Hey so I did this once before on my old account and I'd like to test it once more. If you review, for this next one could you put your gender and age? I find it interesting to see the demographics and such. You obviously don't have to though. It's up to you.
Oh, and are you all ok with Roran being in the story as long as it sticks to this kind of short clips. I'm not going to shove chapters of him down your throat like Paolini did.
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
He rolled onto his side only to hiss in pain at the slight movement. His entire body was screaming in protest and he wanted to give in to its wishes. But somebody was knocking on the door and he didn't think ignoring them was the best option; especially when it might be Arya. Of course, to his utter disappointment, when he'd finally struggled to the door and opened it, a woman he'd never even met awaited. She held out her hand.
"I'm Gertrude Palmer. I was sent to fully assess your injuries."
Eragon took in the middle-aged woman's kind blue eyes and sweet smile, instantly deciding he liked her. He took her hand and introduced himself although he figured she already knew who he was. She stepped into the room and he frowned, having thought they'd go to the infirmary when it was time. At the moment it was only six-thirty in the morning. Making up an excuse on the fly, he turned to the woman.
"Give me just a moment. My CO wanted to be there when I was checked over so that I couldn't lie if something's up."
Gertrude nodded and went back to searching through a chart she'd been flipping through. He walked quickly to Arya's room and knocked, leaning against the doorjamb and waiting for several seconds. Soon the door opened and he was met with the sleepy face of the most beautiful woman in the world. Not being able to help it, he smiled at her.
"Hey."
She looked at him in slight annoyance.
"What the hell Eragon?"
Instantly remembering that he'd had purpose for waking her so early, he motioned towards his room.
"Gertrude Palmer. She's here to look me over."
A crease formed in her brow as she frowned.
"Why? I told Ajihad you'd be checked out in the infirmary."
He just shrugged.
"Not sure. But I told her you wanted to make sure I couldn't lie about what's really up with me so you should come."
A slight glint of amusement flashed in her eyes.
"Afraid of the doctor, Eragon?"
His fingers itched to run along her cheek.
"Maybe a bit. You gonna' come protect me?"
Rolling her eyes, Arya nodded. She retreated around the corner for a moment, coming back a couple minutes later with her hair in a pony and sweatpants on. She looked completely relaxed still, but as soon as she exited the room her shoulders straightened and she switched into serious mode. Gertrude smiled as they walked in and motioned for Eragon to sit on his bed.
"Please remove your shirt."
He glanced at Arya to see her unconsciously biting her bottom lip and fought the immediate urge to chuckle. This would be fun. He groaned at the pull on his sore muscles as he lifted the shirt over his head. Behind Gertrude Arya shifted from one foot to the other and looked away. The doctor's cool hands tore his attention from her though as pain shot through him. He winced, waiting while she pressed on his ribs and abdomen. She jotted a few things down and glanced back at Arya.
"He has three broken ribs so don't train him for at least a week. The rest of these cuts and bruises are minor and should heal quickly." She returned her eyes to him and began checking him for a concussion. After a moment she frowned. "You seem to have a small concussion so I'd be cautious of that as well. Please stand and turn around." He complied and she crossed her arms, setting down the clipboard. "These wounds are not compatible with a car hitting you, Eragon. I'd like to know what really happened."
He grimaced, his back still to both women so neither saw.
"I don't see why it's important. It had nothing to do with the mission."
Gertrude turned to Arya, expecting her to answer. She only shrugged.
"I don't find it important to share. It was a lapse of judgement, alcohol, and some confusion. Just let it go."
The doctor rolled her eyes before finishing the check up and giving him another warning about over-exertion. Before she left Arya questioned her.
"So what is the reason for a room call?"
Gertrude paused at the door.
"Orders from Ajihad. Apparently he wants you two to come to his office immediately after breakfast so there wouldn't be time for a visit. Good day, agents."
She closed the door behind her and Arya sighed.
"I wonder what's happening. It must be something they spoke about after we left. But now we have thirty minutes before we need to be there. I'm going to go get ready."
As she made to head for the door he raised a brow.
