Araya went into the waters of the river (fully clothed). The only thing she had removed was her sword and sheath. It looked odd and did not seem right to see her without it. I could not help it. Could not help but stair at the beauty that was before me. She seemed to be more of a ghost, a phantom of sorts. Surly something so perfect could not be found on earth or maybe not even be real. The entire world became lost to me. She was all he new all Eragon wanted and all that he could ever possibly need.

Now Eragon was of gental spirit when the war would allow. She had told her to fallow her. That she had something to show him. This had seemed odd to him for they where to leave in the morrow before the sun took his turn to guard the heavens. He had fallowed her without question without hesitation. It had not been an order but an option that he could have very well denied, but he had not of course he could deny this elf nothing. For her he would lay down his life. For her he would do nothing short of everything.

Deeper into the woods they had gone. They followed a path that if not for his elfish like eyesight he would never had seen. The paths where ancient he could feel the magic clinging to the air and to every rock and tree.

The air itself seemed different or maybe the same? Or maybe it felt different because it was the same feeling? A feeling he almost forgotten existed. A feeling that he had not felt within him since he was but a mere child. A feeling of, of what he had asked him self. It tormented him that he could not remember. Things had changed, he had changed and his feelings had changed but this, this was something familiar to him on what was to him unknown territory.

He could now here the sound of rushing water and the song of a mourning dove though very faintly, he could hear the sound of Araya's voice singing ahead of him as she had entered the river's waters mesmerized by her voice. No words could describe, for nun could compare and mere mortal words would put it to shame. So Eragon said nothing with words but slowly moved towered her until he stood right behind her.

Many a day

Many a night

Since I have last

Trod your banks

Too many a day

Too many a night

Since I have last

Felt the breath

Of your waters

Oh but more

Than all

It has many a year

To long

Since I last dreamt

Under your heaven

And under your stars

Oh but less are the times

Few are the days

And how many less a night

Since I last

Dreamt of your

Hand in mine

Araya turned to face him. Her eyes where different. He had never seen them except when they had been clouded by the fury and tears of war. Her eyes where clear and they put the heaven's to shame that night.

He took his right hand and placed it on her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. She moved closer, her body and his where separated only by a hair's width. He had never been this close to her. He tilted her head up gently and his down abet until somewhere in the middle their lips met.

Her hands went to his neck pulling him closer to her.

She had wanted this for so long to long intact but as much as she hated to admit it, even to her self she had been scared but it struck her now as he kissed her. That there had been nothing to fear. Fire seemed to run through her veins, raw power and a strength she had never known. That feeling she new she could only feel within his arms.

She could feel every muscle in his arms and chest relax slightly as he kissed her. Araya could also feel the tension leaving her own body, easing the pain that lay deep within her soul, as the kiss grew deeper.

She did realize that they had begun moving toward the small falls nor did she mind. She didn't even realize until afterward that they where standing underneath them. The water soaking them to the bone, but they where both much to caught up in the moment to even know where they where or where they where going. They just new that they where going together.

She loved him and she new at that moment if not before that she always would. And that love drowned out the rest of the world along with the heavens.

At that monument there was no good and evil, no right from wrong, no distance between the earth and sky and for a moment the world stopped and time stood still.

She felt immortal like nothing, rain nor sleet, nor snow nor even Hell it's self could tear them apart.

Now Eragon remembered the feeling, the feeling he had when they had begun their walk, the feeling he still felt within him now. The feeling was peace, assurgency knowing that everything would turn out ok even if tomorrow never came. Now he new and now he promised himself that he wouldn't forget. A feeling that he would be darned if he didn't feel again.

The Vardon would win and triumph over Galbetorix when that last battle came. If for no other reason simply the fact that he had known but never understood till now.

They had something wroth fighting for. A love, hope and a dream that there is a life beyond the days and cold rugged sleepless nights on the battlefield. A life with a promise and a future. A life worth living and they would live it it's fullest. Come what may.

Well that's all folks !!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope ya liked it I might redo this later on as more than a one shot so who knows? I sure hope yall liked it! PLEASE REVIEW and thanks for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!