A/N: nothing belongs to me… sad, but true
The elven princess, Arya, turned uneasily in her sleep, before getting up and running to the nearest spot of trees, where she sat, leaning against the cool bark, trying to forget all those that had transpired. It was after the battle of the Burning Plains. She had listened in silence as Eragon told his tale.
Eragon.
The word seems to echo around her mind. Eragon, the young boy of seventeen who seemed so much like a man. He loves her, yes. But what he did not know is that Arya loves him too. She had swore silently as Murtugh's true identity was revealed. She saw the pain that had flitted quickly past Eragon's face as he recounted the battle. Arya sighed. Why is it so hard for her to admit her love for him? He loved her so much, and yet she had pushed him away when he had admitted her love for her.
Arya felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought of her previous love, Faolin. She loved him so much, yet now he's gone.
'Move on, Arya.' Her heart was screaming for Eragon.
Yet, her mind refused to listen, coming up with more excuses of why she should never have loved Eragon in the first place.
'Faolin wouldhave wanted you to be happy, Arya.' Her heart replied to her indecision.
Eragon awaken hurriedly from a nightmare about Murtugh's betrayal. Rubbing his face vigorously, he got up from his makeshift bed. Lifting the tent flap, he walked out into the cool night air, wandering around the Plains of death.
He narrowed his eyes as he heard it again. A small soft sob coming rom the far out clump of trees.
'Where are you going, little one?' Saphira asked curiously.
'I'm going to look for the source of that sound.' Eragon replied.
'Be careful, young one. It might be a trap.' Saphira warned.
Eragon slid a sword into it's sheath before walking to the forest.
'I'll be careful' He promised, patting Saphira's snout as he walked past her.
Saphira growled softly, before returning back to sleep.
Eragon ran swiftly to the source of that sob, stopping in surprise as he took in the sight before him. There, leaning against a tree, crying, was no other that Arya Drottingnu.
"Arya?" Eragon asked, puzzled.
Arya's heart almost stopped beating when she heard that voice. Eragon, she realized, was here.
"Why are you crying, Arya?" Eragon's soft curious voice interrupted Arya's thoughts.
"It's nothing, Shadeslayer. You do not have to be concerned about my trivial affairs." Arya rebuked him gently, not wanting to tell him the truth.
Eragon's eyes took on a hard cold look.
"I choose to be concerned, Arya Svit-Kona. What's bothering you?" Eragon asked again, looking at her with those eyes. Full of compassion, concern, and most of all, Love. Arya felt her heart melting slightly as she looked into those eyes. Those eyes that are filled with so much love for her. Arya let out a heart wrenching sob, before launching herself into Eragon's arms.
Eragon stood in shock as Arya leapt into his arms.
'What am I going to do?' Eragon asked Saphira in a panic, breaking into her very enjoyable dream of killing Galbatorix.
'HAHAHHAHA.' Saphira laughed, taking in the situation.
'Haven't you wanted her in your arms for months?'
'Yes! But not like that!' Eragon yelled out mentally.
Saphira just laughed again before blocking her mind from Eragon.
Eragon sighed and wrapped his arms around Arya's slim waist, praying hard to whatever gods there might be that Arya would not kill him for this later on. He do not want to be Arya's archery target, thank you very much. To his extreme surprise, Arya's arms merely went around his waist as she snuggled up into Eragon's chest.
"Arya?" Eragon asked cautiously.
"Eragon." Arya murmured softly, her eyes never leaving his.
"What's bothering you, Arya. Are you crying?" He asked, as he spotted the tear tracks on her face.
Arya fidgeted slightly with her hands before continuing.
"I've been under Galbatorix's rule as long as I've remembered, Eragon. It was dark times then, and now, it still is. During that time, I found my first love." At that, Eragon's heart broke into two. (Figuratively speaking, of course!). Why is she telling me all this? He wondered.
"His name is Faolin. I met him during the brief times I spent in Ellesmerde. In these dark times, he was like a light in the darkness, helping me survive. I loved him so much and still do. When Durza killed him, I felt as though as a part of myself died together with him. But you could never have enough light. Eragon, I'm so sorry for all those things I said when I rejected you in Ellesmerde. Can you ever forgive me and give me another chance, Eragon?" Arya pleaded.
Eragon's face took on a hard, cold look. Arya had rejected him so many times in the past, yet now she was asking for his forgiveness and another chance. He stood there, contemplating, while Arya fidgeted slightly in front of him. Finally, Eragon shook his head slightly, his eyes still having that cold look in them.
"I'm sorry, Arya. I have learnt to let go of my romantic fairytale this few weeks. It's time you let go of yours too."