Hello Inheritance Cycle readers! I decided to make my own fanfic after reading so many others about Chris Paolini's books. Uhh... My first fanfic so please review, sorry if the story structure's a bit shaky at first.
Disclaimer: I want a dragon! A well…. They belong to Christopher Paolini. What about Arya? Nope… sadly he owns her too.
Arya's eyes whipped open and her body automatically lifted itself, leaving her sitting upright under her sheets. She glanced around the room, and sensing no minds nearby, let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. These dreams have to stop. I can't afford to have myself fearing every dark night. She pushed back the sheets and stood up, going to the huge window in her room. Dawn wasn't even close to breaking. She had guessed she was asleep for only three hours. I can't go on like this.
Arya sighed, walking silently to the small stream that flowed through her bedchamber. She kneeled beside it and cupped some water in her hands, splashing it on her face and bending forward more to drink the icy water. Her raven hair felt heavy on top of her head. She stood up and went to the mirror. Whispering a spell under her breath, she nodded at the results and began to braid her significantly shorter hair. No more sleep tonight, she had decided.
The elf quietly walked the city, and once at the outskirts she broke into a swift yet steady run. Not fifteen minutes later she happened upon a small clearing. Unclasping her sword belt, she stretched.
Arya drew her blade, watching the shine the moon granted it. She raised it against an invisible opponent, and began to spar.
Arya longed for moments such as this one, they let her forget everything except the cool breeze and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins. She smiled as she sliced into the air again and again. She cut down her make believe combatant and stood, looking valiant in the fading moonlight. Her mind flooded with her worries:
My mother is dying.
Galbatorix is still alive.
Glaedr died.
Eragon… how do I tell him I love him? Will he accept my love? Will he turn his back on the Elven society?
Arya walked back to the city, as she reached it the first rays of dawn broke the horizon. She figured she would go to her mother's chambers and visit with her. She was old and dying, and Arya hadn't seen much of her mother these past decades. She approached the palace, and the doors opened for her like they always do. She nodded to the guards and they returned her gesture as Arya followed the pat h to her Queen and mother's private bedchamber. She knew this path with her eyes closed. Opening the door to her mother's chamber, she stepped inside.
"Islanzadí, mother, I am here to see you. It is Princess Arya." Arya heard no answer. She felt a small pit begin to open in her stomach, not letting the thought occur to her. The chamber was still and cold as death- She wouldn't let herself think that anymore. She stepped around a fallen but not broken vase, and moved into another room.
"Mother?" she called again. Once again, there was no answer. She began to panic. She rushed from room to room, finally stopping in the study.
She saw a hand dangling from the side of a chair, which was turned away from Arya's view. "Mother…" she breathed. She walked forward and instead of spinning the chair, she stepped around to view who was in it.
Queen Islanzadí, ruler of the elves, had died in her study. After ruling for centuries, her fall was here. Her eyes were closed, but Arya knew they wouldn't open anymore. She knelt at her mother's feet, crying openly. In the ancient language, she gave a blessing to the one family member she had left. "Mother, you were a great queen. I will take up this responsibility you left for me and uphold it well. Thank you for giving me life. I love you and hope you will pass on into the afterlife." She began to tremble and called the guards.
Sorry but it had to be done. Anyways this is a bit short for my normal writing so hopefully the second chapter will be more interesting and a lot longer. Review and keep tabs!