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Icy Pain In A Forest

Eragon stumbled around in his tent with the terrible feeling of heart ache. Arya had just rejected him once again, and he didn't know how much more he could take. I lose everything I love one way or the other, he thought miserably, Garrow, Brom, Murtagh and Oromis, they're all gone, and now even my true love doesn't want me...

Tears formed in his eyes and he collapsed into his cot, sobbing. Why doesn't she love me? He pondered rhetorically.

She does love you Eragon, but only as a friend, not as a lover.

Eragon sat straight up in bed. He hadn't even noticed Saphira return from her hunting, and he hadn't expected an answer for his question.

How do you know? He asked.

I talked with her Eragon. She is very distraught and confused by your confessions of love. You should stop trying to win her hand, for it was given to another a long time ago...

Eragon could not help but feel jealous of Arya's past lover. Why does she continue to linger over that? Faolin is long dead now...

He is dead to you Eragon, but for Arya he lives on in her heart... Just like how your loved ones are still in your heart...

What does that mean Saphira? How do they live?

They live as long as you remember them... Saphira said with a yawn.

But how does that help me with Arya? Eragon asked desperately. He waited for an answer, but he realized that Saphira had already fallen to sleep. Eragon got up from his cot silently and stepped outside of his tent. He started out on a walk, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Eragon turned around to see one of his elven guards. She had icy blue eyes and silver blond hair. Her lips were cherry red, and she wore a dark blue tunic that gave her a stunning appearance in the night.

"Shadeslayer, where are you going?" She asked in a whisper.

"I am going for a walk, I need to clear my mind and think for a while..." He replied.

"You must allow one of us to accompany you, we received direct orders from the Queen herself that one of us is to escort you at all times..." She trailed off into a sigh and then added with a slight hesitation, "Would you like me to accompany you?"

Eragon looked over her slim form and realized she was a rather young elf. "Very well, you may join me on my stroll..."

Eragon set off at a brisk jog, and the Elf followed. He liked this elf. She seemed to be less in charge as Arya, and that made him feel more at ease with her. He jogged into a wooded area and headed towards a small pool of water. Why am I thinking of such things? My love lies with Arya, not this other elf... But Arya will never return the love... He realized.

Eragon stopped near the water and sat down in preparation for meditation. He took in the winter blue color that the moon gave everything this night. It made everything seem pleasantly cold, and mysterious. Eragon closed his eyes and heard the elf sit down on a log behind him. He took deep breaths and, and his thoughts causally drifted. Why haven't I noticed this Elf before? he wondered, Why am I so attracted to her?

These thoughts buzzed around in his head, and he realized the only way to get answers were to ask the questions himself. Slowly he rose and turned to face the elf. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes and lips were moist and soft looking. He walked up and sat next to her on a log.

How do I ask a question like this? He wondered, How should I start?

Eragon could feel his heart throbbing faster and faster the more he thought about it, and he desperately hoped the elf could not hear it.

"Are you well Shadeslayer?" she asked withdrawing out of her trance, "Your heart is beating with the volume and rate of a war drum!"

Eragon turned his head to see the elf looking at him with concern etched across her face.

"I am fine, I simply wanted to ask you some questions..." He replied with a flourish. Eragon allowed himself an inward smile, he liked how smooth his voice sounded.

The Elf looked confused, but then she smiled and motioned for him to continue.

"Why haven't I noticed you before?" Eragon asked, "I don't mean to be rude, but I don't remember ever seeing you before this evening..."

The elf's smile grew in size slightly, and her eyes got a mischievous look in them as if she understood his intentions.

"I look different in the daytime, I am what is called a night elf. We change at different times of the day, and I become more alive in the night," she paused and then added, "you may call me Arena..."

Eragon could feel his ears turning red, She understands my intentions... But she hasn't stopped me yet. Eragon started to finger his ring as a uncomfortable silence descended upon them. Arena, sounds just like my ring...

"You have a good name, but I'm sure you already know mine..." He breathed the last word, "everyone knows my name..." He whispered sounding very depressed, then looked up, "How old are you?"

Eragon instantly regretted saying the words so rashly. He didn't mean to ask in such a rough way, so he desperately tried to make the question sound more causal. "I don't mean to be intrusive in your personal affairs, but I ... I just... I don't have bad intentions... I-"

Arena stopped him with a delicate finger that settled upon his lips. She smiled and to his surprise let out a little laugh.

"You have made your intentions clear enough Eragon," She said in her musical voice, "I am 23... years old... Eragon"

Eragon could not help but feel a boyish grin spread across his face when she said his name. When she says it, it sounds so... right...
" What are my intentions?" He asked dreamily.

"You want a lover... One that is your own age, and one that will accept you for who you are..." She whispered.

Eragon was looking at her with a positively dreamy expressions on his face now.

"And will you be mine?"

" Yes." She whispered. Before he even knew what was happening he was leaning in to her face, and then their lips made contact. Eragon could feel her lips pressed against his. She tasted of winter green mint, and soon he had his arms wrapped around her waist.

They pulled away, and they both were gasping for air. Eragon pulled her into another one, and they kept going without stopping. This feels so right. He thought. To his surprise he realized that the elf had entered his mind, and that was how she had read his thoughts. Eragon gasped for breath as they pulled apart yet again. He was about to pull her in for another kiss when he heard a muffled cry from behind.

Eragon whirled around and saw Arya with tears streaming down her cheeks. She had her hands cupped over her mouth as if to stop her crying, and her green eyes shimmered with tears as she ran off into the night. Eragon pushed Arena away and desperately tried to follow her. He yelled her name as loud as he could but she never replied.

Eragon finally found her collapsed on the ground sobbing. She heard him arrive, and she got up and tried to stumble away. Eragon caught her by the arm and held her there. She tried to pull away from him once more, but his grip was firm.

" Why are you crying Arya Svit-Kona?" He asked.

" You know why Eragon..." She choked out in between sobs

"You must choose, me or her..."

At that moment Arena appeared out from between the trees like a shadow. She had heard what Arya had said, and she waited for Eragon to make his choice. What do I do? He wondered.

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