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Chapter 2: Who Are You?

Elena looked at the sword, from what she could tell, it was a sapphire blue color, and slowly let her eyes travel up towards the owner.

The owner of the sword currently pressed against her windpipe was a boy- no, man- who looked about her age, maybe a year younger. He had brown eyes, and dark brown hair. Under other circumstances, Elena would be admiring how well structured his body seemed to be, but as he was currently pressing a sword against her throat, that was the last thing on her mind.

Her eyes flickered over to what was standing behind the boy, and felt them widen in shock and fear. Behind him stood an apparently full grown dragon with blue scales that glittered like sapphires when it moved. Out of all things she had been expecting, seeing a dragon was not one of them. Then again, vampires, werewolves, witches, doppelgangers, and hybrids exist so it would only make sense for dragons to as well. She thought.

"Who are you?" The boy demanded, jarring her attention back to the situation she had found herself in.

"Elena. Gilbert." Elena said, realizing the truth wouldn't hurt anyone. It's not like Klaus was around; he was who knows how many centuries in the future.

"What are you?" He continued. "A shade? A spy for Galbatorix?"

A shade? Elena wondered. "A what? Whatever it is, no, I'm not. I'm not a spy for whoever he is either. I'm just a regular girl." She said. She didn't tell them she was a doppelganger who was the key to making hybrids, or that she had been sacrificed when an ancient ritual. She had a feeling it wouldn't go over well exactly with them.

She felt something brush her mind, then quickly disappear. She watched as the boy turned towards the dragon; it looked almost like they were having a conversation.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" He asked. She shook her head.

"No, I don't know." She said. To her relief, he removed the sword from her throat and sheathed it before holding out a hand to her. She eyed it warily.

"Let me help you up." He elaborated. Hesitantly, she took it and let him haul her to her feet. "Sorry about that." He apologized. "You can't be too careful in times like these. I'd never seen you around before, and you are dressed very oddly. I had to make sure you weren't a shade or a spy." He explained.

Elena looked down at her clothes. Jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of Converse. Yeah, I bet I do look strange to them. She thought.

"I'm Eragon." The boy continued. "And this is Saphira." He added, pointing to the dragon behind him.

Hello little one. A feminine voice in her head said. She jumped and looked at Saphira, who must have been the one who said it. She wondered how Saphira could do that.

"Elena." She said, even though he already knew it.

"What part of Alageasia are you from, Elena?" Eragon asked.

She blinked. "Alageasia?" She echoed. Is that where I am?

Eragon looked at her strangely. "Yes, Alageasia." He paused. "You are from here, right?" He added.

Elena hesitated. Do I tell or not tell? Would he pull the sword on me again if I say I'm not? After a few minutes of debating, she slowly shook her head, deciding to be truthful. Maybe him or Saphira could help her find a way back home.

"No, I'm not." She began. "Look, this is going to sound completely crazy, and I completely understand if you don't believe me, but I'm from the future. Somehow, one of my friends messed up a spell that sent me back in time, here to… Alageasia." She added hastily.

Eragon blinked, and she waited for him to pull his sword on her again, but to her surprise he didn't.

"I've never heard of anyone coming from the future before; perhaps you hit you're head a little hard when you fell. Though you are dressed strangely." He said. "Do you have any place to stay?"

She shook her head, and opened her mouth to say that she really was from the future, but before she could Eragon continued.

"Then you should accompany Saphira and I to Ellesmera. The elves may be able to help you, if you really are from the future." Eragon offered. Realizing she had no other choice other than wondering around with who knows what out in the wild, she accepted.

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good-" Elena began as Eragon climbed onto Saphira's back and offered her a hand to pull her up.

"This is the quickest way to Ellesmera. Just hold onto me and you won't fall. I promise." He said, and she let him help her climb into Saphira's back. She wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to ignore how much she found she liked it. "Ready?" He said. She gave a small nod.

Please don't let me fall. She prayed. "Wait, how can you do this?" She asked, wondering how he managed to get a dragon to let him ride on it's back.

Before Eragon could give her an answer, Saphira took off, and all Elena could focus on was holding on for dear life.

-E&E-

Do you really believe she's from the future? Eragon heard Saphira ask.

Yes. No one dresses like that that I've seen. He answered. I don't think she's a danger. He continued.

No. Saphira agreed. I think she's found flying isn't so bad. She continued, and Eragon turned around to find Elena smiling, her dark brown hair bellowing out behind her. Oddly enough, he found himself smiling along with her.

Why do you think she's here? He heard Saphira ask, and he turned away from Elena.

I don't know. She said it was an accident caused by one of her friends, and while that may be true, I don't think ending up here was. He admitted.

Agreed. Saphira said. The two spent the rest of the flight in silence, with Eragon occasionally glancing back at Elena, finding himself smiling along with her.

-E&E-

Sorry for the long wait, and how short the chapter is. I've been working on my other stories, and starting some new ones. Please review! I really want to know how I'm doing as a writer. Did you guys like this chapter? Do you want me to just delete this story?