"Thirty minutes and you want to get ready? Why not sleep? Or just chill? Always so focused on being responsible." When she didn't answer he held out his hand. "Come here." She smirked at him but he just nodded his head. "You know you want to. Get over here." He could tell her ego was resisting being told what she wanted or what to do and he winked, motioning with his fingers for her to come to him. With a quiet chuckle she walked toward him and he wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. She pushed his chest with a laugh.
"Stop it."
He kept his hands locked around her waist.
"Never. Do you know how awesome you smell?"
She rolled her eyes, relaxing in his arms.
"You're strange in the morning."
He simply nodded before nuzzling her neck, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Eragon chuckled and spun them onto the bed, settling on top of her and going limp. Her hands spanned across his bare back.
"I shouldn't even be in here right now."
He sighed.
"This reminds me of a prior time where you were being rather pretentious."
She scoffed.
"You mean when we were undercover and you wouldn't let me up knowing fully how enraged I would be at your actions?"
He nodded against her shoulder pressing his lips the underside of her jaw.
"That would be the time I am thinking of."
She shifted under him, turning her head to give him better access as he peppered kisses along her neck.
"So I am pretentious when your actions were a violation of my privacy and downright inappropriate?"
He chuckled and she couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips.
"Of course. You liked it didn't you?"
She closed her eyes as he teased a rather sensitive area below her ear.
"I might have. Remembering back to that particular moment is rather difficult as I am otherwise distracted."
He paused and lifted his eyes to hers, a glint of amusement in them. But before he could talk she had switched their positions and pinned him below her. With a final kiss she escaped the reach of his arms and headed for the door.
"I really should get ready. As should you. I'll see you in ten minutes, Eragon."
He looked after her until she exited the room before heading to his closet. Not caring to try, he simply slid on a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, dressing much as Arya had been. True to her statement, ten minutes later a knock on his door signified her arrival. He swung the door opened, prepared to pull her back in, when he caught her eyes. They were blank, much as she'd been before, and it took him a moment to realize that somebody else was beside her. Nasuada. She smiled at him and motioned for him to follow.
"I thought I might join you all this morning if that's alright."
He shrugged, glancing once more at Arya to find her mask still in place. It hit him then how difficult it was going to be to pretend nothing was between them. Seeing her so distant was nerve-racking, like he might not get her back. He knew the notion was ridiculous but the worry wouldn't cease. As they approached the cafeteria, Firnen, along with Orik, sidled up to them with a greeting. He threw his arm over his friend's shoulder and grinned.
"Get much sleep?"
The bulky man snorted.
"I wish. Those meetings always leave the participants deprived and exhausted. Yet having them is mandatory and obviously necessary. How'd your check up go?"
He lifted his shoulders dismissively.
"Fine. Couple broken ribs and a concussion."
Nasuada had her hands tucked into her pockets, seemingly casual, but her words were anything but.
"From my studies of medical practice, your wounds seem. . . unusual to that of a car accident."
He swore silently in his mind but kept his face blank.
"I got hit pretty hard and rolled. All these bruises and scratches are from the pavement."
Nasuada nodded but he saw a hint of doubt and slight amusement in her eyes. He couldn't tell what she was thinking but he didn't think she had a notion of what happened. Arya was beside Nasuada but she glanced at him with annoyance in her gaze. He wanted to wince. She was still pissed that he'd allowed it to happen at all. Orik was about to continue Nasuada's observation when Saphira saved him. She slid to a stop, throwing her arm over Firnen's shoulder.
"Morning people!"
Eragon grinned at her.
"You're pretty spunky with such a small amount of sleep."
The blonde only chuckled.
"I'm excited to have all my people back in one place. After you bailed for five months I lost Arya too."
He punched her shoulder softly.
"I'm sorry. I promise I'll be sticking around from here on out."
They strutted into the cafeteria as a group, waiting to get their food before taking a seat at an empty table. As expected, the room was almost full as the agents of the Varden always liked an early start. He took in the atmosphere as they ate, realizing how much he'd missed everything here. This was truly his home. These people were his family.
-R-O-R-A-N-
"What do you mean it's gone!"
He'd arrived back only to be told by his boss that the information he'd gathered, the recording, the reports, the pictures, were gone. Just. . . vanished. Rage tore through him violently and he swept the papers off of his desk onto the ground. He was seething. That woman had his friend. He didn't care if she was some government spook or not. They'd taken Eragon and somehow wiped his mind of everything before. That had to be the answer. Didn't it? A hand gripped his bicep and caught his attention. Immediately he felt himself calming.
