Tonia – MUST YOU predict almost exactly what I'm planning on writing? Dang, girl XD Anyway, glad you like it…please knock some Duryiz into Shurty Aryiz for me, will you? Thanks
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Chapter Two: A Plan to Save Durza
Arya woke from he sleepy trance and took a cold shower to fully get herself awake. She threw on a soft green tunic and clipped on a plain golden scabbard. Slipping her sword into it, she pulled on her boots and padded down the stairs and out of her chambers. She glanced briefly at the fairth of Faolin on the wall,but quickly turned away.
Her heart was a little weighed down with guilt. In her cell, she was planning on escaping and going to the Vault of Souls. Sure, that was still her mission. But not to save Faolin. To save Durza, the very Shade that had ordered his death.
If only she knew where that was.
She decided to visit Eragon. He, being the mighty hero, might know something. After searching for him in his quarters unsuccessfully, she checked by the sparring field. He was there, lifting pebbles with magic and hurling them at trees. Arya rolled her eyes.
"Eragon," she called out. Eragon dropped the stone and turned to face her.
"Arya Svit-kona," Eragon murmured, bowing his head.
"Eragon Shadeslayer, Saphira Bjartskular," Arya said, dipping her head to the young incompetent Rider and his dragon.
Arya took Eragon's forearm and led him away from the turmoil of the sparring field. Keeping her voice low, not trusting Eragon enough to let him into her mind, she said, "What do you say about taking a trip with me-"
"Of course!" Eragon yelped at once.
Arya blinked irritably. "What do you say about taking a trip with me to the Vault of Souls?"
"Aye! The Vault of Souls! I'm glad you mentioned that, I was wondering where it was."
Arya nodded briefly. "Aah, yes. Well. I am not so sure of its whereabouts either."
"Well then, how do we get there?" Eragon asked with a blank look on his face. Let me rephrase that. With his normal look on his face.
"I suppose we might need the help of-" Arya was going to say "Oromis" but she was rudely interrupted by a guy with dreadlocks and a bandana.
"Captain Jack Sparrow?" the man finished, dropping from an overhanging tree. How he climbed the tree without them noticed, we may never know.
Arya set a tentative hand on the hilt of her sword. Eying him up and down, she asked, "Who are you?"
"…Captain Jack Sparrow?" the man repeated.
"Um, alright. Whatever you say. Can you help us?" Eragon asked.
The hippie-Galby-cross figure tossed him a wooden compass, who passed it on to Arya.
"Leave it under this very tree when yer done with it, savvy?" And then he was gone.
"A random hostile looking guy with major eyeliner drops out of a tree and hands us a compass that does not even point north. Do we follow it?" Eragon asked.
"Of course. It is a perfectly sane and logical idea," decided Arya and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "Let's go." She made her way back to the sparring field.
"Hold on, Svit-kona. I must acquire a sword first!" Eragon yelled, trying to make himself heard over the sound of the clashing weapons and thudding arrows.
"We do not have time for that!" Arya yelled back.
"But I need one! How else do I look buff?"
Annoyed, Arya snatched a broadsword from the nearest trainer. The young man shrunk back from the elf, too scared to find out what would happen if he tried to get it back. She snapped off the man's scabbard and handed them both to Eragon. Eragon added the additional scabbard to his waist and slipped the sword in.
"Now let us go."
"No, wait!" Eragon shouted again. "This sword…well…it's weak! It'll break!"
"Fine, do not come. I am the one with the compass, and I currently do not have time to go to Ellesméra and convince Rhunon to start making swords again." Arya turned on her heel, with Eragon coming right behind her. With one slender finger, she flicked open the compass and positioned herself behind the swaying arrow. With a sort of swagger, she attempted to follow it.
After roughly twenty minutes of travel, they stumbled across a big rock with red dye on it.
Eragon began to pant. "That was a rough and long and tedious trip!" He managed to have enough energy to summon water from the earth and drank it. Eragon's weird that way.
"Oh, quit being a sissy, and assist me in opening the Vault of Souls…" Arya started. "I wonder how the compass knew to take us to the Vault of Souls and not anywhere else."
Arya moved around, and the arrow continued to point to Red Dye Rock. Eragon snatched the compass from Arya,and the arrow no longer pointed to the rock. It pointed straight at Arya's chest.Eragon, turning a crimson red, handed the compass back to Arya.
"Let us see…Jierda!" Arya yelled.
"Afmalthinae!" Eragon said boldly.
"Atra nosu unin!" Arya said.
"Afhuildar!" Eragon yelled.
"Oh, this will never work," Arya sighed. "Barzul."
The rock opened up.
Arya laughed softly. "Dear Islanzadí always said profanity never solved anything. I suppose I have proven her wrong."
Arya stepped into the new tunnel, closely followed by Eragon.
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On the next chapter of Sweet Rapture, Arya and Eragon make their way through the Vault of Souls, while meeting many dead people. Such as Faolin, Arya's dead lover.
