However, the encounter had not gone unnoticed.From a distance, Ailson lurked in the shadows, her eyes fixed on Gloria and Eragon.
She had been spying on them ever since the dypent attack, curious about what had really happened. And when she overheard the conversation with the demon, particularly the part where Eragon had supposedly killed the dypent, something shifted in her.
Ailson's usual contempt for Gloria was suddenly replaced by something new obsession.Her eyes sparkled with a dangerous fascination as she watched Eragon, her mind racing. He killed a dypent? she thought, her heart skipping a beat. No one my age could do that. No one except him…A twisted smile crept across Ailson's face as she hid behind the trees.
Eragon's strength, his power it was undeniable. And if he could defeat such a creature, then surely he was the most powerful person in the school. The kind of power that Ailson craved, the kind of power she wanted by her side. But more than that, she wanted him.
The way he carried himself, the effortless strength that radiated from him ,he was everything she desired in a partner.But Gloria was in the way. Always in the way. Gloria, with her perfect life and her perfect friends. Gloria, who had somehow snagged the attention of Eragon, a person who clearly deserved someone more worthy. Ailson's smile grew darker as she concocted a plan.
She was determined to get Gloria out of the picture, one way or another."Eragon," Ailson whispered to herself, her voice soft and menacing, "you're going to be mine. I'll make sure of it."The shadows seemed to gather around her as if they were responding to her malice. She didn't care about the risks—she wanted Eragon, and she would stop at nothing to claim him. Gloria was just an obstacle, one that could easily be removed.
Ailson turned and disappeared into the distance, her mind whirling with schemes. She didn't realize that she was playing right into a larger game , a setup far more dangerous than she could ever imagine.As Gloria and Eragon left the school grounds, the tension between them began to ease. The confrontation with the demon had left them shaken, but the quiet walk home felt like a reprieve. Eragon glanced at Gloria, his expression thoughtful.
"That was close," he murmured, his hand brushing against hers as they walked.Gloria smiled softly. "Yeah, but we made it through. Thanks to you and… your dragon."Eragon grinned, though his usual confidence was tempered by something deeper.
"We're a good team," he said, his voice warm.They shared a quiet moment, the bond between them deepening as they walked through the fading light.
For Gloria, the events of the day had solidified what she had always known deep down , Eragon was more than just her friend. He was someone she cared about, someone she was starting to fall for. And that feeling terrified and thrilled her all at once.As they passed through the park,
Eragon's eyes flickered with amusement. "So, where to next?" he asked playfully.Gloria smiled. "How about we just enjoy the quiet for a while?"But as they continued their walk, neither of them could shake the lingering feeling that something dark was looming on the horizon. The demon had sensed it, and now, somewhere out there, Ailson was planning her next move.
"The bait is set," Gloria whispered to herself, glancing at Eragon. She squeezed his hand as they strolled through the park."Let's go fishing."