Arya's feelings
It was late afternoon. Arya was sitting under a tree, uncertain of her feelings on the dragon rider. She is an elf and he a shurtugal. They are not meant to be. "Oh, really?" said a voice inside her head. "Stop it", she said. It was so unfair. How come only she has to deal with these problems?
Eragon is still in a sad state. He is still shocked at Murtagh's betrayal and Arya's rejection. His sword is taken by Murtagh and he is the son of a monster. "Why?" he yelled. "Why is it me? I hate life!" Get a grip, little one. You can't die. What about the Varden? "I know", he said. "I just think that life is so cruel". You still have me. "I know", Eragon replied.
Arya heard the yell. She turned very worried. I have already lost Faolin. I can't loose him. She ran and ran. She saw Eragon and yelled:" Don't leave me, Eragon! I can't loose you. I love you", she said. Then she leaned in and kissed him. Eragon felt that he's in heaven. That was so good, he thought. He got a grip and said:" What was that about, Arya?" "Eragon, please don't die."" I wasn't", he said. "Oh Eragon, I hate you", she said before giving him another kiss.