"Roran."
Turning to Katrina he caught her gaze. There was indecision there, like she was going to say something she wasn't sure she should say. It gave him a chance to steel himself before she spoke.
"Are you sure it wasn't his decision to stay?"
Even as he tried to stop himself, he yanked his arm out of hers in annoyance.
"Why would he do that. Whoever he's working for is dangerous. People die around them." She didn't recoil at his anger and he wanted to hug her. Forcing himself to relax, he turned to face her. "I'm sorry, Katrina. I just. . . it doesn't seem like something he'd voluntarily do. Those kids in the hotel. . . the family in England. . . I just. . . why would he want to be part of something that causes so many deaths?"
She sat down, motioning for him to do the same.
"We might not know the whole story."
He grabbed his camera and flipped through the images he still had. The moment he uploaded them, the moment he even connected the camera to a computer, he knew his pictures would be wiped. One of the images he'd taken caught his attention. The helicopter on the roof. There was a woman climbing into in, somebody he somewhat recognized. Turning it to Katrina he frowned.
"Does she looked familiar to you?"
His girlfriend's eyes narrowed.
"Somewhat." Turning to their right she called to the agents at the nearest desks. "Come here for a second."
As soon as they'd gathered he turned the camera to them.
"Do you recognize her?"
There was silence for several seconds before one of the women gathered spoke.
"I think that's the daughter of Pierce Lorga."
His eyes shot to hers.
"The Drug Lord?"
She nodded.
"Yes. We have been tracking him for years but nothing is ever solid. That guy is bad news though."
Certainty filled him as he turned back to Katrina.
"You still think he's under willingly?"
-A-R-Y-A-
They were halfway through their meals when she felt somebody's presence behind her. Turning, she caught sight of Elva, the one person she would rather not see at that moment. Curious and worried glances met her approach and Eragon's hand squeezed her leg under the table, in support or warning she didn't know. Her eyes were hard as she took in the teen but the girl's face was passive.
"May I speak with you, Arya."
With steel in her voice she answered.
"I am otherwise occupied at the moment."
The girl only tilted her head.
"It will take but a minute of your time. Please."
After several seconds of tense silence, she nodded her head. Whatever this girl wanted though, she would not comply. As she followed Elva to a quieter corner of the cafeteria, she glanced back to find Eragon looking after her curiosity and worry. Finally the girl before her stopped and faced her.
"I know that what I did, I can never take back. That my foolish actions caused the life of a dear friend. And I am going to live with that for the rest of my life. What I would like to tell you is that I am truly sorry to have caused you so much suffering as well. I know that I destroyed you and Eragon's relationship for some time, and that I put doubt into your mind. I- "
Arya interrupted.
"It is none of your concern or business what happened to Eragon and I's friendship. And there is no reason for this apology."
She turned to walk away but Elva gripped her wrist. She whirled back to lecture the girl on boundaries, to make her feel worse, only to freeze when she found her eyes. No longer were they clear of emotion. Now, it was almost like she couldn't hide anything. The obvious pain there was almost palpable, and guilt so strong it radiated around her. It hit her then, that this was just a young girl. A girl who'd gone through a treacherous time and had been forced to grow up in the span of several seconds. The anger and resentment she held for Elva slowly drained away as the girl continued.
"Please let me finish. After what happened, when you were yelling at me, the reason I pretended not to care was because I didn't know how to be strong like that. I didn't know how to be vulnerable and let others know how afraid I truly was. You saved my life, so thank you. And again, I am so sorry."
The girl began to walk away but Arya stilled her.
"Elva." When she met her eyes there was nervousness there. "I must also apologize. I was cruel to you when you only acted as I always do."
The girl smiled slightly.
"Thank you." She glanced to the table where Eragon was and smirked. "I'm glad you finally worked it out."
Surprise filled Arya and she narrowed her eyes.
"How did you know that?"
"Oh, do not worry. Your ruse is very strong. But I see things others cannot. Although I would suggest you lessen the amount that you look at each other because it's bordering the line that would be deemed appropriate for friends."
