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Summary
Their eyes thoughts met. He smiled warmly at her.
A single tear slipped down her cheeks. Eragon. Somehow, she knew, that this wouldn't be just a short visit. Oneshot.
It had been almost a century since Eragon Shadeslayer, Bromsson, Kingkiller, along with his dragon Saphira Brightscales had left Alagaësia. In these 100 years, miraculously, peace, bit by bit, had reigned over Alagaësia.
While everyone was dancing and laughing and generally having a good time, Arya Shadeslayer, queen of Elves, was suffering. She didn't show it, but all her close friends knew. They knew that from the day Eragon had gone, Arya lived in a world of regret. She barely smiled anymore. The only smiles she would give were either half-hearted, fake ones, or bitter, cold ones.
To get rid of her pain, she had turned into a workaholic. She wanted to keep herself so busy that there would be no room to recall her past, recall all of the loved ones she had lost and most importantly, him. She never let him resurface in her mind. Not his face, not his laugh, not even his name. It was better not calling him by his name. Names were personal. Particular things would come to her mind when calling him by his name. She wouldn't allow that. If she did, she would just hurt more.
She stayed strong; she never let anything stand in her way. She was the brave, calm, warrior queen. But everyone has his or her moments, even Arya. Sometimes, when there was no one around, Arya would break down, she would cry for hours and wonder if her pain would ever end. Little did she know that a certain someone would grant her that wish.
One uneventful day, Arya was sitting in her office, reading a letter from Nasuada, when she heard a knock on her door. She sighed. "Come in." The old mahogany door creaked open. Standing there was a servant, holding a envelope.
"Your majesty, you have a letter."
"Put it on my desk and you may go."
"Yes, your majesty."
After the servant left, Arya wearily sighed and inspected the envelope. It was a plain white envelope, with an address on it. It was from Nasuada. She tore open the letter. She quickly read through it:
Arya,
Next week will be the graduation of the first dragonrider of the new era. Eragon has invited us to join the celebration and give some speeches, and we will be meeting at the dock at sunrise next week.
Your friend,
Nasuada, queen of Alagaësia
The one-week passed excruciatingly slow. But it was when at last the sails were lifted and Alagaësia floated out of her sight that she started to worry. Would he still welcome her warmly after so many years of waiting? She hadn't even written a single letter to him. What if he had already found someone else? Questions floated in her head, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach and the thump-thump of her heart. Suddenly, the ship hit the dock. Her hands were getting sweatier and sweatier. She rose up her head and saw a group of people waiting at the dock, probably waiting to welcome them. Her eyes focused on the man in the middle. He had grown taller and more handsome. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.
Their eyes met.
Their thoughts met.
He smiled warmly at her.
A single tear slipped down her face.
Eragon.