Chapter 23- Eragon Realises he's a Dummy P1…
7 hours later
It was dark by the time we reached the Az Ragni River and I could see the tent already there in the moonlight. I dismounted and sat under a tree watching as Eragon and Arya also dismounted and glanced at each other before wandering off to their own tents. I looked back up at the round lamp like full moon climbing its way up the sky and whilst wondering if it was the same one you could see from my home I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of running water and realised I was soaked through. I got up and groaned; it had rained during the night. The large sparkling river was coursing roughly against its banks. It looked fit to burst. I felt a sharp sting on the back of my arm and my knee; a large cut ran across my kneecap and some blue bruises were dotted around on my arm. I touched the cut and the blood came away slightly congealing. It had been there about an hour. "Ow," I muttered wondering what had happened. Arya came up then and narrowed her eyes at my wet attire and the mud down the back of my leggings. "You might want to wash those," she said dryly pointing to the river. I rolled my eyes and wadded in fully dressed. She shrugged but didn't say anything. The water was cool but not unbearably so and it tasted delicious. It thawed the growling in my stomach. I sighed feeling it soothe the angry wounds from the previous days. I lay back holding onto a rock so I didn't zoom off along the river as the water took the weight of my clothes and not my limbs for once.
When I got out I blow-dried myself and my clothes with magic. It didn't look too bad. I didn't notice that Eragon had been leaning against the tree next to me watching with a critical eye at my mere display of magic. "We need to train and shape your magic too," he told me as I sat cross-legged by his feet. He sat too and told me to surprise him with a spell, any spell. I grinned mischievously at him and he stared apprehensively back at me knowing no good could come of that smile.
For him anyway. 'Hmm how wise of him.' I suddenly pointed at him and said imperiously, "Frimenza!"
He yelled as he was hoisted up into the air by his hair. He thrashed around shouting, "Let me down." Arya came running and Saphira flew over too. "As you wish," I said slashing my hand down grinning still. He flipped over and landed on his back with a thump. I giggled and Saphira gave a throaty chuckle. Arya raised her eyebrows.
He got up still trying to be dignified and said, "How about one less painful?"
Struggling to keep a straight face I nodded solemnly. Then, "What spell?" I asked cautiously.
"A singing one," he suggested. "And Arya can be part of it."
"Well that's less painful in theory," I muttered at the same time as Arya shrieked. "What? NO!" backing away.
"You've got no choice," I reminded her. (Earlier we had all taken an entirely unnecessary oath in my opinion to help each other in whatever way we could to defeat Galbatorix.)
"What song?" I asked wearily, noting that resigning myself to Eragons methods was a new low.
"I don't know," he cried throwing up his hands, still miffed that Arya didn't care for his carefully thought out oath. "Do I have to think of everything?"
"Ok," I said thinking about the first song that came into my head and muttering the necessary words. A moment later me and Arya were both singing 'we buy any car' at the tops of our voices.
"Lovely, just lovely," said Saphira when we had finished.
"Was it?" Eragon asked doubtfully raising his eyebrows.
Two hands and a paw reached out to hit him.