With that Elva walked away and sat beside a knowing Angela. The woman only grinned before turning her attention to the girl. Arya made her own way back to her table and sat down, ignoring the prying eyes of those gathered. Slowly everyone slid back into a normal conversation and twenty minutes later she and Eragon were on their way to Ajihad's office. As they walked in she immediately felt the terseness of the situation. Ajihad's eyes were on Eragon like he were some new specimen. She didn't take the seat offered, only waited for the man to get to what he wanted to say. It took several moments for their boss to speak and he seemed somewhat pained.
"Eragon, what do you know of your parentage?"
She saw him tense and anger flitted through her. Why was he being made to deal with his abandonment? Eragon only shrugged.
"Nothing."
Ajihad nodded, eyes narrowing as he pushed a folder their direction.
"That's what I figured. Recently we have found something that we weren't sure of until today. I kept it to a small group until we could check your DNA again, but it only confirmed our suspicions."
Eragon leaned forward but didn't take the folder, only watching it like it might jump off the table. She reached for it but Ajihad held out a hand.
"I don't know if he would want anyone to see this, Arya."
She nodded and waited impatiently as Eragon sighed and snatched the file from the desk. He stared at it for a time, obviously struggling, and she wanted to reach out and comfort him. Finally, he flipped the cover open and began to read. It only took seconds for him to blanch and look up at the stern man behind the desk.
"This is impossible."
The pain and confusion in his eyes wrenched her heart and it took everything for her to keep from pulling him into her arms. Ajihad steepled his fingers.
"It is not. We confirmed it to a ninety-six percent match after Gertrude checked you over."
His breathing had picked up and he'd returned his gaze to the folder in his hands, his knuckles white at how hard he was gripping it. She moved closer.
"Eragon."
When his eyes flipped to her own, guilt and fear were the only things there as he backed away, file dropping to his side.
"Eragon what is it?"
He shook his head and tore his eyes from her, glaring at Ajihad. He shoved the folder back to him.
"Nobody else sees that!"
He nodded at the request but as Eragon turned to leave, called to him.
"We must speak on this, Eragon."
She took in his stiff form and clenched fists, knowing that whatever he'd seen was causing him pain. But she had no understanding in how to help him as he wasn't allowing her to even gain access to the problem. After almost a minute he nodded.
"Fine. We shall speak. Alone."
She frowned, confused and somewhat hurt, a feeling she hated. So instead of allowing it to fester she turned it into anger.
"Fine."
Her voice was cold and she saw how it effected him in the way he slouched his shoulders. Good. She flung the door open and walked out, emotions running rampant through her. She tried to shove the feelings away to no avail. He'd rooted himself too deeply to her and now she was incapable of the isolation she could escape to before. Swearing loudly, she made her way to the only person she knew might have answers.
-E-R-A-G-O-N-
He took the file, barely able to keep his hands from shaking. Could they have found his parents? But any hope of closure was shattered by what he read. Most of the words and charts made no sense to him, but the name and words written under his own made his blood run cold and heart skip several beats.
ERAGON SHAY
BROTHER: MURTAGH 96% MATCH TO ERAGON
POSSIBLE MATCH TO MORZAN. IN ACCORDANCE WITH NEW INFORMATION, IT IS HIGHLY LIKELY ERAGON SHAY IS SON OF MORZAN.
The names slammed into him and he found it hard to breathe. Morzan. . . Morzan was the man who killed Arya's father. . . But he was . . his father? How was that even possible?! When Arya reached for him panic shot through him. If she found out. . . She would hate him. She would. . . The horror he felt at the thought of losing her again was overwhelming. But how could he ever be worthy of her, having the same blood as the man who'd murdered her father, the man who'd ruined her childhood. When he retreated from her he could see the hurt in her eyes. To know he was the reason for it killed him, but the loathing he knew he'd see when she found out was a much worse thought.
He just wanted to escape now, but Ajihad wouldn't allow him and as he sat down before him, Arya having left, he found the man staring at him with concern.
"Of course you must know what I am thinking."
He shook the fog from his mind and tried to piece two and two together, only to detest his conclusion.
"I am not some mole working for that man!"
Ajihad nodded.
