on a nearby school. Student Rachael reports; there was a guy in our class and my best friend, you know, like tackled the guy and stole his gun. Then she ran away.
'Thank you Rachael, now if anyone sees these two people' a really bad picture of me came on the screen, as well as a sketch of Murtagh, please contact crime stoppers on 123 456 789 10. That's all from me, reporter Rikky, signing out.'
I looked at Murtagh. He looked back at me. "We're in a little trouble," he said.
I nodded. "That we are."
Someone knocked on the door. "Alison, Nathan," Mum's voice called.
"Yes." Had she been watching TV? Did she see the report?
"Dinner is ready," she replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on Murtagh," I said. "I mean Nathan."
Murtagh put his book down and followed me out the door. We walked out of the corridor and into the kitchen. There was a door leading to an outside patio with some lovely wooden chairs and a table. The table was filled with salads, burgers, cheese, sauce and pretty much everything. Mum was already at the table.
The patio has the best view ever. We live on a hill and the sun sets opposite our house, so we eat dinner and watch the sunset. From the patio you can also see the whole of our town, Woodville or Little Woody as Rachael called it.
I chose a chair and Murtagh sat beside me. "What do you call these?" Murtagh asked.
"Burgers," Mum replied. "You can put anything on them you like."
I loaded up my burger and began to eat it. It was delicious. The tomato sauce was dripping down my hand. Soon we had finished dinner.
When we had all finished eating, we put away all the stuff we had used. I followed Murtagh to my room and flopped on the bed. Murtagh sat on me.
"Get off," I laughed, heaving him off me.
"Good night," he said, lying down on the floor covered in the blue and yellow blanket. "We leave tomorrow."
"Mhm," I said. I had no idea where we'd go.
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