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"What the Menoa Tree Took!"
Prologue
Two-hundred plus fifty years have passed since Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira Brightscales vanquished the Black King Galbatorix and left Alagaesia never to return. Two-hundred plus fifty years since Arya broke Eragon's heart. Over the past one-hundred years Arya has lost all contact with He Who Held Her Heart. This is the story of a man who will never return and a woman who can never leave.
Chapter One
Arya's POV
"One-hundred years and it seems he no longer seems to concern himself with contacting me!Well I guess I have to contact him myself." I gather water in my bowl. "Draumr kopa." I expected to find the image being Eragon sitting in his chair in the middle of the Dragon's Den, as it is called. All I found was Blodhgarm standing in the middle of an empty room. "Atra esterni ono thelduin, Blodhgarm." "Atra du evarinya ono varda, Arya Drottning," he replies. "Where is Eragon and why has he no longer felt the need to contact me?" I inquire. "The Kingkiller has resigned himself to his study the past fifty years. Ever since you and he parted ways, he has been in quiet solitude. The first few years he busied himself by building our entire civilization by himself. He refused any help from me or even Saphira. Then when content with that he train naught but the first set of new Riders. After they were trained he stayed in his study pondering one question which he would not tell me of. Every day he would exhaust all of his energy storing it in various vessels. Ten years ago he filled up Brisingr, his helm, the Belt Of Beloth the Wise, and even Aren! He resorted to just dumping his energy out, as if he did not then he would explode. The land here seems to be just absorbing the energy, the island itself is now magical! Every inhabitant on the island seems to grow much quicker. We seem to be affected in such a way that we are much stronger and faster than normal. The dragons are going much earlier and bigger. This is all because of the despair you have caused Eragon." Blodhgarm explains. I can never truly express how much the last statement hurt me. It cut me straight to my core. For the first time ever I actually understand how Eragon felt about me and that I do indeed feel the same. I Just hope that I have not wasted my only opportunity for true happiness. I know Eragon can never return, that much is destined, and I am trapped by my duty to my race as Queen. Fate choose Eragon as its hero, and Fate has not been kind to its chosen.