"I feel that is true, as the events that led to your arrival here are too random and chancy for it to be purposeful. But, there still lies the problem that you are Murtagh's brother. It leads to the question of what all you haven't told us. Why would you not recognize him when you saw him? And if you had, why did you say nothing?"
Eragon stood in anger.
"Because I do not KNOW him! He is as much a stranger to me as he is to you!"
Ajihad held out his hand.
"Calm yourself, Eragon. I'm only trying to figure out as much as I can. You will be required to go through an interview in the matter of protocol."
"You mean an interrogation."
His boss shook his head.
"No. You are an agent of the Varden and I believe your words. But I am not the only one whose opinion matters. If this gets out, I want to have proof that you are trustworthy."
Eragon ran his hands roughly through his hair.
"Fine. When will this be done?"
Ajihad stood.
"Tonight. I will send for you. But Eragon, you might want to trust somebody with this." Ajihad pushed the file back to him. "Do not suffer through alone."
Without a response, he snatched the file from the wooden desk exited the room. He be-lined for his quarters, knowing Arya would've gone to blow off steam elsewhere. To his surprise, Saphira was leaning against the door, waiting. He groaned and slowed to a stop before her.
"She came to you."
The blonde nodded, annoyance in her eyes.
"Yes because you wouldn't talk to her. Eragon, she is finally trusting you and now you pull away? I do not understand."
A deep exhaustion filled him and he motioned for her to follow him into his room. Doing so she closed the door behind him.
"What did she say?"
Saphira crossed her arms.
"She asked what I knew but I had no answer. What the hell is going on?"
Knowing he wasn't getting out of this, and wanting her advice, he decided to explain everything. He began with Arya's story, explaining what had happened to her father, how it had disrupted her entire upbringing. He told the story of Morzan and all of the things he'd read, noticing the sadness in her eyes at Arya's past. When it came time to divulge what he'd learned, he found himself hesitating. What would she think of him? Hoping her trust in him held, he ended with his newfound secret. Her eyes widened and she seemed to be at a loss for words. But, instead of the revulsion he expected, she reached out and tugged him into a hug.
"I'm sorry, Eragon."
He frowned.
"I don't understand. I am the one who should be apologizing."
Saphira shook her head.
"For what? Your lineage? The man who abandoned you? He is not your family, nor your father. His sins do not fall to you. And Arya, while it will be painful, will not see you differently. You must tell her."
He disagreed vehemently.
"NO! She could never look at me the same. It would ruin everything and I would lose her once more!"
The DRAGON growled at him.
"If that is the case, then she is not the person we believe her to be. If that is the case, Eragon, she does no deserve you."
He pressed his hands into his eyes, struggling with his fears and anger. But Saphira was right. Arya deserved to know. It was his responsibility. So, nodding his head, he let out a slow breath.
"Where is she?"
Saphira squeezed his hand.
"Where do you think? She'd pounding her unexpected emotion into a punching bag. Stay here. I'll send for her."
He nodded and thanked her, the terror suddenly hitting him in the gut. What he was about to tell her. . . . The door closed and he let out a shout of utter frustration.
It took almost ten minutes for the knock on his door to come, and by then, he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Walking to it, he opened it to find the tense form of the woman he cared so deeply for. She was still wearing the same clothes as earlier but her hands were still wrapped from her workout. A slight sheen of sweat covered her and her hair was up in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were blank as she met his but upon realizing his distress, she seemed to forgo her anger. Instead, she reached for him.
"Eragon talk to me." He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to look away, but she caught his gaze once more. "Eragon."
Sighing, he took both her hands in his own before leading her to the small table in the room and sitting down.
"I don't even know how to do this. . . . "
She leaned toward him.
"Just begin at the beginning."
And so he did. Starting with how Hrothgar explained to him the story of her past. As he relayed the information, he noticed how tense she'd become. Worry gripped him when he finally took the file from his bed and returned, setting it down before her. She reached for it but he caught her hand.
"I'm sorry, Arya."
With that, he sat and buried his face in his hands, not wanting to see her expression, not wanting to see her leave. He heard the intake of breath and after several moments her chair sliding on the carpet. He'd expected sadness, but knowing she was leaving him completely broke him. His chest squeezed and he wanted to shout for her. But he remained silent. And then she was beside him, her hand sliding comfortingly through his hair.
