Drötningu

This is my first ever fan fiction soo… I hope I don't bore you to death. .:)

Disclaimer: I do not own the inheritance cycle, although I wish I did.

Chapter 1: Eragon's POV

It had been little over a week now, since Oromis-elda and Glaedr-elda were killed. Eragon had done little since that day, but sit in his tent and mourn. He knew he shouldn't be mourning his passed mentors, he knew he should be celebrating their lives, but he just couldn't get himself to get up. He felt he had lost his only connection to the world. Deep down he knew that wasn't true, he still had Saphira and Arya, or at least he thought he still had her.

Angela the witch, Nasuada, Saphira, and even some of the elves he had befriended had tried to get him out of his tent, but never his beloved elf. He felt guilty for he knew he was causing people unnecessary pain, but he just didn't want to face the world.

He hated sitting in the dark of his tent, more than anything because it brought on memories. Memories of the men he had killed, of the woman he loved, and of the losses he felt. The strongest of those being the woman he loved, the memory of him pouring his heart out to her and her rejecting it played through his mind over and over. To evade the memories he opted to sleep away most of the day, but those only brought on the other memories. They were at least better than feeling the pain of not having the woman he loved by his side.

Today was no different, Saphira had already tried to threaten him out of his tent, saying if he didn't come out soon that she would tear him out of his tent, but when he refused she muttered something about going hunting and took off. After she left Eragon went back to staring at the ceiling. He eventually fell asleep, and the same dreams haunted him again.

* * * Saphira's POV * * *

She had had just about enough of his mood lately. She felt their loss the same as him and the same as many others, but everyone else seems to be able to function. She was getting worried and she only knew one other thing to do. Closing her mind of to Eragon's sleeping conscience she stretched out her mind to find the one she was looking for. Saphira located her just beyond the boundaries of Tarnag, standing by a little river. Saphira dived at the slim figure with every intention of getting exactly what she wanted.

* * * Arya's POV * * *

She heard the sound of beating wings from behind her, but too late. By the time she had turned around she had been pinned down by two great claws. Fear immediately took over her and she started to struggle, but when she looked up she relaxed. One giant blue eye, the size of a dinner plate was staring back at her. Saphira! She shouted through their mental link, get off me will you? Saphira stared down at her and said not until I get what I want. The elf just nodded in agreement she knew it was pointless to argue with a dragon.

And you would do well to remember that little princess, Saphira said.

OK, what did you want Saphira. It was a pointless question because only one thing would cause such behavior from Saphira, Eragon. He has me worried now more than ever, it has been over a week since he has even see the sun. Arya felt terrible, she knew she could help Eragon, the man she loved, but she had been neglecting him for her own selfish reasons. Saphira gave her a knowing look with the big blue eye. Arya felt as if it were boring into her soul, making her feel the guilt she deserved. I know you had your reasons before little princess, for not admitting to him the truth, but now more than ever before he needs you. I greatly fear for his sanity. I can barley stay in his mind because of all the memories going through them, and you my dear princess, you have the ability to change that. Arya looked away a tear gleaming in her eye; she knew Saphira spoke the truth. Arya no longer had any feelings for Föalin; in fact she never really had any true feeling for him in the first place. She remembered the day her mother had walked into the garden with the silvery-blonde haired, blue eyed elf. The truth was her mother had set them up and Arya and he had become quiet close friends.

The great dragon hearing her thoughts gently lifted her off the ground in one great claw and set her back on her feet. Saphira immediately touched her magnificent snout the Arya's forehead and said in her mind I'm sorry for what you mother did to you, but Fäolin is in the past, but Eragon is in the present and in you future. I want you to know I approve of you Arya Drottningu, as a suitable mate to my rider. With that she was off heading towards the nearest forest to hunt, before Saphira was completely out of range, Arya heard her say go to him now, my little princess.

As soon as she could no longer feel Saphira's presence she fell to the ground and cried she knew that Saphira was right, and she knew she was causing him more pain than he needed. Over all she was just afraid that he would no longer love her after she rejected him. When she was finally able to control her tears, she threw herself into the cold river and rinsed off. When she was done with her cold bath she dried herself with magic and headed off towards Eragon's tent.

Ok so that was the first chapter, it's not the best but I hope you liked it a little at least. I'm not going to pressure you for reviews, but they would be helpful. I don't mind criticism.