Kvetha Fricaya. I decided to rewrite Du Hvitr Fell entirely new concept. If anything seems OOC it is completely an accident(if it's random), I will mention in my disclaimer OOC warnings! I'd like to mention Mark Silverwing who reviewed the original Du Hvitr Fell, your helpful pointers inspired me to do a hopefully better job, in this rewrite. So I guess I must thank you! Eka elrun ono. So enjoy this story everyone and please review!
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Nearly a century had passed, since the day Eragon left Alagaesia with all the Eldunari and dragon eggs. Taking with him nine of the best elven spell casters. He left behind his old life, his friends, his family, and the person whom he loved above everything else. The one who realized her the depth of her feelings for him, nearly a year after he departed. Duty tearing them away from each other, at their own choice.
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Arya sat upon the knotted elven throne, listening yet again as her advisors argued relentlessly over pointless topics. Her head rested up the fist of her right hand. She closed her eyes, attempting to block out the sound of the elves.
Her thoughts began to drift aimlessly until they focused on Eragon. Reliving, yet again, the night she made perhaps the biggest mistake of her life. The night Eragon left on the Talita, for lands unknown.
She sighed. An aching pain in her chest, from both longing and immense regret. 'I'm so sorry, Eragon. I should have gone with you.' She thought mournfully.
A comforting thought suddenly enveloped her. 'Why don't you just give up the crown, so we can join the riders like we are supposed to? Hasn't a century been long enough, Arya?' asked Firnen, his deep voice laced with his own pain. He too had lost something that night, for he had lost Saphira.
'Firnen. Our first duty is to the crown—' began Arya, irritated that he had suggested such a thing to her once again.
'IT IS TO THE RIDERS! A rider should not be bound to any one race!' Roared Firnen, his pent up frustration of remaining in Du Weldenvarden suddenly released. 'I am tired of the constant formalities and polite customs of the elves!'
Arya was shocked by her partners sudden display of anger. Rare as they were, this one was the most jarring.
'You are miserable here, Arya. And I for one am as well. I feel what you feel. It took you a year to realize your mistake, but by then you'd convinced yourself that it was for the best. A century has passed. You could do to stop avoiding Eragon. We can leave by weeks end. But if you do not decide by tomorrow. I shall decide for us. ' growled Firnen.
Arya glanced at the council, whom were still deep into an arguement. 'We have a duty, Firnen. And that is not to the riders or to...him. ' she replied, sighing. 'It is to the elven crown. For I am their queen.'
'You were a rider first. Or have you forgotten already?' snapped Firnen, annoyance crept into his voice. 'Honestly, Arya. What happened to you?'
'He did. ' was her heartbroken reply. "He didn't have to leave! We could have found a safe place nearby for them! Then I wouldn't have to abandon our people. Then we could be together.'
'Arya, listen to yourself. This is ridiculous! You know as well as I why the eggs and eldunari had to leave, and he with them. ' said Firnen, 'Now make up your mind. Shall we leave or not?'
Arya's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. 'Fine. We shall leave in three days. That way I can set my affairs in order.' She resolved finally.
Somewhere above the council room, a jubilant roar sounded. 'You've made the right choice, Arya. I'm glad I didn't have to force you to go.'
The elves of the council ceased their argument at the sound of Firnen's happy roar.
"My queen, what is the cause of your mighty dragon's joy?" asked Lord Dathedr.
Arya steeled herself for the onslaught of questions she knew would follow her words. "For the good of both myself and Firnen...and the whole of Alagaesia, I have decided to give up the throne to one who is not tied to the riders. My first and foremost duty is to the riders. For we should not be bound to any one race respectively. I should not have agreed in the first place. " she said, forcefully and sternly. She would not be swayed this time. 'I'm coming, Eragon...' She thought.
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It took them a total of six hours to reach the island stronghold of the dragon riders. What Arya saw, took her breath away. She could feel, also, Firnen's joy and awe.
The island was more beautiful than Du Weldenvarden itself. The water around the island glistened a beautiful turquoise color. White sand beaches lined the northern half of the island, while massive and sheer cliffs lined the rest, forming a horseshoe shape. Near about the center of the island was a gigantic mountain. It somehow glistened white. Though it was covered in luscious plants, from trees to gilded lilies. All over the island were smudges of bright colors, that could only belong to dragons.
As the pair descended towards a large white building, more and more dragons became visible, and the beauty became even more awe inspiring. 'Isn't it amazing, Firnen?' Breathed Arya.
The massive emerald dragon roared in response and let loose a long pennant of emerald green flames. The heat blasted Arya's face, but she laughed nevertheless.
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Atra du evarinya ono varda! Please review!