Alagaesia High

Chapter 11: Not the End

Pinched the bridge of his nose, Eragon contemplated the events of last night. It had gone well, in the beginning. Then, it had steadily deteriorated. Culminating in Arya kissing a ball of slime in humanoid form.

So now, he had some options. He could sit here and mope (he was inclined to follow this option). Or, as Roran suggested, he could win her back by being faithful to her. Or, he could look for someone else, as Raudhr suggested. Eragon had agreed to this until he remembered Arya's brilliant emerald eyes and the fact that Raudhr had no soul. Or morals. Or ethics, etc.

Eragon took another sip of his coffee. One thing he knew. He had to do something, and soon, because a fiery ball of rage had burst in his collarbone that night and it had been rising to the surface. Fast. Why, this morning, he had snapped at Saphira so brutally that she had slapped him.

Eragon did what all men do in times of great indecision. He flipped a coin.

Well, he did a certain maneuver with a coin that made it likely that it would land on its side. Okay, he thought, heads, I mope, tails, I go all Labrador retriever on her, side, I look for a new girl. He spun it, watching the light dance merrily of it. It slowly stopped. On its side. Eragon sighed and knocked it over so that the tails insignia was facing skyward.

He rose and prepared himself for the groveling that was to come.

All is not as it seems, so stay tuned! And this isn't the end, just an intermission. Chappie ten isn't the end, but anyone can read it that way. I have a sudden desire to make Saphira and Eragon get together, but I made them siblings, so I won't. Not that messed up. Made some additions to my bio, of anyone wants to check it out. I feel like thanking all reviewers for being uber-fantastically amazing, those who read but don't review are Duraqqs, (Losers in Russian), that is all.

Martha Jones: I LOVE YOU DOCTOR!

Doctor: BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU MARTHA!

*Heartbreak*

How the hell did this happen, Eragon thought as shapes and people blurred past. He was slung over Raudhr's shoulder, who was sprinting to some god-forsaken place. Why? Nobody knows.

Suddenly, the world took a sickening lurch, and stopped. Raudhr dropped the junior unceremoniously, seized his chin, and directed his gaze to a girl standing in a large crowd. Eragon would have gaped if not for Raudhr's secure hold on his chin.

Wait, that was Arya! She was in a brilliant emerald dress, and chatting amiably with Faolin. The ball of fire that had been lurking in Eragon's chest flew to his throat. That was the dress she had worn to the club with him! He snarled "That bit"-

Raudhr cut him off by clamping his hand over Eragon's mouth. An impish smirk found its way into Raudhr's complexion. "Aren't you a fickle one? One moment you're completely devoted to her, the next she's, well, what I suspect you were about to say." He chuckled.

Eragon shot him a withering glare. Really, you are heartless, he thought, glancing up at Raudhr. Raudhr smirked and released Eragon, and ushered for him to go to her.

"What?" Eragon whispered, confused.

Raudhr grinned in a rather lewd manner. "Well, if you want to jump Faolin, go ahead. I ain't defending him. A little, ah, mishap occurred. All defense of him from me has been withdrawn. He is a son of bit"- Eragon jokingly covered Raudhr's mouth, though it had little effect.

Eragon rose, and prepared to sprint towards Faolin. However, his heart quailed when he thought about it. He would be able to deliver a nice punch, maybe two, but then he would be pounded to a pulp, and no closer to Arya.

He sighed and crouched back next to Raudhr. He really was beginning to hate Raudhr's smile.

"You, my friend, have been taught a life lesson, one that cannot be taught by words but only conveyed by experience. I've no idea how to put into words, but you get it, don't you?"

Eragon nodded mutely.

"Well, I'm off. Found this real nice girl, name of Trianna. We're totally together. She just doesn't know it yet." He stated, jogging towards a girl with a notable silver snake bracelet.

Eragon sighed, and just lay on the grass. He felt like frickin' Arthur Dent. It was not a nice feeling. He was sure that Raudhr felt like the Doctor, and Faolin the cat that got the cream. He sighed deeply and piteously.

A giggling female voice chattered over him. He grunted, and twisted his head to observe who it was. Raudhr had slung the girl he had observed earlier over his shoulder and was sauntering away. The sight was so amusing that Eragon couldn't help but laugh. Arya turned her head at the sound of his laughter, and searched for the source of his amusement. She too burst into gales of merriment as she caught sight of Raudhr hauling his prize away, who was notably complacent. Faolin joined in, and soon everyone was chuckling at the scene.

Eragon prayed he and Arya could still be friends, at the very least, though he knew that he would eternally long to be more than a friend to her.

Well, nothing much, but a nice little FxA if I do say so myself. Once again, I find myself tempted to leave it here. Time to set up a poll! Also review with your opinions, because if there are no reviews it ends here. I think Raudhr's done, I mean as a main character, but maybe not. This was supposed to be an ExA fic, after all, and is turning out to be something else. Well, they may get together, but it won't be meaningless fluff. An actual plot! Interesting, it seems I just can't abide by fluff and one-shots. Have to have some real stuff. I could never, even if I tried, write a one-shot. I mean, really, there's no plot in them. How can there be, they're only one chapter! By the way, I will start writing my Brom fic once this is done, in a addition to my tennis with Groose Almighty.