A/N: Hey guys I'm sorry for the long wait but its been hard for me to find time to write lately. This chapter is a little bit shorter but the next one will be longer. (I know I said that last time but this one didn't need to be as long as I thought...sorry.) Anyway I hope you enjoy it. Please review!
Hell inside her head
Arya slumped over in her chair and rested her head in her calloused hands. The stress of her new quest was starting to eat her alive. She had no clues to where Eragon could be no place to start except for places big enough for Saphira, but Arya highly doubted that Eragon would be living in a town. For all she knew he was some insane mountain man with a pet dragon. Arya looked across her hearth room at a large map spread across the wall. She had planned to put markers where she thought Eragon might have disappeared to but instead a large pile of markers sat in a basket off to the side.
Maybe you should get some rest said Firnen who was flying overhead Arya sighed and nodded even though he couldn't see her she knew Firnen would be able to tell that she agreed. She stood from her chair and quickly strode out of the room into her larger bed room.
The bed room was almost bare the only things in it was a large wardrobe and a soft tempting rose petal bed with thin silk sheets and a heavy comforter resting on top. Arya stood in front of the bed and finally felt a heavy cloak of exhaustion fall over her she quickly slipped out of her clothes and pulled on a silk night gown. She blew out three candles that illuminated the stone room in an eerie yellowish glow, which immediately halted the shadows of the flickering flames that danced across walls.
She slipped into bed and feel into a deep slumber but was soon disturbed by a dream. Arya was surrounded by nothing but a dense fog that swirled violently around her forcing her to stand rock still. Every time she attempted to take a step a dark tentacle of fog reached up and mounted her in place. She looked around feeling nothing but confusion and depression from the fog that seemed to suck life and joy out of her. The wall she faced shimmered violently into an intense white light illuminating her dark prison. The white wall began to form into colors as if the wall was being painted at a rapid pace.
Arya looked on in awe as the colors appeared in random splotches not giving her a hint to what it could be until everything came at once. Arya let out a strangled cry "ERAGON!" the name erupted from her lips as sorrow and pain buried itself in her heart. The picture she starred at was of Eragon with a woman they stood at the altar the woman was beautiful and seemed to be perfect on the outside. Her body curved naturally something most women longed for and she had deep green eyes that were full of a fiery passion that Arya had seen in many good warriors including Eragon.
The woman was dressed in a beautiful lace wedding dress that was no doubt paid for by Eragon. To Arya Eragon looked incredible handsome. He wore his battle armor which had been repaired and cleaned by skilled hands. She looked at Eragon with a longing for him she felt anger boil in her for letting him slip out of her life. She saw not the farm boy but a man a warrior with a heart. She saw a kind and gentle man in a way but she knew that the image also captured his fierceness. He also had a raging fire in his heart that shone clear in his eyes. Arya knew he was still the dragon rider she had seen and developed feelings for. Yet she had never known what they were until now. He was no longer the small farm boy she had seen for a few years.
The image shimmered again and turned back into the dense fog the fog melted away turning into blackness. A minute later Arya woke "Eragon" she said in a whisper. She hadn't meant to but his name had been on the tip of her tongue as she woke. Arya's breathing was heavy for an unknown reason and she was drenched in sweat. She slowed her breathing and stripped out of the sweat drenched night gown she threw it onto the floor beside her.
The silk sheets felt cool against her warm body and she fell backwards her head landing comfortably on a large pillow. As she fought a mental battle of attempting to fall back asleep Eragon kept arising in her thoughts. Finally Arya's eyes closed and immediately plummeted her into a light sleep.
The next morning Arya woke to a faint beam of warm sunlight scanning her face. She felt well rested despite the dream she had earlier on in the night. But she was partially glad for it. The dream had created a roaring fire in her heart that wanted nothing more than to find Eragon. Yet she was upset with her feelings because she knew that they could slow her down because in a way the emotion that she had felt last night was a weakness. Arya shrugged the thought off and slid out of bed the air was cool and felt good on her naked body.
She knew the house servants would have a warm bath ready for her and she grabbed a fine robe and quickly pulled it on and walked into the bathroom where a large tub of water sat in the middle of the room. She hung the robe on a small hook and quickly slid into the warm water that would help clear her head of its jumbled thoughts. But she soon found it harder than she had originally thought it would be to forget about Eragon. She closed her eyes and replaced herself with the bride. She starred into Eragon's eyes as he leaned in to kiss her something behind him that she remembered vaguely seeing in the image. It was a flag, but not just any flag it was the flag of assassins and thieves highly trained ones. Arya gasped and she was pulled out her illusive thoughts and back into reality. She practically jumped out of the tub and flew out of the bathroom into her bedroom and quickly dressed to go tell Nasuda and Firnen who may or may not already know depending on if he was listening to her thoughts.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter may take a little longer to get up but I promise it will be a long one and ill get it up as soon as possible.