A/N: It's here, and I'm at loss for ideas. I'm just gonna let the fingers fly and hope something amazing comes up. This story will (I hope) be far better than Winter Light. I hope this will work. Okay, magic fingers, hit the keys and give me something amazing…
Arya groaned as she felt a large muzzle shaking her, causing her to wake. She fluttered an eyelid open to see Eriens looking down at her. She shoved him away and sat up. She looked at the sun, barely above the mountains.
"It's far too early to wake," she told him.
"We must move on if we are to make it to Elesméra," he hesitated. "Where we are to meet Eragon."
Arya shot up, rustling the pile of leafs beneath her. It had been almost two years since she had seen her husband. He had been off to find Glabatorix, who had been in hiding with his legions. He had said that the journey would be too hard for her, and that there was her mother to be taken care of. She had passed on two weeks after he had left. Upon his return to Elesméra, he was to become king. He had successfully led the elves into battle and was due to return. Arya had been assisting the Varden, and she and her dragon had to travel back to her home-land in order to greet Saphira and Eragon. Arya got up and washed in a nearby pond. When the water had woken her completely, she looked around. The pond was still enough that she could see her reflection clearly.
Eriens and she flew through the sky at lightning speed. Arya was having daydreams about Eragon and she together. Eriens craned his neck back to look at her. When he saw her with her hand spread out on her cheek, her eyes looking up at the sky he turned back and shook his head. He searched the ground for something to eat. The forest was thick with trees, and he could see nothing, but he sniffed the air and spiraled into a dive. Arya was shook out of her daydream and grabbed the reigns. He landed silently next to his prey: a giant blueberry bush. Arya jumped off and filled her cloak with the big berries. Eriens dug in as Arya sat on the ground and watched. Eriens glanced at her.
"Sorry, little one. Have some," he said, pushing the berries to her.
"Not hungry," she replied.
She went back to her daydreaming.
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Eragon sat on a log and looked around at his men. They were taking a rest in a large clearing before the last mile to Elesméra. Murtagh sat down next to him. Eragon was in deep thoughts, and didn't seem to notice. Murtagh sighed and shoved a flask of mead into Eragon's hand, causing him to jump with surprise.
"You know, you can relax. You are about to see her," Murtagh pointed out. Eragon shrugged and drank from his glass of mead. Murtagh slapped his back and got up as the tree branches began to shake. Saphira appeared with a buck hanging from her jaws. She landed next to him and dropped the deer at his feet.
"It is time we get moving," she said, taking a bite out of the carcass. Eragon nodded and signaled to his men. Thoughts of Arya clouded his head as they set off.
A/N: Ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me needs ideas...I'm all out…I need Ideas!!!!!! I hope the fingers worked ok, but really, the fingers must be my last resort.