I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. This amazing story belongs to Christopher Paolini as do the characters. Hope you enjoy my first ever fan fic :)
He knew he should sleep but he couldn't. Not with the fight that would happen tomorrow. I might die tomorrow Sapphire. He couldn't help but let the thoughts cross his mind. He didn't want to die. He was still so young, barely an adult, too young to die just yet.
Little one, when would I ever let that happen? I am the fiercest of all living things. I won't let anyone touch you.
Her thoughts touching his, he could relax a little, not a lot but enough not to be overwhelmed. Suddenly a whisper of feet along the ground alerted Eragon to a presence outside his tent. The sound was a quiet as mouth wings, but his over sensitive elf ears could let him hear more than normal ears could. As a shadow crept along the outskirt of his door, he silently pulled Brisingr out of his sheath and glided to the shadows next to his door.
The pungent smell of crushed pine needles enveloped his senses and he immediately dropped his weapon as he realized it was Arya sneaking into his tent. The idea of her with him alone intrigued him and sent his imagination reeling.
~ooOoo~
Silently sneaking over the hard packed dirt, she knew she had to talk to Eragon before the battle tomorrow. She knew she would not let herself die, but she just felt the need to talk to him before the hard day ahead of them.
Seeing his tent, she let out a sigh of relief as the warm summer breeze caressed her skin as she made her way to the opening, letting her feet fall as soft as a moth's wing beats, yet as she got closer she couldn't hear anything from inside the ten. She felt her heart beat quicken, cold dread seeping through her veins.