AN: This takes place after the end of Brisingr, I have read the entire series so there will be no name changers but lots of twists using some original material. However I don't own any of the past plot lines, or characters however from this point on most of it is my own ideas and dreams of what could have happened. Enjoy. Do not go into unnecessary hate about what I have done about the possibility of death until you read the next few chapters.

Ancient language = "Hello"

Common Talk = "Hello"

Mental Talk/Thought = "Hello"

Description: The beginning of the long and epic romance of Eragon and Arya. A real romance not suitable for children this is real adult romance. Will Arya realise her feelings when taken into a delirious state. More importantly will she live? What will the future hold or is it the past. Jumbled together repeating itself bringing us pain. But know that love binds and never ends.

Prelude: Pain, Terrible Pain

Basking in the glow of the morning sun, the perspiration dripping down Eragon's forehead as he placed Glaedr's eldunari back into his saddle bags. Saphira's presence comforting him to no end. Knowing that they were both incredibly tired and deciding against his better judgement. Eragon breaks their silence with a sudden thought.

"Saphira?",

"Yes little one."

"Could we fly?"

Saphira feeling his need acknowledged his request with a silent lazy blink of her great sapphire eye. Accompanied by a feeling of understanding and anticipation of the freedom and joy they would share together however brief. Nimbly climbing onto her back Eragon sat gracefully onto her back in the saddle, tightened the straps, and without a word Saphira launched herself towards the bright morning sky. Flying around briefly Saphira felt Eragon's exhaustion start to set in as the blood-battle-rage left his body, partner-of-her-heart-Eragon fell to sleep. Sending one last thought to keep him safe

"Sleep little one I will not let you fall".

Gliding down to the break-bone-ground Saphira searched for the mind of blue-fanged-pointy-ear.

"Eragon is asleep, I need your help getting him out of the saddle as he has strapped himself on. Otherwise I would have put him to bed myself."

"Of course Bjartskular."

Having landed and Blodhgarm help her remove Eragon from her saddle, which the point-ear then removed. Saphira placed Eragon onto his cot for sleep. With her partner at ease, Saphira fell into a dreamless sleep beside his tent. Both of them unknowing of the monumental events they were missing because of their tardiness and exhaustion. As sunrise came did a rider and his dragon find peace did a certain princess find pain.

After her meeting with Eragon, Saphira and Nasuada. Arya went to her tent to take a bath, after which much to her disdain find it her duty to report to her Queen of the happenings of the Varden. The death of the Shades, Varaug, Durza and all they had done to her at the forefront of her mind. Arya muttered the spell to scury her Queen and wards to protect her tent from unwanted listeners. Upon seeing her Queen and exchanging the relevant greetings. Arya starts her report

"Eragon he …"

Then suddenly everything went black. As everything she felt just turned to pain, terrible pain. Unimaginable pain she had never felt before, retreating deep into her mind fortifying it and steeling herself for the torture of the shade she had come to despise.

Not even realising that her body was not in a cell but convulsing on the ground in front of a mirror. That for the first time in over seventy years displayed the feelings of the queen herself. Of which detailed, pain, shock, love, worry but most prominent was the underlying sadness in her eyes as she openly wept from the sight in front of her very eyes. Her daughter convulsing in a fit on the ground, clear pain written across as she screamed as if her life depended on it. The moment however fleeting was lost as suddenly the Queen realised how much peril her daughter was in. She would deal with Nasuada when her daughter was on her way to her. Immediately contacting Blodhgarm, not trusting Eragon with her daughter's well fare. Skipping the formalities a rarity indeed, making him nervous and alert.

"Blodhgarm my daughter is convulsing and screaming in pain in her tent. I order you to take her to Gil'ead where I reside now as fast as possible, I don't care how you do it, just get it done. No one is to handle her except you and Nafari. Remember no contact, do not touch her directly you may contract it as well. I have no idea what it is, so be careful. Do not let anyone else near her, especially Eragon. If you wish to transport her with Saphira and Eragon, you and Nafari are to accompany them. Saphira should be able to carry all of you. Arya is to be strapped onto a stretcher for Saphira to carry or whoever you wish to take her to me. I want no stops or delays come strait here do not even stop to contact me. Now go."

With that the mirror faded, removing the face of Queen Islanzadi and revealing the barely shocked expression of Blodhgarm.

AN: Reviews are welcome, as well as constructive criticism, but I do not require incentive to continue so do not beg it will leave you only embarrassment and perhaps broken pride. Hate is not welcome if you do not like it go read someone else's fanfic. But I promise, this is just the beginning, lots of romance to come. If you wish you may PM me, I will reply at my own convenience, do not expect my reply strait away.

The next chapter will be up soon but I cannot make any promises. I can say you won't be waiting too long, not a year or a month most likely less than a week, but again, you know. Also I will not make excuses for being late or early. I will submit my work, when I submit it.

Sincerely Mark Silverwing

The light in the darkness