Prologue
To see a love one crumble in pain, is a sight Eragon now grew accustom to here with the Varden. His eyes wander the area he is standing after days of sad and confused feelings. "I should leap to skies with joy and happiness," muttering to no one. Then why are you not little one? A calm, soft yet firm voice responds to my distressing. "It may be too late for that Saphira" I hardly manage to whisper out.
Then admit it to her Eragon. Saphira softly sent the thought to him touching his brow. "Thank you Saphira" he responded automatically lost in the flash back.
AN: / This is just for kicks one of friends wants to write a story with me so I tried it out this is just a preview. A short summary is Arya finally admits her feelings to Eragon but he did not react the way you think if I get two reviews for me to continue I will. I do not react to flames so don't try. Idiots Flame.