"Eragon." The relief that filled him was overwhelming and he let out a shaky breath. When he didn't respond, she knelt in front of him and pulled his head up so he was forced to look at her. "I'm not going anywhere. You are not him."
He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"But I'm his son. How can you look at me the-"
She kissed him, ending his fretting and calming his heart. When she pulled away, she pressed her forehead against his.
"I can look at you the same because you are Eragon Shay. Your father was not Morzan, it was Garrow. I see no connection between you and that monster."
-U-N-K-N-O-W-N-
"Wait, you claim the agents from Chile are still alive? Since when have you come to that conclusion?"
His boss opened his mouth to respond but somebody interrupted.
"Since me." Turning, he saw a man with red hair and devilish eyes grinning cruelly. "Hello General, Private. I'm not sure if you know me. The name's Durza."
There will be action soon.
If you are like, "Hey wait, if they matched Eragon and Murtaghs' DNA, why can't they match Brom's as well?!" Just calm yo' panties. It'll be explained later.
ascherit: :) Thanks! And yeah, from the poll it looks like I'll be sticking with this one
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Morzan's Elvish Daughter: :D
Rainxoxo: Yeya :D It's like the most boring crap imaginable. Like it's alcoholic lemonade basically. Or whatever flavor you want to get. So yummy. That's hilarious. Did they get video proof of your ridiculousness to show everyone you meet? And alcohol tastes so gross most of the time. Beer is the grossest thing ever. I wish I had that control. When I want something I buy it. Like, no impulse control whatsoever. And yeah is the story I'll be updating until the end. I'm going to try and step up my game and update more. Are you ever going to write a ExA story in modern times? Yeah and the battle will come soon but I have to build up to it. Eragon needs to heal somewhat. Lol I want all the systems :( But I just have an X-Box 360.
thetinker: Thanks! And yeah I've seen that pattern in certain fics which pisses me off. It completely destroys her character in my opinion. Did you end up going back and getting your job back? Or are you just chilling at home? Nice! Yeah it'd be pretty cool and I'd learn Russian which would make me feel like a bad ass. Yeah this is the one I'll be continuing until the end first :) Thank you haha. I might do that. Although I'll probs use the plot from Sailing the Shadows because I really like it. Good pun ;D And thank you so much, that's great to hear. Yeah sometimes I look back at older stuff and cringe at how atrocious some things I did sound. It's awesome to know my stuff is progressing as I write. Will do haha.
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predatorform: Thank you! And I try and make it as natural as possible when I bring stuff in. I love that you look it up though because I'm always worried people might not know what I'm talking about haha :D Yeah I mean, I like to give them leeway because it's more entertaining when they have the nice cars and awesome weapons. Don't worry though, they'll get down and dirty in some pretty sh*t situations soon. As for them getting caught off guard, I'll have to try and work it into the story in a way that's believable. They're supposed to be ninja skilled so getting surprised isn't something that happens to them.
TheLoneVoyager: He's pretty ragin' lol. Yeah Roran is pretty damn manly lol. He's going to use whatever means necessary now. You'll see soon. You can kind of guess now that you know Durza is actually alive, but I'll explain in full later. And they aren't near the base at the moment. You'll just have to wait and see! And yeah I love driving. Yesterday it was solo nice so I offered to pick up all my siblings just to roll my windows down, blare my music, and speed everywhere. Damn yeah that sucks :/
Tamerlorde85: Thanks :)
TheeRoyalJester: Lol what did you end up voting for? Although this one won so yeah :P Well that's good then. Hopefully everyone will be that chill with it. I like to undermine people subtly. So I took out an "e" in order to destroy your pride and dignity. Sounds like what happens when I sing. Yes there's an order! And it's amazing so read it! :D I don' wanna cry! But yeah I'll get on that. Oh I have no feelings. Like, I would tell you if I thought one was better but I actually like both. I'm basically an asshole to everyone so no emotions here lol. Again, my name is the best. Actually, EDS' name is perty awesome too. Mac is obviously better. They last longer, no viruses ever, they run faster, and they are just sexier computers by far. Lmao I think he wants to prove it. I know a few ways. . . . *clears throat. Crap Mind put your creepy self away for a minute!* What's groundbreaking? Totes don't remember what I was said last time. Yeah Roran's being kinda nosy isn't he? Lol I love that you have such trouble with technology sometimes. Like pushing the review button or messing with your tablet. It cracks me up.
