Full summary: This takes place before and after the attack of the men who feel no pain. Also I switched alot of stuff. Hope you like it. Read if you want review if you want. Rated T for sexuality. Okay from here on in, no offence, but anonymous reviews are off limits, which for some of you people that don't know what that means, is that if you don't have a account of Fanfiction then you will not be able to review my story.

Chapter one: Troubles with the heart and mind

Eragon frantically put Saphira's armor on. He looked up at their opponents; Thorn and Murtagh. They flew less then a mile away. Thorn's

unnaturally growth had both continued and double. He was now less then 10 feet shorter then Saphira. Blodgarm and the 12 other elves

including Arya ran over to him. Blodgarm slowly walked to Saphira. He twisted his hand in the elves signal of respect. "Fare thee well Saphira

Brightscales, Eragon Shadeslayer. My kin and I will be funneling energy to you through Arya. Try to avoid getting hurt. It would be hard for us

to help you from so far away." Eragon nodded and put his leg in the stirrup of Saphira's saddle. He jumped on to her back. Ayra came over

and put a hand on his leg. "Accept this from me, Shadeslayer." And a river of energy flowed into him. Then her face went from concern and

then to confusion. "Do not let those two hurt you Eragon. I…." Then she looked away and her face went from sadness to confusion to

something Eragon would have sworn was something close to decision, as if there was something she had to choose between.

As Eragon took off Arya walked to the other elves. Blodgarm looked at her as if he had just met her when he had known her all her life. He

said, "Arya dröttingu pömnuria fricai? Princess Arya my friend? What troubles you?" She looked at the blue furred cat-like elf. "Eragon. What if

he is harmed beyond healing?" He looked at her in surprise. "One moment." He turned to the 11 other elves. "Pömnuria fricai, hlaupa eom du

dras." My Friends, run to the city. Then he looked at Arya again. "Eragon Shadeslayer was taught by Osthato Chetowä and Togira Ikonoka.

They will not be harmed. You know this. Why do you show such concern?" She looked past him at the others who had run several hundred

feet to the Varden's camp at Blodgarm's order" It is not my concern of his ability to defend himself. My concern is born of a different nature. I'm

afraid that my pleasure at his company has become more then that." Comprehension brightened Blodgarm's face. "Ah. Is that it? What of

Foalin? I dislike mentioning his name to you for I know what the two of you had." Arya's heart again became to moan with sorrow at the loss

of her beloved. She crouched, a tear in her eye. Blodgarm too crouched, his mane waving. "Arya, he died doing what he wanted to do. Protect

you. I miss him as much as you, for he was one of my best friends and I his. He would not have told you this but he told me that in the both

unlikely and unfortunate event of his own death to tell you that his only desire was to keep you safe and happy." Arya began to cry. She said,

"Oh Blodgarm, why did he have to die?" He put a comforting paw on her shoulder. "Arya if he had not died then you would have. It was a

sacrifice he was glad to make." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Did he tell you if he loved me?" Blodgarm nodded. "He did. He said

that he has never loved something more. He said he loved you more then the rain or the sun and if he had to he would endure a lifetimes

worth of horrifying pain and torture to safe you from suffering so much as a small scrap." Now tears filled Arya's eyes. She had not realized it

until a couple of days earlier when she and Eragon where going back to the Varden, but if Foalin had lived she and him would have become

mates.

And now she found that she was becoming fonder of Eragon. She could not believe it when he had made her the flower. He gave of himself

just comfort me when I needed it. Oh Foalin I am sorry, I am so sorry. But I can not go on ignoring him. She recalled when he had tried to ask her

for her love. "My feelings for you are those of a friend" she had said to him. Those thought's had been short lived. She stood. "Come. Eragon is

already fighting with Murtagh." Blodgarm stood as well. Speaking in the Ancient Language he said, "Shur'tugal Eragon er dauthleikr." Dragon

Rider Eragon is mortal. And she responded, "And I am your Princess and leader and you will refrain from making such comments." He lowered

his head. "Yes Arya Svit-kona." They ran as fast as the wind itself to the place less then a mile away from where a sapphire blue and blood

red haze had just collided into each other. Arya opened her mind to Eragon and Saphira, being careful to hide both her new found feelings for

Eragon from but for some reason decided that when an opportunity presented itself she would tell Saphira. The other elves poured their

strength into Arya and for a monument she felt like she could cast any spells she so desired with the amount of energy in her. Then she let it

go into Eragon.