A/N: This is just for fun so please be nice to me!

Disclamer: I do NOT own Eragon.


Chapter 1 -Around the campfire

Eragon sat around the campfire, talking with Arya. It was the longest conversation they had, had in months. "This trip to Urû'bean sure is tiring." Said Arya "But since I have to make the trip...I'm glad I could make it with you...and you Saphira." Eragon was slightly stunned to hear the elf's comment.

"Did she just admit to being happy to spend time with me?" he thought. He tried to read her emotions. But her face was emotionless, as usual. "I am glad to be with you too." He said in an attempt to break the silence. She just smiled.

"Arya...Would you tell me what it is like to be an elf child? There are so few it must be..." He was choosing his words carefully so as not to offend her. "different" She finished his sentence for him. "Yes it is different. Being an elf child, you sometimes feel alone. But you also know, because of you teachings, that you are special." Eragon wanted to ask another question, but decided against it. He wanted to hear all she had to offer.

"Growing up, I often played with Falon...which is why his death had such an impact on me..." She faltered there, and Eragon thought he saw tears in her eyes. "I also played with my dad" She said, eager to change the subject. Eragon was very surprised as to how much she was revealing about her past. Could he push it a bit farther without her closing up again?

"Could you tell me about what you did with your father?" He asked. He knew he was treading on a very thin surface. Her expression hardened, and Eragon thought she was going to close up again. But then it softened, as she saw the look of curiosity in his eyes. "He is just curious" she thought as if to reassure herself.

Arya sighed. "Eragon, my past is not something I don't share lightly...but I will tell you about one time if it will help you better to understand why I am the way I am. Do you understand?" Eragon nodded. "Okay...My father would play games with me...Actually how about I share my memory with you instead? It would be easier." Eragon agreed and slowly lowered his barriers that blocked his mind.

He felt her exotic presence, it almost seemed like music was playing. And then:

MEMORY:

A little elf was running through the woods. Her heart was pounding, not because she was tired from running, but because she was excited. She darted into a dark cave. She was panting. "I wonder where Arya could have gone?" Boomed a low pitched voice. Suddenly a strong hand reached around the mouth of the cave and pulled Arya up and out.

"No fair father!" She laughed "no fair!" They were both laughing now. "It is so fair Arya, I found you!" "It's my turn now father!" The tall male elf gave Arya a quick hug before setting her down. The young elf quickly spun around and covered her eyes. "1...2...3..." she could hear the ruffle of leaves as her father ran away. "I'm coming!" She screeched, as she started chasing after her father. Her heart was pounding anew.

End Of Memory:

Eragon felt Arya withdraw from his mind, so he looked up. Tears were running down the elf's face, silently, but they were there. Eragon could see them in the moon light. "It is late." Said the elf, her voice was slightly shaken.

Eragon looked at the sky and saw that she was right. They had spent most of the night talking "We must go to bed now so we can rise early" Arya said, as she sat down on her mat. Eragon did the same. "Good night Arya." Eragon said. There was no response. As Eragon fell into his waking dreams, he could still hear the bell laugh of Arya, when she was a child.

A/N: What do you think? This was just to get the ball rolling, so I could get to the part where they reach Urû'bean. PLEASE only constructive criticism. Please? Can you do that? For me?

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