Elenwne: Yeah I'm going to continue this one it turns out! :)
mr rophone: Thank you! Yeah I gotta go back and fix that chapter. I was planning on having hm sing but since he did it in FtP and I'm putting that back up, I decided to change it. Just pretend that it never happened lol. :)
FanBoyNinja: Lol :D Thanks!
funnelwebs: I could never die! I'm obviously the Hulk. Damn that sounds rough man. Have you seen a doctor about it? It's not her being stupid. It's completely logical for her to believe it because he'll have a bullet wound or two that are healed over (from past times). I mean, she'll be suspicious of course. But Eragon's too awesome to let go. :D
blackangel72456: I'll definitely be watching it now. I do find some macabre humor funny as long as it's not to the point of just. . . Idk. I'll watch this movie with a few friends. Thanks for the suggestion :D
N-Six: Thanks! It isn't necessarily based on the book's timeline. The stuff that happens in here is based on the books but not in the same order. I'm sorry if the story is boring you and I'm going to make ExA stuff fun and entertaining so hope you'll stick around. That's basically how the order will go I think. I'm going to put up a poll for it though just in case. It'll be up for the remainder of this story.
Renaissancebooklover108: :D Right! I am excited at the thought that I might go. It all depends on my summer job though.
Joda-Eragonsson: Thank you! Haha no but apparently our brains are like, connected. (Just kidding but that's what it seems like). Yeah and I will be continuing this based on the poll results so I'll wait for AUB. I'm about. . . . 3/5 of the way through? Not exactly half but not 3/4 either :)
winter wolf: Yeah I'll be finishing this before I do anything else. And have fun with that. Science is my worst subject. It just destroys my life lol. But I have major respect for the people who are good at it and enjoy it. I don't have a bike yet but I plan on getting a Ninja 250 or 650. Depends on when I buy it. Ha yeah I'm going to try and be a bit safe but lets be honest. It's never fun to follow the rules ;) I don't live in any of the places that got hit with that but it was still stupidly cold for a while. That sounds ridiculously brutal though. Hope the weather there gets better haha.
JordanMathias: Thanks :) And I'm not going to put any drama in with them just yet because they need time to like, be a couple, but other stuff is going to happen like this Murtagh thing. Hopefully that's alright. Well, they sort of do. Thorn is with Murtagh and Eragon watches out for Saphira. It's hard to make it like them books though without being creepy.
John: :D Thanks. Putting Eragon and Arya into a situation like that would be amazing. I could have so much fun with the characters.
The Hero of the Dark: :) Thanks, I hope I get to go. And thank you!
Longestreviewer: I'm flattered and also a little guilty now haha. Don't forgo homework! (What am I saying I skip classes all the time lol). Yeah I've been told that it's amazing. I really need to get on it. Haha yes. This story won over in the end so I'll be finishing this first :)
A Dark Noon: EDS does say meh instead of eh. It's cra. He's cra. I'm pretty sure you liked being f**ked over by Jester techniques. . . . ok I'm gonna not be a perv. Ha, I don't think I'll be sharing my name until EDS shares his. So boom. I know his name and he knows mine though so it's not a big surprise there. His is pretty cool. Lol :D And I like injuring manliness. You can never bring down this ego though. It's in an invincible tower of lava and death. Suck on that. I meant shoes, what did you mean? Sure sure, like I believe that Mac wires got messed up without you doing something dumb to eff them up ;) See, Jester if you read this, he doesn't have any good tips for PC's off the top of his head because there are none! They are all the spawns of satan. And thanks!
ThePCGamer: Thanks! It's actually the Urgals although the Ra'zac will be returning at some point. Shouty people? Like the people you play with/against?
rajaman0: Thank you :D
Geraze90: :D yeya although I don't have the bike yet.
linksaysmegusta: I like your username haha. Ha please don't kill me, I updated! See, here's your chap— *don't worry it's Liam. I killed her. I'll just put this chapter up anyway though ;)