Book IIII
So this is my version of what book four should be like. It's going to be about 20 chapters (maybe) if not more and it's my very first fan-fic ever posted so R&R and you MUST REVIEW (please??)!!!!!!
oh and I know Arya a bit out of character but I couldn't think what she would do in that kind of situation.
DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED THE INHERITANCE CYCLE I WOULD BE RICH AND WOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS (AND IM NOT A GUY F.Y.I.)
CHAPTER I:
Arya's POV
Arya began to walk slowly toward Eragon's tent. She hadn't seen him since the day the Varden took Feinster.
As Arya drew closer to Eragon's tent she felt a mind brush hers. She assumed that it was Eragon so she opened her mind to the presence slightly. Instead of Eragon Saphira entered her mind.
"Arya?"
"What is it Saphira?" Arya asked concern thick in her voice.
"It's Eragon. All he does is lay in bed, he barely even comes out to eat and when he does I had to force him. Saphira sounded as worried as Arya felt.
"What's wrong with him?" Arya asked not bothering to speak with her mind anymore.
"The death of Oromis and Glaedr still bother him, though he will not show it nor talk of it."
"Oh that explains why I haven't seen him as of late". Arya sighed then I will go and talk to him.
"Yes thank you." Saphira bowed her head and retreated from Arya's mind.The truth was she wasn't over it either and neither were any of the other elves.
Arya had reached Eragon's tent and rapped on the wooded pole in the center. Getting no answer she instead brushed the tent flaps aside and stepped inside.
My breath caught in her throat, Eragon lay on his cot staring up at the roof of his tent thou his eyes saw nothing.
"Eragon!"
"Hmm.... what do you want." he mumbled so quietly I barely heard him.
"Eragon get up and lets go...um" I was trying to think of something that would catch his interest enough so that he would leave his tent. "How about we go to the sparing field. We haven't spared in a long time." I finished hoping that he would be interested.
"No we haven't..." Eragon responded, his voice devoid of emotion.
Arya sighed and walked over to his bed sitting down on the edge. "Eragon you have to leave your tent some time, sooner rather than later."
"Why should I?" He sounded so upset.
"Because people need you. You are our only hope. I know the death of your mentors pains you but it pains every elf just as much as it does you."
"Arya," His voice broke "It feels like losing Garrow and Brom all over again." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Eragon the best way to deal with these things is to talk to someone." I was hoping that he would talk about the pain with Saphira or me but instead he answered;
"And who would you propose that I speak with there are only a hand full of people that actually knew them and half of them I don't have a strong enough relationship to talk with them about my problems.
Eragon's POV
I regretted saying it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
I sighed. "Arya I'm sorry... I'm just really really stressed." And to my relief she only nodded.
"I guess we all are with the war and everything." I nodded feeling a little better.
"So are you coming to spare with me?" She asked I had almost forgot.
"Um..... not right now I... need a little more time to thing maybe tomorrow."
She nodded again. "Ok I'll hold you to that." Arya smiled and left me by myself.
I sighed laying back down on my not so comfortable cot and fell into a well deserved sleep.
WELL THATZ THE FIRST CHAPTER WHEW ITZ NOW 1:30 AM SO SINCE IM UP THIS LATE I NEED REVIEWS. I DONT MIND CRITISIM BUT PLEASE DONT BE TO HARSH
-FLAME-
