Arya hacked her way through the undergrowth (which was mean as she was in Du Weldenvarden). Her will to find Chase Young was overpowering her will not to hurt the forest.
Sigh… Chase Young… the incredibly handsome, incredibly funky, incredibly… oh, there he was!
A girlish shriek escaped her lips.
"OH MY GOD IT'S CHASE YOUNG!"
Chase's expression changed to her favourite confused look.
"Firstly, how do you know who I am? I've been in this story for less than five minutes. And secondly, aren't you mad that I just murdered your only chance of overthrowing Galbatorix?"
Overthrowing Galbatorix? Since when did she want to overthrow Galbatorix? And who was this 'only chance' of doing it? …Ah yes, that little squirt who Saphira, for some reason she couldn't quite comprehend, felt some intimate bond with… now what was his name again?
Arya shook her head, refocusing her thoughts on the legend that stood in front of her.
"Five minutes of brilliance!" she screeched, remembering his earlier words. "And secondly, you're brilliant!"
Chase seemed unsure of what to do in this situation. This confused Arya. Surely he had fans where he came from?
"Um… thank you-?" he replied, somewhat awkwardly.
It was obvious that Chase was not taking their conversation anywhere, so she thought she would just let him know of her plans quickly.
"By the way, I'm just gonna follow you throughout your travels in Alagaesia." She wasn't asking for permission; she was stating the facts and there was nothing he could say or do to change them. That she could think of, anyway.
He sensed this.
"Do I have a say in this?" he enquired.
"No, not really." There was no point lying to him, after all.
Chase considered this for a moment.
"Alright, then," he spoke in his cold, evil voice, "I'll just have to destroy you."
Arya was positively thrilled, so much so that she could not control her excitement.
"YAAAAAY I'M GONNA BE DESTROYED BY CHASE YOUNG!!!" She couldn't believe it; this was the best news of her life!
Chase's expression was frantic for a moment, but quickly regained its cool composure. Eragon! That was the little boy's name!
In the time it took her to realise this, Chase's face had gone blank, almost bored.
"Oh look," he stated, his evil voice replaced by one that showed complete indifference to the whole situation, "behind you."
What?! Enemies?! Sneaking up on her precious Chase? Did they not know that he was the most sacred being in existence? They would pay for this!
"What? Where?" she asked hysterically, determined to torture these blasphemous creatures who dared to try and harm her Chasey.
She got no reply from him. Arya spun round, desperately searching for the reason for her measly life. Then she saw the tracks.
He had sidled away.