Escape
Summary: Eragon and Arya are imprisoned in Urabaen together…
The elf in the corner of the cell stirred. Bending slightly, she examined her wrist, which was chafed by the shackles, which held them it in place above her head. She glanced curiously at the only other prisoner that lay opposite her. He had brown tousled hair, which frames a thin face. Sometimes when he awakens, she could see his eyes. Light brown, the color of earth. He is rarely awake, save for those times when their jailers came in with food. He is handsome, save for the pointed ears.
Arya supposed that he got them from the Agaeti Blodhren. His mind was weird, even his mind defenses are weird. They were not of nature like those of the elves. They see… well, she can't find a word to describe them. It seems so beautiful, so carefully and lovingly crafted. She was jerked out of her musings by the deafening clank of the jailer's keys. A hand was thrust in and with two trays of food. With a grunt, the two trays were let down onto the ground and the door slammed shut once more, closing off all source of light.
The man opened his eyes once the jailer's footsteps are gone. Reaching forward, he took the tray closest to him, whilst Arya did the same. They ate in silence, neither looking into the other's eyes. The clank of the gates opening again broke the silence. Arya sighed as Durza the Shade entered. It happens everyday, Durza entering the cell to bring her to her torture. Again and again she was tortured, for the information too valuable for her to divulge. The Varden's only hope lies with her and her only.
The Shade unchained her from the shackles and dragged her by one hand to the room next to her cell, ignoring her cries of protests.
"Let me go!" Arya cried, kicking Durza hard on the shins.
Durza cursed and hit Arya hard across her mouth. Arya kept quiet, blood spilling down a cut on her cheek. Arya was dragged by Durza into the room and tied down onto the table. Screams started once more as Durza tortured her, demanding for her to tell him the location of the Varden. Every time Arya refused, Durza tortured her even more, till what was left of her was no more than a trembling, bloody mess. Durza cursed again as Arya refused to tell him anything.
Furiously, he untied Arya from the table and dragged her back to the cell. Hurling her back in there, he shut the door with a loud clang. Arya lifted her right hand to break her fall and fell hard on it, breaking her wrist with a loud 'snap!' Arya winced as pain shot through her. Wincing, she got up and walked slowly to her corner of the cell. As she walked past, the man opened his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." Arya replied, not looking at him.
The man shrugged, before turning back to his side and falling asleep. Arya gazed out of the cell window. The cold white moon shone through the bars, thin rays of light dancing across the floor. Arya sighed and laid down carefully, tomorrow would be a new day.