Dear Readers, this story is set after Brisingr, so there are spoilers! Enjoy!
Eragon watched as Roran and Katrina leaped towards each other.
The Varden had just returned from the siege on Feinster, and woman and children were looking desperately for their sons, husbands and fathers.
Katrina screamed with joy when she saw Roran alive and well. They both were tearful. Eragon smiled at the couple and then looked away.
After seeing the two, Eragon thought about one of Angela's prophecies. He will have a great romance in his future. At first, he thought it was Arya, but after she rejected him, he lost all hope it was her.
Maybe it's Nasuada, he thought.
What's Nasuada? asked Saphira. Eragon scowled. He forgot to block Saphira from his mind. He didn't want to embarrass himself by speaking so openly of the subject with her.
Nothing he answered, blocking Saphira from his mind.
Saphira questioned him no further.
It can't be Nasuada. I do like her, but not to the extent of romance. I wish it was Arya… He looked at the elf. She was beyond beautiful. He resisted the urge to approach her.
Eragon stopped thinking of the subject and opened his mind to Saphira again.
Trianna came into view. She looked at him and smiled, the effect of war still visible in her features.
"Sahdeslayer," she curtsied. It may be her. He thought.
Who's what? asked Saphira. Oh, she noticed, you're thinking of Angela's prophecy, right?
He didn't answer.
"I heard about the Shade that you and Arya fought. I wish I was a part of it. I would have loved to be named Shadeslayer," said Trianna. Eragon admitted that she was beautiful for a human, but he felt no love towards her. It wasn't her.
You do know that the girl doesn't have to be someone you met. She could be someone you meet her in years time. Saphira's voice had a hint of envy.
Don't think of it, Saphira. You are the only female in my life.
For now, she grunted.
Eragon did not know what to say to Trianna. He did not want to look like an idiot in front of her. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I heard you were the one that healed Roran. Thank you."
She nodded. "He is a strong fighter, courageous man," she looked at him, and turned away when they kissed. "He is also addicted."
"You cannot blame him for loving," he said, finding Trianna's statement quite amusing.
"Forgive my openness in what I say, but do you love, Argetlam?"
The question startled him. Though he answered in the ancient language, "I do love, but she does not return it." He did not know why he spoke so openly of it to Trianna, someone he rarely knew.
"Truthful you are, I will not question the subject further. But if you want desperately for one to love you, you can try a potion."
Eragon shook his head. "I do not want to be loved because of potion."
She nodded. "I came to tell you that the Du Vrangr Gata want to be trained. You seem to exceed our ability in magic, and we do not want to perish in battle. More knowledge would ensure our survival. Will you accept training us?"
"I will try, Trianna, though I may not have the time, Nasuada plans to attack another city soon."
She nodded and sighed. "Thank you anyway," she curtsied and left.
He watched as the sorceress darted away and then looked back at Arya. She looked back at him and asked, "What did she want?"
"Training," he answered, gazing at her grass-green eyes. Arya shifted at his gaze. Eragon was embarrassed and looked away/ He hated that elves consider it rude to display affection.
He saw a tear in her eye. He knew it was because of Oromis and Glaedr. Their deaths have shaken both him and her. Oromis obviously meant much to Arya.
"Arya," he said soothingly. "Oromis is resting in the heavens…" he stopped talking when he remembered that elves believe in no god.
She smiled. "I appreciate the effort." He resisted staring at her again. More tears filled her eyes. "He was the closest thing to a father I had."
She cried, but this time against Eragon's shoulder. Her hair inches away from his face, he felt the urge to kiss her head, but instead, put an arm around her, tearful as well.
Roran and Katrina approached them. "What's wrong," asked Roran.
Eragon did not want to tell Roran of Oromis yet, so he said, "someone died. Someone you do not know."
Arya cried harder.
"Obviously some very close," said Roran staring suspiciously at Arya. "I will leave you."
When he did, Arya exposed her face. He couldn't help but wipe away some of her tears. Her face mad him wish that he had died instead of Oromis. He wished he could go back in time and stop Oromis from going to the battle.
Arya removed her face from his hold, which caused him to become red from embarrassment. "Forgive me," he said.
Arya seemed to have noticed his embarrassment, for she did something much unexpected. She kissed his cheek, which caused his skin to become redder. She then left him.
How was it? asked Saphira mockingly.
Saphira!
Sorry.
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