the rising

by skulblakablodh15

A long awaited prospect occurs between two lovers, they bring the greatest joy to each other. A simple gift that lights up their world. As time goes on no one can accept what has happened and deny the existence of this gift. It changes everything, but nothing at the same time. Perhaps something bring back the gift that had been banished from their thoughts, never to be seen again.

1. Chapter 1

It had been years since Arya had been carried away from Eragon by Firnen, leaving him on that ship with the elves. She still remembered how it felt to leave him behind, leave him with saying only one word "farewell." It was then that she realized that she loved him, that she needed him, but she did not turn back, and how could she, she was queen. She finally told herself "it was not meant to be."

"It is okay, little one, there was nothing you could do" said Firnen in the most reassuring voice he could muster. "But there was something I could do, I could have accepted him!" Arya exclaimed "He gave me his heart on multiple occasions and I stomped on it EVERY TIME!" Before Firnen could reply Arya added in a slightly calmer voice "there was something I could do, Firnen, but I neglected it and lost my chance at the only man my heart has really accepted." To this Firnen had no reply but "I am truly sorry, little one"

Suddenly Arya awoke from her dream that she had been having to a knock on her. Lazily she rolled out of her bed and walked sleepily toward the door, and opened it to see none other than the Tialdari hall messenger boy, oslingr. Touching his fingers to his lips the young elf boy started the traditional elven greeting "atra esterni ono thelduin" "atra du ono varda" "My queen, you have a visitor at the edge of the city he is now with some soldiers at the main street." "Who is it?" Arya asked now intrigued "He refuses to give anyone his name until he speaks with you." Said oslingr. "Very well," replied Arya who immediately dismissed the boy and started to make herself presentable. "Who do you think it could be?" asked Firnen curious "I cannot be sure, but I feel a powerful magician nearby." Said Arya, changing into a robe of rich, autumn red with golden trim.

After a brisk walk to the edge of the city, she came upon a group of around ten elven soldiers with drawn swords surrounding a man in a dark wool cloak. The soldiers parted to let their queen through to the man. The man stood about six feet tall, with broad shoulders. One of the soldiers announced Arya's arrival at which point the mysterious man threw his hood of to reveal long, dark brown hair, almost black, and pointed ears of either a rider or an elf. Turning to face Arya, the man revealed his face, he had chiseled features, tanned skin, and dark grey eyes that bore directly into her soul. Arya knew at first glance that it belonged to none other than murtagh.