Alagaesia High

Chapter 6

For ya'll's info, Izlanzadi is Arya's older sister. Just makes it easier on me. Her mom works too much, and doesn't really interact with her. The mom will be known as "Mrs. Drottningu." That's all. And of course, responses to my lovely reviewers.

Lost Grey Soul: Sorry again for calling you Lost Grey Wolf, and the 11th, without a doubt in my mind.

Keyblademasta12: Why thank you. I appreciate it with all my soul. And yes, I like the thought of Eragon winning by trickery also.

Ghost Who Walks: Thanks for pointing out the "brining Eragon down" thing. I appreciate it. And the whole reason Murtagh betrayed him will be revealed soon. It was a serious reason, trust me. And believe me, it's looking like we're gonna have some MxA and FxA, even if that's not how it ends. And you'll like this chapter, even though it's obscenely short. Well not really, at least compared to chapter 4 it's not. Well, you are my most faithful reviewer, and I appreciate it. BAI!

Members of the Varden surged to Eragon, bellowing a wordless roar of triumph. Faolin sneered and stalked away, snatching his discarded blade from the ground. Arya considered following him, but knew that he would just need to cool off.

She turned back to Saphira and Glenwing. Saphira used an odd weapon that consisted of series of spikes running down her forearms and shins, which appeared far more versatile than Glenwing's simple longsword. Even as Arya turned to follow the battle, an elbow struck Glenwing in the temple, felling him. Arya dashed to her friend and verified that he was not injured and turned to Roran and Izlanzadi.

To her surprise, Roran was dancing away from her blows, not at all his usual approach. Suddenly, he toppled Eragon's "mount" towards her, stunning her for just a moment. That was all Roran ever needed, though. His hammer lashed out, seemingly of its accord, striking her sword wrist. Her blade clattered to the ground and Roran bashed her in the temple, grinning. Arya sprinted towards the oblivious warrior, fully prepared to beat him to the ground for hurting her sister. Suddenly, a pair of surprisingly small hands bent her arms behind her back firmly.

"Let's be reasonable, yeah? Leave him be, he won without breaking any rules." Katrina's voice floated around her shoulder. Arya struggled around a bit, but Katrina was either damn strong or fueled by something Arya just wasn't.

When Izlanzadi didn't get up after a while, she began to thrash with new resolve, but found no resistance.

She turned around to see Eragon holding Katrina gently but firmly away from Arya. "Be reasonable, yeah?" He repeated, and winked at Arya. "I'm sure she was just checking on her sister." He let Katrina go and headed in Roran's direction, preparing to give him a piece of his mind.

Arya dashed to Izzy's side, and began shaking her. She found no response.

"Wake up, Izzy!" she shook her, hard. Izzy groaned weakly.

She looked up to see Roran, caught by the collar by Eragon, who snarled "If you concussed her, I swear I'll"-

"Knock it off!" Nasuada barked, and knelt next to Arya.

Eragon strode over and offered "I can treat a concussion! They teach you that in Boy Scouts."

Arya and Nasuada's heads both snapped up in surprise. "You're a Boy Scout?" Arya asked, completely blindsided.

"Yeah. Any real man is." Eragon replied, then turned and hollered "Get me some ice!", and then pointed at one soldier and commanded "You. Get her some ice." He scurried away, and Eragon whirled back to Arya. "Talk to her. It helps." He suggested.

Arya gulped and muttered "Hey Izzy, remember that time you fell out of a tree and thought you broke your neck?" She felt like an idiot.

"You have to talk louder." Eragon urged, glancing at Izzy. He then mumbled "Sorry." And whipped off his shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Arya stammered, jumping away from him. He shot her a dirty look and ripped a strap of cloth from it, then began to look through Izzy's hair.

"Ah ha!" He shouted victoriously, then tied the sash around her head at the point he had been examining. He then pulled his shirt, or what was left of it, back on. "I need some warm water, ASAP!" He bellowed, his voice deep and commanding. Then, as an afterthought he added "And some cold water!" Somebody tossed him a bottle of frosty water, which he snatched deftly out of the air. He screwed off the cap, and then knelt, slowly drizzling it on her forehead. Somebody pitched a bag of ice right at his head, which Arya caught, then handed to him. He placed on her temple.

Just as he began to look like he had nothing else, Izzy sputtered "What the fu"-

"I've got you." Arya crooned soothingly. Izzy lifted her hand to rub her head when Eragon gripped her wrist gently.

"Don't do that," he warned, "You'll make it worse." A steaming water bottle was rolled to him. He opened it and addressed Izzy. "This is going to hurt like the devil itself." He explained in an apologetic tone. He untied the cloth and began pouring the water on her temple.

"HOLY CRAP!" Izzy screamed, slapping her hand on the ground. "Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!" Eragon grimaced but kept up. "FRICKIN' OW!" Izzy groaned one last time, and then Eragon lifted the bottle away and explained.

"It keeps out infection. That could have saved your life." He screwed the lid back on and tossed it into the crowd. Arya rested her head on Eragon's shoulder, suddenly exhausted by the whole ordeal.

"Thanks." She mumbled simply, and Eragon replied "De nada." They sat there in that pose, Arya and Eragon kneeling, her head on his shoulder, Izzy swearing pungently, for a while. Then Eragon shook himself and rose, then turned and addressed his warriors.

"As Acting Captain of the Varden, I declare this meet over due to circumstances that were unfortunately dangerous. After all, we would only have ten minutes left in the meet anyways." He declared, and then began to jog away. He stopped, though, and turned.

"Hey Arya!" he called.

She turned and replied "Yeah?"

Eragon gulped and asked the time-honored phrase, "Want to go to the movies later?"

Arya grinned and called back. "Sure. There's a midnight premiere for Harry Potter." She turned and jogged away, leaving Eragon with a giddy smile on his face.

All is not as it seems, Padawans! Eragon will still have to keep her! Let us not forget the embittered (Not really) elf, Faolin. And the devilishly handsome Murtagh!