Adurna

The Question

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Chapter Two-

“Do you think she’s right?” Marcus asked, propping himself up on his elbow to look at me while lying on his side.  I glance up at him for a moment before staring back at the bleak sky. The gentle lapping of the lake and the gliding of the tree’s branches on each other was the only sound besides me and Marcus’s breathing. He had come and got me like he promised, but by then I was sitting outside the door just waiting for an excuse to get away from Gran and her beliefs. We stayed silent until we got to our usual spot by the water, then Marcus insisted on knowing what happened. Knowing I couldn’t keep a secret from my best friend for long, I exploded into a one way discussion between myself. Finally he had spoken after what felt like a century long lull. Now I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. I plucked at an imaginary dust on my slacks that I had happily replaced the long skirt for.

                Marcus nudged my thigh with his knee playfully. I unclenched my teeth and let out an angry puff of hot air. “I don’t know.”

                “You don’t know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows high in surprise. “The Chrystal I know would have immediately said yes. Now give me your real answer…your Chrystal like answer.”

                I smiled a lopsided grin at his weirdness. “I guess I don’t think she’s right, but I don’t think she’s wrong either.” I paused for a moment before it all tumbled out in a confusing jumbled mess. “I mean, she has a point. No one I ever knew has ever seen them before and I haven’t. Have you? No I didn’t think so. And if you remember, no one has ever thought about the stories as being true a few years ago and now it’s what the world is depending on. Sometimes it does seem rather unbelievable. Yet, the stories are so convincing because of what’s happening to our world at this moment that it’s hard not to have confidence in the truth of them. It’s almost like it’s our duty to believe that dragons really do fly overhead and dwarfs run around with the mystical elves. Like if we don’t, and they are real, maybe they will just disappear and never come back to us.”

                I watched while Marcus furrowed his brows as he processed the words I had just spoken. “You’ve had a while to think about this, haven’t you?”

                “You took a long time.” I replied curtly, not in the mood for his games. I just wanted input. I wanted Marcus to jump up and say that of course dragons, elves, dwarfs, riders, and everything else were real and that Eragon was coming soon enough. Instead he sat up and looked out to the water as if searching for the answer for my troubled thoughts.

                “I think that we will never know what is true or fake. Do you remember that story that Tammy told us a few months back, the one where she herself lived in the same village as Eragon and his family and was close to them?” I nodded stiffly. “Do you think that’s true? That she actually lived in the same town as a dragon rider, where, in fact, we all know she has never left this town in her whole life? Is it true, Chrystal?”

                “No.” I grinned slightly, but it soon vanished as I tried to decipher the meaning to his lecture.

                “Now do you recall when I told you that my newly homemade little boat was sinking in the lake, right where I had thought I had so perfectly found a spot?” Again, I nodded. “Did you think that was true?”

                I glanced at his dark auburn eyes to see them staring intently at me. My mind fumbled as I tried to remember exactly what he was saying to me.  “Yes, I thought it was true.”