Looking around, I couldn't really find anybody.
I was outside of the place near the guy or gals named Tankls, walking, trying to find Eragon.
Not paying attention to where I was walking, I bumped into something smaller than me.
I fell over, and so did the other figure, and when I looked over my curled up knees to apologize, it was a child.
'Oh! Sorry about that, wasn't looking where I was going.' I said, trying to not sound like a creep.
'Erm.' Was the only reply.
'aight, no hay respuesta, eso es genial, eso es genial.' I said, knowing the child couldn't understand.
'What?' The child i identified as a female said.
'What what?' I replied.
'No, what did you just say? That wasn't in the ancient language and what I understand if it was, it would be random words.' The child said, looking at me like I was a madman.
'This madman look given to me is very unappealing.' I thought.
'Oh, sorry.' The child said.
'Huh-' I gaped, but then realized that some magical users could read minds.
I shut my mind of completely so the child couldn't read it and set up my most significant defenses nobody could get through without me putting them down or letting them in. Then I turned my mind back on and the child was no longer there.
'What- what are those defenses?!' I heard the child mutter.
'Me gusta la forma en que ustedes, niños, no entienden lo que estoy diciendo. le da sabor a la historia, ¿no?' I said, laughing afterwards.
'What were those defenses?' The child asked, but this time audible.
(We were both still on the ground but sitting now face to face.)
'Oh, those? Haha, those are just what I use when I'm being read. Don't like it, never will.' I said, looking like an idiot.
'Hmm. What's your name?' The child asked.
'Quri Ingitsu at your service.' I say.
'I'm Tacjbon (Tack-ju-bon) Vraix' She says. (Eragon got married to a woman named Toriem Vraix, and they took her last name upon her wishes.)
'Good to know. Do you know where your father is?' I asked.
'Er, yes, he's tending to his dragon that you fell on yesterday.' She said suspiciously.
'Oh, that's what I fell off of?' I asked calmly, laughing to my inner self.
'Yeah, no damage was done to her, but it sounded like you snapped your spine. Speaking of that, are you ok?' She asked.
I was registering her question when a woman said 'TACJBON, PLEASE COME INSIDE!' interrupted my train of thought.
'I don't have an answer to that. Maybe come by to the place I came out of to have a chat.' I said, and the kid nodded and left.
'Sigh, that was depressing.' I muttered.
Walking along the cobblestone path, people started to emerge from caves in mountains.
Spooky.
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It was now afternoon and I had been searching for Eragon all day. I had been asking around and only at least 7 or 12 people answered me and they had no clue exactly where he was tending to his dragon, who's name was Saphira I found from the people that answered.
Also I was told to go back, but I had been walking since 6:00 am to 8:00 pm in my worlds time.
6+8=14
So I had been walking for 14 hours, multiple breaks, with no food, and occasional drinks of water since I had a waterskin with me.
I had been by a nice green tree for 2 hours, so I had been walking for only 12 hours, but still, wow.
I look really skinny so people at school called me Barbie, whore, and slut, but I bet I looked like a literal twig right now.
I sat under the tree, and it started to rain.
I put down my defenses and like in 2nd book of the cycle, Eldest, I spread my mind across the scape, and I found multiple things. I think the tree was alive too, because I past it with my mind and touched it, and I went into a place like the Menoa Tree, yet this tree was faster with pace and louder, but a smaller space so it seemed it would burst at the lowliest movement.
I found it peaceful and went to sleep under the tree I started to call Pacer Tree
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