THE LAST SUNNY DAY
By: Zoey Laird
Arya gazed toward the horizon, letting the rays of sunlight dance on the metal of her sword. She was afraid, afraid of the inevitable. Arya had battled, witnessed a thousand deaths but never faced the challenge that had been lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting, for any signs of weakness. Arya had failed, she had laid herself open giving this challenge the perfect opportunity. Arya was in love.
He was a human, a clumsy fool like the rest of them. But Arya was an elf, a dignified being. She was far ahead of him in much. But she had grown to love his silly mistakes, his slow human like way of thinking. How is this happening?
She walked back towards Eragon leaving neat, prim tracks in the snow while he sloshed in frothy puddles that had been melted in the snow. She grimaced as he sprayed the cold slush into her face, but she couldn't help but smile.
What had happened? He was changing her. Her disgust in his childish games was vanishing, only to be replaced by the bitter longing to join in.
That night as he was preparing his bags and cleaning himself she realized that for Arya there were no sunny days only clouds and rain. The expectations, the death. Where have you gone? Saphira's thoughts protruded into her mind. Where has the proud sad elf that we know? Arya stood up, surprised and enraged. "She is lost."
On the last day, when Arya was to see Eragon into the elf kingdom is last words were "Where is the sad, proud elf that I know?" "She is found"